<?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-3215336504521743086</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:37:28.738-07:00</updated><category term='Ru'/><category term='Dora'/><category term='Toradora'/><category term='To'/><category term='Tora'/><category term='Comic'/><category term='Yakitate'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='LOVE-Ru'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Smell Makes Remembering Easy.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-3520801974521362323</id><published>2009-02-25T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:46:08.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>die Herausforderung hat angefangen.</title><content type='html'>Just moved in to Shalom College yesterday. Yeah everything's been fun, and for some reason I ate A LOT LESS. Dont ask me why, I dont know. Usually back in Indo I could go through five rounds of meal, but here even one kills me off. Damn it, what's wrong with me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well its a good thing tho, I might lose weight this way - without tempering my nutritional input at all lol. Yeah and I'm planning to do more sports and workouts. I started this morning when Jendi suddenly barged into my room, jumped and pushed my tummy really hard - waking me up. Yeah she told me to go to gym together, and we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow morning I'm gonna go run around the Oval Green (the sports field in UNSW, in case u didnt know) as an exercise. Before I get a gym membership, thats what im gonna do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a few years since something like this happened. Gw suka sama orang, everything's fine at first, tapi di tengah2 gw sadar kalo ada lawan main yang lu tau ga mungkin menang. Hahah. Yang dulu sih pas masih hi-skul, the person on the other side tuh saudara-slash-temen-deket gw. Sekarang ini someone yg gw baru kenal (although udh tau dia exist sejak kapan2), and shit that gw sih kalah mampus ama dia head on, soalnya dia punya the brain and the look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi as depressing as it may sound, it boils your semangat (in a positive sense). Sama aja kayak kalo lu kena pukul, pasti adrenalin lu yg tells you to fight back langsung muncul kan? heheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, this gonna be fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-3520801974521362323?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/3520801974521362323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=3520801974521362323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3520801974521362323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3520801974521362323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2009/02/die-herausforderung-hat-angefangen.html' title='die Herausforderung hat angefangen.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-6360247225935602844</id><published>2009-02-09T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:57:36.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yakitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toradora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE-Ru'/><title type='text'>Anime Review Time!</title><content type='html'>Guten Tag! The last few days I've been watching a lot of animes and reading lots of mangas for the sake of improving my drawing skills, and I have seemed to improve a lot in this one month - considering I have other stuffs to do such as doing chores, studying German, studying next semester's subject (oh, be back in Sydney in two weeks or so), and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEAhvRX_pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CTuEnYR8lGE/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 493px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEAhvRX_pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CTuEnYR8lGE/s400/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301018816016809618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad eh? Though this is WAAAAAY AWAY from being perfect. The proportion's still a bit fucked up, and FOR GOD SAKE I CAN'T DRAW BOOBIES (LOL!)! Tell you something, its the hardest part of a female body for me to draw, heck knows why...maybe coz' I'm no pervs? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found three good animes to watch (along with its manga), and I really recommend these for anime/manga enthusiasts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;YAKITATE!! JAPAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEg8wcASuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IRcdj04iIIw/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEg8wcASuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IRcdj04iIIw/s400/cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301054464558385890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like eating bread anyone? Yeah this anime is for you! It's a culinary anime - focusing particularly on bread.&lt;br /&gt;The story tells you about a teen from a Japanese village...uh...forgot the name but anyway he's a countryboy, and he is gifted with this thing called SOLAR HANDS - which basically means his palms are warmer than everyone else's in average, so that when kneading the dough, it will ferment faster enabling various advantages to be obtained. He wished to create a whole new bread called JA-PAN (it's a pun, notice that 'Pan' is bread in Japanese) to rival all existing bread like English Bread, French Bread, German Bread et cetera. Basically, the story will be his journey in creating Ja-Pan while working in the top bakery chain in Japan: Pantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be joined by Kansai boy Kawachi Kyousuke, Grandaughter of Pantasia group owner Azusagawa Tsukino, Manager of Southern Pantasia branch Matsushiro Ken, Harvard graduate and genius chemist Kanmuri Shigeru, and the weird bread judge (my fave charater) Kuroyanagi Ryou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about this anime, is that it's the only anime that ever makes me laugh (along with its manga). I mean, the jokes really kick in...and it doesn't happen at only one episode. LOL. If I were to know Japanese a bit more...it's going to be a lot funnier coz' they employ uses of puns when Kuroyanagi shows reactions after eating a bread he's supposed to judge. (reactions? read the manga/watch the anime to find out. stupid and funny at the same time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEMxMp2ShI/AAAAAAAAALY/oCZh-NOVSno/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 613px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEMxMp2ShI/AAAAAAAAALY/oCZh-NOVSno/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301032275741657618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEPxTcACRI/AAAAAAAAALg/UtGUQZjRQDM/s1600-h/Bullshit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 496px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEPxTcACRI/AAAAAAAAALg/UtGUQZjRQDM/s400/Bullshit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301035576097507602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZERZwr9HOI/AAAAAAAAALw/r07j9oaZO4w/s1600-h/Snapshot+2009-02-10+12-30-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZERZwr9HOI/AAAAAAAAALw/r07j9oaZO4w/s400/Snapshot+2009-02-10+12-30-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301037370655448290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZERZ_Vz6BI/AAAAAAAAAL4/coXAyB3PX6M/s1600-h/Snapshot+2009-02-10+12-30-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZERZ_Vz6BI/AAAAAAAAAL4/coXAyB3PX6M/s400/Snapshot+2009-02-10+12-30-55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301037374589102098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One chapter full of shit. LOL. You might not get it but if you read it you will understand LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFAp72sok1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFAp72sok1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Toradora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEi-ZDLjNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vr8ByVxjTKQ/s1600-h/toradora-op.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEi-ZDLjNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vr8ByVxjTKQ/s400/toradora-op.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301056691663244498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a Shounen manga/anime. It's genre is very common - about school life. But what makes it different from many anime of the same genre is its story development. The fact that it's a late-2008 made anime makes its graphic one of the best there is (at least amongst those of its genre). It's title is derived from the names of the two main character: Aisaka Taiga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;('Taiga' is japanese adaptation of the word 'Tiger', which is 'Tora' in Japen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ese)&lt;/span&gt;, and Takasu  Ryuuji &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;('Ryuu' is the word for 'Dragon' in Japanese, or 'Doragonu' when adapted to Japanese, which is how 'Dora' comes into the title)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottomline of the story is telling you about a guy named Takasu Ryuuji, who inherited the 'delinquet-look' eyes from his late father. On the first day of his sophomore year, he bumped into a rather violent and short girl, Aisaka Taiga (because of her name she is nicknamed Palmptop Tiger - Tenori Taiga in Japanese). After series of incidents they somehow befriend each other, just to find out that they had a crush on each other's best friend. Ryuu ji likes Minori Kushieda, while Taiga likes Kitamura Yusaku. It's still an ongoing story and I haven't even gotten to the end of the series. But cliffhangers' the best part of this anime. LOL. Oh...and its cinematography is AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEwY6YijpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bFRV-rg7-ec/s1600-h/Snapshot+2009-02-04+11-15-44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEwY6YijpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bFRV-rg7-ec/s400/Snapshot+2009-02-04+11-15-44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301071440938962578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from left to right:&lt;br /&gt;Ryuuji, Kitamura, Taiga, Minorin, Ami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZExkSfftDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zA2pEoFxfUc/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 539px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZExkSfftDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zA2pEoFxfUc/s400/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301072735900775474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZExkUFgn9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/cdxt9zDYOrk/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 557px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZExkUFgn9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/cdxt9zDYOrk/s400/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301072736328654802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFRQ2zNrEqY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZFRQ2zNrEqY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TBC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-6360247225935602844?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/6360247225935602844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=6360247225935602844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6360247225935602844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6360247225935602844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2009/02/anime-review-time.html' title='Anime Review Time!'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SZEAhvRX_pI/AAAAAAAAALQ/CTuEnYR8lGE/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-2556115961790346176</id><published>2009-01-01T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:17:28.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lassen Sie mich allein, werden Sie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SVyHG96fD6I/AAAAAAAAALE/5Erk3c_Wa6Q/s1600-h/AlbumArt_%7BAE2D9A79-2CC3-4D88-905B-CC6EB4FB8E90%7D_Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SVyHG96fD6I/AAAAAAAAALE/5Erk3c_Wa6Q/s400/AlbumArt_%7BAE2D9A79-2CC3-4D88-905B-CC6EB4FB8E90%7D_Large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286248616394952610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, so i bought Folie a Deux last week. Apparently Fall Out Boy is changing their sound once again, but I personally think its pretty good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite tracks were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5.   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a Catch, Donnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9.   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiffany Blews &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 Dollar Nose Bleeds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I told Dara to listen to this, and she would actually text me on phone and facebook at 3 in the morning just to tell me that she really likes the song hahahaha si anak gila)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;____________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw gw gak tau ini bener ato nggak. Tapi kayaknya that person bakal ke Indo bentar lagi ahhahaha. Minggu depan sih katanya tapi gw gak pasti. Wew. Gw harus cepetan nih booking&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (anjing kesannya apa hahahaha gw goblok abis)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well tapi itu urusan gampang lah, that can be arranged. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wtf i'm saying two things that have the same meaning)&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah. Sekarang gw butuh orang buat nge-suppress the excitement down sampe nanti ahhahaa. Gw online nih, lu kmana sih? Sombong ga pernah sapa2 lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owell, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nächste Woche wird aufregend sein &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(minggu depan bakal asik)&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3215336504521743086-2556115961790346176?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/2556115961790346176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=2556115961790346176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/2556115961790346176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/2556115961790346176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2009/01/lassen-sie-mich-allein-werden-sie.html' title='Lassen Sie mich allein, werden Sie?'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SVyHG96fD6I/AAAAAAAAALE/5Erk3c_Wa6Q/s72-c/AlbumArt_%7BAE2D9A79-2CC3-4D88-905B-CC6EB4FB8E90%7D_Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-3512229215616172456</id><published>2008-11-26T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:38:14.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would say "Son of a Mother", Dennis would say "Nenek Pentil", Horlix would say "Cibay"</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy to get a lot of birthday greetings and wishes from everyone, as you can see on my facebook account. I even lost my count when trying to count how many 'happy birthday' were given to me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I would like to give an extra thanks for those in Sydney who tried to wake up at 4 a.m. to give me the birthday sms or facebook wall &lt;em&gt;(though none succeeded in doing so hhahahahha so hilarious)&lt;/em&gt;. You know who you guys are, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well its a bit disappointing. I've been expecting a birthday wishes from some people...and &lt;strong&gt;two &lt;/strong&gt;people just won't bother doing so. It sucks...really...it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Who they are? Well...you could call 'em &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;J.&lt;/strong&gt; All my high school friends should recognize S, and most Uni friend and some high school friend would have known J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just some random facts why I'm so disappointed. You should know that S is the first person I liked &lt;em&gt;(a more common term for everyone would be &lt;strong&gt;'first love'&lt;/strong&gt; but i dunno i just dont like the words...) &lt;/em&gt;and J is my current crush.&lt;br /&gt;Do you all now understand? AGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-3512229215616172456?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/3512229215616172456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=3512229215616172456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3512229215616172456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3512229215616172456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-would-say-son-of-mother-dennis-would.html' title='I would say &quot;Son of a Mother&quot;, Dennis would say &quot;Nenek Pentil&quot;, Horlix would say &quot;Cibay&quot;'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-4824201257367447999</id><published>2008-11-15T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:49:59.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-addin: Nobility of the Faith/ علاء الدين / 信念的貴族</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We always relate the story of Aladdin to an Arabian image or such...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SR6nAyyAO8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/xt_TrE8mEpU/s400/AladdinNJasmine3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But do you know that in fact, the story of Aladdin took place in China?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SR6pSCPRT3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/TMzLvn_a6iU/s400/Aladdin_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-4824201257367447999?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/4824201257367447999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=4824201257367447999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4824201257367447999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4824201257367447999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/11/al-addin-nobility-of-faith.html' title='Al-addin: Nobility of the Faith/ علاء الدين / 信念的貴族'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SR6nAyyAO8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/xt_TrE8mEpU/s72-c/AladdinNJasmine3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5416811561209635762</id><published>2008-11-07T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:14:44.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo! (Ake Style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE EXAM'S OVER FUCKTARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today's the last day of my exam. So I'm free now. WOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! LIBERTY IS SCHWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally exhausted now. I slept only three hours yesterday, and on the morning i drank a bottle of Kratingdaeng so I won't be too sleepy on my exam. As a result, my stamina is drained by now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________*********__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skrg sih gw baru slese chat sama Icha. Tadinya gw mau tidur stengah jam lebih awal. Eh pas gw udh mau tidur....ada yg nyapa gw di MSN. Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;itu&lt;/span&gt;. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yaudah deh...niat tidur diurungkan....lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun stuff tho. biasanya tuh gw chat ama dia...dia kasih gw satu baris, gw jawab lima, dia bales satu lagi, cuman skarang kebalik gtu ahhaha. And biasanya sih awal2 dia sapa gw tuh pasti ada hubungannya sama pelajaran ato apa...tapi yg skarang dia sumpah random parah. ahhaha. Tiba tiba kayak "AUDI!", "LAGI NGAPAIN?", "LU PULANG KAPAN?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in English of course)&lt;/span&gt;. Trus ya omongannya abis itu super gak jelas hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owell....gak tidur deh gw hahahah. dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKE UDAH GADA LAGI YG CHATTING SM GW! ILL SLEEP NOW! TOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3215336504521743086-5416811561209635762?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5416811561209635762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5416811561209635762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5416811561209635762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5416811561209635762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/11/woohoo-ake-style.html' title='Woohoo! (Ake Style)'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-8902245528301231822</id><published>2008-10-30T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:34:27.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most critical blog i've ever made.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Before reading this blog, please note that this is only my opinion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;(i.e: just what i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; - and that I am neither a highly devoted disciple of religion nor a dedicated scientist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt; I am expecting some disagreement from people, and I will respect them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who believes so much in science, and they instantly rejects some ideas of religion that  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seems &lt;/span&gt;to conflict scientific facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who belives so much in religion, and they instantly rejects some ideas of science that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; to conflict religious belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I could've said vice versa, but what the heck...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to ask me which side I'm in? Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i'm in a side which opposes those two ideas. I don't believe that religion opposes science and vice versa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(finally).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person who grew up with a MSc. Father, an BSc. MBA mother, and a highly religious grandmother, I have been introduced to religion, theology, science and engineering ever since I was a little kid. It was my mom who gave me a lot of knowledge about science - and I've been interested in a lot of things normally small kids won't give a fart about. Things like rocketry, time-travel, the universe and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, my grandma and my dad gave me religious teaching and sometimes read me the Koran &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(since we're Muslim...oh and of course it's translation, I can't speak Arabic)&lt;/span&gt;. So I am quite aware about God, angels, demons, prophet. I might have skipped some prayers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(LOL my friends at Uni will definitely laugh about this when I say FEW)&lt;/span&gt;, but I do believe in my religion a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up, I studied science in more depth - and studied about evolution in more depth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as in studying about genetics, adaptation, and mutation as opposed of just knowing monkeys turned into human)&lt;/span&gt;. At the same time, my tajweed (the skill of reading the Koran) tutor told me that that the theory of evolution of darwin doesn't make sense since it would mean that Adam, the first human, father of all man, is a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;Evolution makes a lot of sense to me, but that fact about Adam makes me curious. Then when I heard about some people telling about the "missing link" theory...I started thinking that...maybe monkeys did evolve into those human looking primates - &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homo Erectus, Homo sapiens neanderthalensis&lt;/i&gt; - but that's it...and when these creatures starts to extinct somehow for unknown reason, Adam descended to Earth. That makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I began to think that science and religion were not really opposing each other, sometimes they seem as if, but they really isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing is the fact that the Koran told human were made of earth. I mean..what the heck...earth? I don't look like any soil. But really, after a while thinking about it...it's really telling us the truth. Human is a carbon based organism, and along came calcium in the bones and other minerals composed inside our body. Guess what? Those are also the compositions of soil! So it wasn't saying that soil were made into human...but rather that human and soil were composed of the same compounds and chemicals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes to me thinking about how other Koranic (and Biblical at the same time) creatures might be explained by the same logic as well. Angels were said to made of light...and that is very consistent with their description of their ability of changing their form into anything they wish, and the fact that they can move godspeed. They can change how they look because they can manipulate light - which is what our eyes could sense when we try seeing things. The fact that they can move really quick is because light is capable of moving so quickly is because light travels at 3 x 10^6 m/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing makes me believe that those hardliner religious people should realize that He himself were the one that defines the Laws of Science, and those scientists should realize that He works at a logic that human may haven't, if not never will, understand.&lt;br /&gt;These are some stuffs I thought about that might be true, but is not verified or clarified by both science nor religion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Soul is a distinct type of energy which the body needs to start working. The body might have some sort of "reactor" hidden somewhere inside that uses this "energy" to cause body mechanisms to work. However this "reactor" functions is only to turn on the organs, and these other part of body cannot convert the "energy" into work - which is why we still need to take foods and other source of energy. I think this "reactor" might be somewhere in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some scientists argue that God can't exist because if he creates the universe...who created God in the first place? He can't just exist like that. Some more religious people argue that if that is so, who would create this universe? Thus creating a looping argument.&lt;br /&gt;God might be living beyond the realm of space-time where human might not understand what's happening there. So it is really not a place to argue about it for we haven't gotten our knowledge there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's funny how people said science have proven God doesn't exist, for ironically religion has verified us that science is correct. The more I studied about Science, the more I believe that God really exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-8902245528301231822?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/8902245528301231822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=8902245528301231822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8902245528301231822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8902245528301231822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/10/most-critical-blog-ive-ever-made.html' title='The most critical blog i&apos;ve ever made.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-7694761595510726625</id><published>2008-10-29T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:02:23.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerash.</title><content type='html'>I was frickin tired man. Today I have two frickin exams and the day before I've been pushing myself to the limit. Oh even worse, I actually pushed myself beyond the limit. I woke up at 7 in the morning (extra info: I slept at two) and drank Red Bull to get myself awake. Shit man. it is rejuvenating, but I do feel the side effect one day after - which is today. MY STAMINA IS FRICKIN DRAINED MAYNE LOL and i gotta walk from Racecourse (where my exam is held) to Shalom (where I usually hang out and study) and to home. Those will take approximately about...I don't know...2 kilos or something? or 3 kilos? I forgot the figure Len gave me the other day. Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T T_T  T_T  T_T  T_T  T_T  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so random, but I just remembered the other day...that me and Horlix were comparing what kind of girls we like. Yeah mine and his type were pretty similar tho: we prefer cute over hot - strangely enough I don't fancy the girl he had a crush on that much, and vice versa. But this puqi face (read: Horlix) knew that I like girls that's a bit chubby. How does he know? Well he showed pic of every girl in his high school - and he deduce it from there. True tho, for all my four crushes i ever had were all pretty chubby - at least when I like 'em - coz' one of em got really skinny now (whatever happened).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first crush was this girl from high school. She's a basketball girl, and she's a really nice person. She's not really a fashionista type of girl, and she prefer to keep herself simple. We used to have gunbound match almost everyday afterschool back then. I remember this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A almost wins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Hhhahahah, sorry miss...!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Shot a fire.............almost hit..........barely touches..........and hits the rock below...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: GYAHAHAHA BEGO LU DI!&lt;br /&gt;A: ...............bener bener miss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second crush is the granddaughter of an Indo celeb. She can be sweet at times, but almost all the time she gonna be so loud. Her laugh is so distinguishable, you can identify it from 200 metres away. LOL. Very into fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third crush is my junior at high school. She's very funny and I just like to tease her a lot. I often fought over our favorite band for no reason. And usually, its a never ending debate haha. Dang it man. But it's a fun thing spending your day together with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gebetan keempat tuh temen gw di Uni. Kalo mau disama2in, dia tuh paling mirip sama gebetan gw yg paling pertama. Orangnya suka kadang sensi sama gw lagi ahhaha. Tapi satu hal yg pasti dia tuh pinternya setengah mati. But overall dia orangnya sih kocak parah and kalo lagi hyper itu loh, hahah. Kasih aja coklat, palingan hyper sendiri haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im stressed. I need to sleep. maybe ill add someting else but not now kae? toodles guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT FAVE QUOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y.B....According to the computer...."&lt;br /&gt;"....many guarantors also suffered...."&lt;br /&gt;"What about A?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Jalah Takmo Kala in Who Wants To Be A Billionaire -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bee cozz...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Cymie -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YEEEEEAAAAA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Ake -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"E, Puqi!"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hsien -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3215336504521743086-7694761595510726625?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/7694761595510726625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=7694761595510726625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7694761595510726625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7694761595510726625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-frickin-tired-man.html' title='Kerash.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-645147246042167492</id><published>2008-10-23T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:21:18.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aitus Uil Irmyc.</title><content type='html'>So here goes the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: "Audi, I'm hungry.."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Heh? Ya makan lah...susah amat..."&lt;br /&gt;C: "You can go to McD and get something for me..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Leh, McD is just a few steps away from this building...it's not like it's going to take you hours to go there..."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Exactly."&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;A: "....dammit.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence goes for a few minutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: "I feel like sushi."&lt;br /&gt;A: "HAH? You feel like...?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "Sushi."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Yeah what the hell. You feel like sushi?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "Gw mau makan sushi..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Wait...do you mean...you feel like EATING sushi?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "Iya iya itulah whatever..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Ke Quad gih, deket kan...?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "I don't like it..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Tengoku?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "Yes....you can get it for me..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Eh apa..."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "............."~  -_-i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: (interferes) Udah bikinin Indomie gih di....(gives two packets of Indomie to A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: "Yes that'll be nice Audi...!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Eh? Wha..."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "..................................................." x_xi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A gets a bowl, and wash it)&lt;br /&gt;C: "Wait I don't trust you...let me see"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Heh?" (while showing C the tissue he used to clean the bowl...which is covered in oil and seasoning)&lt;br /&gt;C: "EWW....AUDI USE THE OTHER BOWL"&lt;br /&gt;A: "EH? Yang itu?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "Yes...! Duh!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "...fine...." (grabs another bowl, which is dusty)&lt;br /&gt;C: "CLEAN IT!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "YES."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Why dont u use any soap?"&lt;br /&gt;A: (grabs a palmolive liquid hand soap) "Mau pake ini?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "What, are u trying to poison me or something?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "No I'm not..."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Yes I think u are trying to..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "Don't worry I'll make sure your funeral is the best everyone will ever had.."&lt;br /&gt;C: "SAY WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "NO NOTHING!"&lt;br /&gt;C: "YOU SAID SOMETHING"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Cymri cantik dan baik....thats what I said..."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Yeah right...!"&lt;br /&gt;(A continues to clean)&lt;br /&gt;A: "Tuh cym, gimana?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "hmmmm......" (inspecting)&lt;br /&gt;A: ".....?"&lt;br /&gt;C: "clean it again..."&lt;br /&gt;A: "eh ini udah bersih gitu..."&lt;br /&gt;C: "Look there's still a spot there!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "A...OKAAAAY FINNNEEEE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats how today is...with the birthday girl, namely Cymri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CYMIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuh baik kan?&lt;br /&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/3215336504521743086-645147246042167492?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/645147246042167492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-1314534167103362525</id><published>2008-10-18T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:37:50.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Catch, Donnie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/04/Whatacatchdonnie_coverart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 433px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/04/Whatacatchdonnie_coverart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've got troubled thoughts and self-esteem to match, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a catch, What a catch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never catch us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So just let me be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instead I'll be fined, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the hospital or American Embassy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mislead,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said I still want you back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mislead,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said I still want you back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got troubled thoughts and self-esteem to match, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a catch, What a catch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can think love is the way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, oh, that you're the one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who gave up on you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who gave up on you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say the Captain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goes down with the ship, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So when the world ends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will God go down with it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mislead,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said I still want you back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mislead,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said I still want you back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got troubled thoughts and self-esteem to match, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a catch, What a catch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can think love is the way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, oh, that you're the one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who gave up on you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who gave up on you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a catch, What a catch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a catch, What a catch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will never never end up like him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behind my back I already am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep a calender this way you will always know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got troubled thoughts and self-esteem to match, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a catch, What a catch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can think love is the way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, oh, that you're the one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who gave up on you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who gave up on you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got troubled thoughts and self-esteem to match, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a catch, What a catch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-1314534167103362525?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/1314534167103362525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=1314534167103362525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1314534167103362525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ed/FOB_hficoabbart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ed/FOB_hficoabbart.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;          Mr. Sandman showing his beam, when he walks into the room the walls lean in to listen&lt;br /&gt;Surf out blank waves, clicking back and forth like old headlights, sniffing bottled you again.&lt;br /&gt;Headlights a steel trap, wish I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't, I don't...&lt;br /&gt;Just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?&lt;br /&gt;Does he know the way, does he know the way of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never end up like him&lt;br /&gt;Behind my back, I already am.&lt;br /&gt;Keep a calendar, this way you will always know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The last time you came through,&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, I know what you're going through.&lt;br /&gt;The last time you came through,&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, oh darling, oh darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempest in a teacup,&lt;br /&gt;Get unique.&lt;br /&gt;Peroxide Princess shine like shark teeth&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign, (it's a sign)&lt;br /&gt;It's a sign, (it's a sign)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a sign, what if you peaked early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?&lt;br /&gt;Does he know the way, does he know the way of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he, does he know the way to worship our love?&lt;br /&gt;Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will never end up like him.&lt;br /&gt;Behind my back, I already am.&lt;br /&gt;Keep a calendar, this way you will always know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you came through,&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, I know what you're going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last time you came through,&lt;br /&gt;Oh darling, oh darling, oh darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your husband know? Does your husband know? Does your husband know? Oh oh oh, whoa-oh...&lt;br /&gt;Does he know? Does he know, does he know? Whoa-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never end up like him.&lt;br /&gt;Behind my back I already am.&lt;br /&gt;Keep a calendar, this way you will always know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the last time you came through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh darling, I know what you're going through.&lt;br /&gt;The last time you came through,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, darling I know what you're going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;FALL OUT BOY NEWEST SINGLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/967048288.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so today i got FUCKING SOAKED.  And guess what, Cymri dengan santainya ngomong "ARGH, MY SHOES ARE WET" under umbrella, while looking at me whose head covered only by a hood.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get you to coogee to get the taste of being all wet kae cym? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of coogee, yeah because of cymri i got all wet gara2 diceburin ke air in the beach. vengeance is eternal loh cym. awas aja. ahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait to live in Shalom. Hahah. Coz to be honest staying in a homestay like this is a bit lonely. If i lived in Shalom i could just go crash anyone's room at anytime, all i need is  get outside my room and took a few steps to reach others room hahahha. Ada si 'itu' lagi haha.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, they have breakfast lunch and dinner (brunch instead of break n lunch at weekends) so i dont really need to get out  the dorm if im hungry. And i dont have to worry about running out of money.&lt;br /&gt;Well but one thing is, that i will be the one that opened the door for non-shalom people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait....I already am the door opener! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SPSMuMbY9cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LTVy5F1BNNQ/s1600-h/Shalom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SPSMuMbY9cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LTVy5F1BNNQ/s400/Shalom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256981390286190018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PEOPLE OF SHALOM (SOME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-284223329197275159?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/284223329197275159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=284223329197275159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/284223329197275159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/284223329197275159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/10/headfirst-slide.html' title='Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SPSMuMbY9cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LTVy5F1BNNQ/s72-c/Shalom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-4293306438935320284</id><published>2008-10-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:03:21.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY MAC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SOzKv6h7bMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HmNOnFBa1yg/s1600-h/Scrinshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SOzKv6h7bMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HmNOnFBa1yg/s400/Scrinshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254797789748751554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTRODUCING:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MacBook Pro enhanced with Leopard!&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/3215336504521743086-4293306438935320284?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/4293306438935320284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=4293306438935320284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4293306438935320284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4293306438935320284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-my-mac.html' title='I LOVE MY MAC.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SOzKv6h7bMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HmNOnFBa1yg/s72-c/Scrinshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-7820739142293705787</id><published>2008-09-27T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:31:09.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering, Maths and Science = FUN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-602.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v149/8/122/503055602/n503055602_1614514_1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 521px; height: 574px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v135/131/75/122611640/n122611640_34141347_4301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v155/121/33/808929434/n808929434_193093_420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v155/121/33/808929434/n808929434_193093_420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3215336504521743086-7820739142293705787?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/7820739142293705787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=7820739142293705787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7820739142293705787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7820739142293705787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-says-you-cant-have-fun-with.html' title='Engineering, Maths and Science = FUN.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-8760005711619589409</id><published>2008-09-26T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:13:36.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATE.</title><content type='html'>It's a really tough week mayne. I got heaps of assignments and tests, and I am literally REST-frickin-LESS. But lucky I think I managed to go through all those stuffs. Especially the MATLAB test, i might actually pass it (well, 60% is good enough for someone who studied for only two hours or less).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, crap it, let's move on from stressful days to MID SEMESTER BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some fixed plans this break. I'm goin' Paintballin' on Tuesday, and on Wednesday its Eid-ul Fitr a.k.a the end of Ramadan. So i'll be able to eat lunch again and swear as many as I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah right, as if i didnt do it on Ramadan. LOLness)&lt;/span&gt;. I'd probably spend the Eid on Dennis's crib. Too bad no rice cakes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or ketupat as we ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ll it in Indo)&lt;/span&gt;, or  chicken curry. Gonna miss the Eid in Indo. Oh well to the positive side, at least im not spending it alone in math tutorial like last year. That was the worst Eid ever. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well too bad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;people just goin' to vanish this break. Especially the one goin' to Gold Coast. Oh well. Why do I sound so disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know some people are just fun to tease when they're hyper. Yeah i should introduce u to this girl named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cymri&lt;/span&gt;. Some people referred to her as Kimchi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and other nicknames i might have not noticed)&lt;/span&gt;, but I prefer calling her Cymie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(dunn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o why) &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She's not usually hyperactive, but at this one day she kept on laughing for the whole day. Not necessarily for a reason. Well in fact: for no reason. HAHA. Kept on teasing her that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and the next day things just changes for her, she sound so distressed. Too badd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. That might be it for today. Jolly jolly mid semester break guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v314/151/15/552847575/n552847575_1320805_7312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v314/151/15/552847575/n552847575_1320805_7312.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimchi holding a dish of Cymri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-8760005711619589409?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/8760005711619589409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=8760005711619589409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8760005711619589409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8760005711619589409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/09/celebrate.html' title='CELEBRATE.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5286015837125760463</id><published>2008-09-25T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:42:50.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Never Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four years you think for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's all you've got to endure&lt;br /&gt;All the (total dicks)&lt;br /&gt;All the Stuck-up Chicks&lt;br /&gt;So superficial, so immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then When you graduate,&lt;br /&gt;Ya take a look around and you say "Hey Wait!"&lt;br /&gt;This is the same as where I just came from,&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was over, Aw that's just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whole Damned World is just as obsessed&lt;br /&gt;With who‘s the best dressed and (who's having sex)&lt;br /&gt;Who‘s got the money. Who (gets the honeys)&lt;br /&gt;Who‘s kinda cute and who‘s just a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you still don't have the right look&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have the right friends&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High School Never Ends..!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeeah. High school never ends people. At least that's what i've been thinking. Here in Uni everything doesn't change too much from High school. All that changes were the fact that there's no parent to ask for pocket money everyday, and that educational load just got crazier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the social life, things pretty much the same. Guys still like to hit each other's dick and checking out on some chicks. People had crush, ask someone with connection to get 'em closer. We still keep on trying looking for someone's dirty little secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never grew up, and that's just great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3215336504521743086-5286015837125760463?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5286015837125760463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5286015837125760463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5286015837125760463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5286015837125760463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/09/four-years-you-think-for-sure-thats-all.html' title='High School Never Ends'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-831191601284087215</id><published>2008-09-12T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:02:37.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Folie à Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a519.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/108/l_8790c365df7587b276b4ceb0d9166c86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 513px; height: 361px;" src="http://a519.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/108/l_8790c365df7587b276b4ceb0d9166c86.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FALL OUT BOY FIFTH STUDIO ALBUM IS COMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Folie à Deux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOVEMBER 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say my name, and his in the same breath, I&lt;br /&gt;Dare you to say they taste the same,&lt;br /&gt;Let the leaves fall off in the summer&lt;br /&gt;And let December glow feel flames&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Brace myself and let go,&lt;br /&gt;Start it over again in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;These friends, they don’t love you&lt;br /&gt;They just love the hotel suites, now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t care what you think&lt;br /&gt;As long as it’s about me&lt;br /&gt;The best of us can find happiness&lt;br /&gt;In misery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, take a chance, let your body get a tolerance,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a chance, but a heat wave in your pants&lt;br /&gt;Pull a breath like another cigarette,&lt;br /&gt;Palms up, I’m trading ‘em (trading ‘em)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m the oracle in my chest,&lt;br /&gt;Let the guitar scream like a fascist,&lt;br /&gt;Sweat it out, shut your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Free love on the streets, but&lt;br /&gt;In the alley and I ain’t that cheap, now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t care what you think,&lt;br /&gt;As long as it’s about me&lt;br /&gt;The best of us can find happiness&lt;br /&gt;In misery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t care what you think,&lt;br /&gt;As long as it’s about me&lt;br /&gt;The best of us can find happiness&lt;br /&gt;In misery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Said-a, I don’t care just a-what you think,&lt;br /&gt;As long as it’s about me, you said-a&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care just what you think,&lt;br /&gt;As long as it’s about me, you said-a&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care (I don’t care)&lt;br /&gt;You said I don’t care (I don’t care)&lt;br /&gt;Said I don’t care,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care (I don’t care), I said-a&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t care what you think,&lt;br /&gt;As long as it’s about me&lt;br /&gt;The best of us can find happiness&lt;br /&gt;In misery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t care what you think,&lt;br /&gt;As long as it’s about me&lt;br /&gt;The best of us can find happiness&lt;br /&gt;In misery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I Don't Care" by Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-831191601284087215?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/831191601284087215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=831191601284087215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/831191601284087215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/831191601284087215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/09/folie-deux.html' title='Folie à Deux'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-7394257076603613230</id><published>2008-09-07T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:58:05.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funniest transformation.</title><content type='html'>i imagined how they could turn from left to right, and I never ended up not laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SMPrq1C6EAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vyq2cBi7k90/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 737px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SMPrq1C6EAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vyq2cBi7k90/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243293512215695362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what I love about my surroundings:&lt;br /&gt;there's always something to laugh at. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-7394257076603613230?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/7394257076603613230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=7394257076603613230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7394257076603613230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7394257076603613230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/09/funniest-transformation.html' title='funniest transformation.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SMPrq1C6EAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vyq2cBi7k90/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-1023707161209002113</id><published>2008-08-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:09:37.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORLIX'S 18th BIRTHDAY BASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v323/12/80/626051112/n626051112_1804800_4760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v323/12/80/626051112/n626051112_1804800_4760.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAO LI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v330/186/90/663526610/n663526610_1213164_2594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v330/186/90/663526610/n663526610_1213164_2594.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TABLE 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indra, Stanley, Edmund, Me, Ake, Oak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v330/186/90/663526610/n663526610_1213197_4603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v330/186/90/663526610/n663526610_1213197_4603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those are condoms. Fuck so gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v330/186/90/663526610/n663526610_1213244_9353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v330/186/90/663526610/n663526610_1213244_9353.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bamboo club. Horlix is wasted already here in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v330/186/90/663526610/n663526610_1213242_8620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v330/186/90/663526610/n663526610_1213242_8620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance Stage. We can see Isaac, Elisa, Dennis, Jendi and my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3215336504521743086-1023707161209002113?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/1023707161209002113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=1023707161209002113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1023707161209002113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1023707161209002113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/horlixs-18th-birthday-bash.html' title='HORLIX&apos;S 18th BIRTHDAY BASH'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-6619020465925266754</id><published>2008-08-21T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:48:26.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly high to the sky.</title><content type='html'>shoot. today's been a long day. I went back from my friend's birthday party at 4 o' in the morning. What we did there? This might give u some picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/106/66/642971215/n642971215_1205088_6449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/106/66/642971215/n642971215_1205088_6449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;World Champion in weighlifting: Lifting Oak!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/106/66/642971215/n642971215_1205058_5346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/106/66/642971215/n642971215_1205058_5346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Horlix, Oak, me, and Yaya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, this might look like candid but it really isn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/106/66/642971215/n642971215_1205056_4641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/106/66/642971215/n642971215_1205056_4641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Oak and Horlix feedin' each other - so sweet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/106/66/642971215/n642971215_1205092_8052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/106/66/642971215/n642971215_1205092_8052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watching Singlish Video together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well it was fun and stupid at the same time hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But it was the adventure before the party that makes yesterday a long day. So let me tell u the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me, Jendi&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and Oak were searching for materials for building model rocket. First, we went to Bannings Warehouse on Garderners rd. After watching two episodes of Family Guy, one episode of That 70s Show, and two cans of coke at Oak's residence, Me and Oak walked to Shalom College to meet up with Jendi. Then we took off for Bannings Warehouse. The bus going there goes only every 30 mins, and when we arrive at the bus stop - we found out that the next bus is the last one on that day....and guess what? The bus came about a minute after we arrived! Shoot so lucky...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is where the funny part starts. In the bus, Oak and Jendi starts arguing about random stuffs &lt;em&gt;(in which they always do). &lt;/em&gt;The argument goes for long, until we missed the bus stop we're supposed to stop at....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-_-i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LUCKILY there's another bus stop near. So we dont have to walk too far. Phew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well. So we searched for many things on our list in Bannings. Out of 6 on our list...we obtained only 2 of em. Wew. Aluminum (which I call Allie's) sheet and copper wire. And the argument between Jendi and Oak still goes on. And of all randomness, Oak suddenly decides to look at tables &lt;em&gt;(wth)&lt;/em&gt;...and Jendi went on to see the kids section &lt;em&gt;(emm...)&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So then...we decided to go to the city to search for some copper tubing (something Jendi really desperate of getting, right Jendi? REALLY DESPERATE OF GETTING). We kinda waited on the bus stop for like 40 minutes or something. Jendi argue that the bus wont come at all, and Oak told her to be patient. Wew.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we ended up taking the train to the city. Which is far quicker than waiting for the bus + the travel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;T-T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the arguments were for nothing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway, yeah. So we went to the city and TRAVEL around to find copper tubes...with nil result. Oak starts roaring for hunger, Jendi gets totally exhausted - and out of this exhaustion - starts to become hyper. I might be the only sane person at that time. Haha yeah. At one time she looks at pigeons in the park, and she starts chasing em. At what's funny is how she didnt notice that everyone around were looking at her. hilarious ahha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Oak also does stupid things. He started dancing or whatever while we're waiting for the bus. Shoot. I should've brought some sort of camera. HAHA. And maybe I can post in on Youtube then 1M view would be achieved in a week or so. You guys gotta see him when he gets hyper and mad hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the only sane person left. Ain't that right you two?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This ramen house is a savior. We finally settled ourselves, sit down and enjoy hot japanese meal. Haha and Jendi offered me her Takoyaki. Takoyaki? Who cant resist takoyaki? &lt;strong&gt;TAKOYAKI IS BEST&lt;/strong&gt;! If there's a takoyaki around, I never NOT buy them. Everywhere, in singapore, in Indo, in Sydney, anywhere really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah well. It was a bit disappointing how we didnt find our copper tubes anywhere &lt;em&gt;(especially Jendi, she is crazy about it and puts stuffs about copper tubes everywhere - in her facebook status and MSN too)&lt;/em&gt;. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tommorow we'll start building the rocket with all the available material. And Jendi has blasted off to Oxford St. to get the copper tubes. Wew she's so eager. hahaa. Owell, determination. A good thing...she kinda remind me of someone actually...someone who has a rhyming name with her. Owell haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morale of the blog:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever hang out with Jendi and Oak, prepare to hear a lot of unnecessary arguments haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;Peeps on da blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v318/106/66/642971215/n642971215_1205053_3602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THITINATT (OAK) AND THE ICE CREAM CAKE. STOP EATING (that's the third chunk [not piece, chunk] anyway)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-764.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v185/237/89/586840764/n586840764_414543_1206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA Jendi looks so funny here. Big eye.&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/3215336504521743086-6619020465925266754?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/6619020465925266754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=6619020465925266754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6619020465925266754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6619020465925266754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/fly-high-to-sky.html' title='Fly high to the sky.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-1642046509115153487</id><published>2008-08-18T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:38:51.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the moon.</title><content type='html'>Its been an unproductive week. Haha. I've been sleeping over my friend's house for like 4 days already. And I'm so fucked up. I should repay all those by studying like heck today. It's my chance! Haha. Well actually there's a second reason why I want to study hard and get a good mark this semester, but well, secret's secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this massive sleepover days have made me realized that, I have the best friends anyone will ever had. I'll account for Shalom people, and one of my childhood friends that lived in Sydney as well. It's a long story and a complicated process to why I said so, but well the point is - they were supportive, fun to hang out with, and doofus at most time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(just like me)&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be one of the luckiest person on earth, and I just realized that recently. How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom People:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKon8A-bH9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/aok1oaImMLQ/s1600-h/Len.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 523px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKon8A-bH9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/aok1oaImMLQ/s400/Len.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236041428779081682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Len. Thai - Indo mix. Speaks five frickin' language (shoot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKon8ryNv5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/u8qkzKvmBc0/s1600-h/Leo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 523px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKon8ryNv5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/u8qkzKvmBc0/s400/Leo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236041440270598034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Leos. Cindy and Horlix. If they were of the same gender I might have mistaken one for the others so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKp4Urz7kHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/N4vTgwErZHQ/s1600-h/n515321883_685899_4759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKp4Urz7kHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/N4vTgwErZHQ/s400/n515321883_685899_4759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236129813524877426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jendi. Overly dilligent and super smart. Born on the 90s just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and she took the pride of being 3 months older than me, right Jendi? *darnit*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKon_XjWCTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/We8bvNvrE5g/s1600-h/n546570994_1151336_399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 592px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKon_XjWCTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/We8bvNvrE5g/s400/n546570994_1151336_399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236041486379125042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa. CHUBBY hahahaha. Left cheek for 1 bucks and Right cheek for 2 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKon_znzDTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iYDKzyBZyEo/s1600-h/n546570994_1151352_8235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKon_znzDTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iYDKzyBZyEo/s400/n546570994_1151352_8235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236041493913996594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andre. Looks too much like his sister above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKonIxE1QJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZEAm-T1PGhA/s1600-h/n558955996_1131043_9810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKonIxE1QJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZEAm-T1PGhA/s400/n558955996_1131043_9810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236040548337664146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edmond. UNSW PPIA President. (and Horlix on his right...well...front)&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/3215336504521743086-1642046509115153487?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/1642046509115153487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=1642046509115153487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1642046509115153487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1642046509115153487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-moon.html' title='you are the moon.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SKon8A-bH9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/aok1oaImMLQ/s72-c/Len.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-8372450396821055462</id><published>2008-08-14T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:53:20.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice song.</title><content type='html'>Back to the street where we began,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as good as lovers can, you know,&lt;br /&gt;Now we're feeling so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up things we shouldn't read,&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the end of history as we know,&lt;br /&gt;It's just the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the street where we began,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as good as love, you could, you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into a place, where thoughts can bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon ,&lt;br /&gt;And we know that it could be,&lt;br /&gt;And we know that it should,&lt;br /&gt;And you know that you feel it too,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's nine in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes are the size of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do,&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way that we do&lt;br /&gt;When it's nine in the afternoon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the size of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do,&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the street,&lt;br /&gt;Down to our feet,&lt;br /&gt;Losing the feeling of feeling unique,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place,&lt;br /&gt;Where we used to say,&lt;br /&gt;Man it feels good to feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the street, back to the place,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the room where it all began,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the room where it all began,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's nine in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes are the size of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do,&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way that we do,&lt;br /&gt;When it's nine in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the size of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do,&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way that we do,&lt;br /&gt;When it's nine in the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the size of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do,&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good,&lt;br /&gt;Just the way that we do,&lt;br /&gt;When it's nine in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-8372450396821055462?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/8372450396821055462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=8372450396821055462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8372450396821055462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8372450396821055462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/nice-song.html' title='nice song.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5538759452882717166</id><published>2008-08-12T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:11:17.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>official.</title><content type='html'>well, i'm officially single, stranger, a jerk in her life, and all-the-bad-things-you-could-list for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more to say? she's happy now that i finally let go of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she blocked me from seeing her wall, and sending her wall. and her photos. you can say her profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously she wants nothing to do with me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-5538759452882717166?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5538759452882717166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5538759452882717166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5538759452882717166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5538759452882717166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/official.html' title='official.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-352069809193305643</id><published>2008-08-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:35:56.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pas De Cheval.</title><content type='html'>I always hate it when this happens. This morning I woke up at...erm...7 45 or something. Then I go check facebook if there's anything new whatsoever..and well...there isn't. Oak suddenly gave me a message in MSN, this is what he wrote, so random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[Conversation started on 08/11/08 08:05:04]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:05:04 ] o a k | 4 B I A : e s c a p e  f r o m  r e a l i t y || MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB : where you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:05:13 ] cri du chat : home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:05:15 ] cri du chat : why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:05:32 ] o a k | 4 B I A : e s c a p e  f r o m  r e a l i t y || MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB : just woke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:05:35 ] cri du chat : yesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:13:03 ] o a k | 4 B I A : e s c a p e  f r o m  r e a l i t y || MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB : CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:13:03 ] o a k | 4 B I A : e s c a p e  f r o m  r e a l i t y || MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB : i'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:13:13 ] cri du chat : what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:13:15 ] cri du chat : haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:13:20 ] cri du chat : eat then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:20:52 ] o a k | 4 B I A : e s c a p e  f r o m  r e a l i t y || MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB : not ime ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:20:52 ] o a k | 4 B I A : e s c a p e  f r o m  r e a l i t y || MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB : andy in the bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 08:21:01 ] o a k | 4 B I A : e s c a p e  f r o m  r e a l i t y || MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB MATLAB : i haven't bathed also need to wait till he finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 09:59:41 ] cri du chat : fuck im asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[08/11/08 09:59:47 ] cri du chat : gotta rush to uni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[You have closed the window on 11 Aug 2008 10:02:22]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go and sleep again, set the alarm time at 8 15. Guess what? When I woke up, its already 9 40. I FUCKING rush myself to the shower and took it quick, and go tidy my room up then prepare for Uni. I took off from my home at 10 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I made it at Uni on time. For I have lab class at 11. I'm supposed to sign in this safety form so that I could get into the lab. Last week I didn't get to do that, so I didnt do the lab session. Crap. Fail to attend this one means failing the subject as well. DANG IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cold today and I wear shorts outside. Yesterday its colder, and I also wear shorts outside. Something must be wrong with me. Haha. But well a warm pizza for lunch would heat me up a bit, and it feels really great. Haha. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I might be writing something more later, because my battery is running low and i got lecture in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;half an hour. See you guys late&lt;/span&gt;r!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and I hope I see you too..Melanie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;[ Continued on 20:28 ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I was kinda surprised how things are. Recently, I've just found out that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horlix &lt;/span&gt;Leo broke up. Wew, I was least expecting that...They've been in a relationship for a year or more...maybe two...i think? That is too bad. I really have no idea why, for I think they were okay. Hmm...perhaps things are not as good as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well anyway, at least I know some people that likes him. Actually....I am NOT supposed to know, but one of his friends blabber it anyway. HAHA. Wow that' s not good for the girls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or I don't know, maybe it is good...we'll see)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New nick for Horlix from his friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(whom Horlix called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Binyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, anyway)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOMBLO HINA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I am supposed to be studying today...but well...I just...erm...cant. Don't ask me why. Oh well, I gave up today I guess. I better get my ass into lots of study tommorow. I've been slacking too much this first two weeks, and assignments start loading up this week. FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and good night to you too Melon. Sleep tight. And smile : &gt;. Even without me accompanying you to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-352069809193305643?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/352069809193305643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=352069809193305643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/352069809193305643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/352069809193305643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/pas-de-cheval.html' title='Pas De Cheval.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-9121364374929532445</id><published>2008-08-10T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:59:20.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>explosive.</title><content type='html'>So. I just came back from Shalom College from an overnight stay. I wasn't intending to stay at first, but when I found out that my girlfriend did an overnight stay at her friend's house...so...well, I decided to do an overnight stay as well. Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Dennis came over to stay at Shalom College as well, in his brother's room. We get to play LAN games, not just the two of us, but also with two other friend: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horlix&lt;/span&gt; Leo and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andre&lt;/span&gt; Wiryadi Dana.&lt;br /&gt;We played this Real Time Strategy games &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for those who don't know gaming jargons, it basically means war games where we get to build bases, and army, and defeat the enemy...well, in simple words)&lt;/span&gt;. We did all sort of match: allied against computer enemy, battle royale, even one-on-one battle. I prevailed over everyone...except...Dennis. He's always been like that, one immortal son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside games - which apparently took almost 70% of our time in Shalom - we pretty much did...erm....I don't know ahha. Lunch and Dinner. But it usually is only me and Dennis. Well we talked about mostly...erm...unimportant stuffs, such as being mean to people. Well we used to have these friends back in high school that were...erm...urrr....less intelligent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I won't be mean like Dennis), &lt;/span&gt;and we just talked about them and their legendary trademark icon. It was fun thing to laugh at, but surely its beyond mean. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yeah and this afternoon, suddenly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa &lt;/span&gt;Wiryani Dana &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(younger sister of Andre) &lt;/span&gt;appeared in front of the door. Well usually, when someone meet each other, they would usually say "Hey!" or "Hello!" or other similar phrases that sounds WELCOMING, you can list it by yourself. Guess what she said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                               "Lu ngapain disini?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Translation&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What the hell are you doing here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it. haha. well she is the next generation of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cewek Sensi&lt;/span&gt;. You know, those who likes to be sarcastic and teases me a lot. I always have this kind of girl EVERYWHERE I go. I got one in my High School &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Global Jaya]&lt;/span&gt; circle of friend, I got one in my FAMILY - which is one of my cousins, and apparently my GIRLFRIEND also fits into the category. Well, I guess Ellie gets the job in my University circle of friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and speaking of the Danas, this is the funniest conversation ever happened by them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;: Brotheerrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andre&lt;/span&gt;: Sisterrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;(hugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andre&lt;/span&gt;: Adikku sayang, sudah lama tidak bertemu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;: .....kalo gini gimana gak dikira Incest -_-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Frickin Random. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Just a short introduction to those people I mentioned in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJ6mRmcZcNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pPrvml7InxQ/s1600-h/n534946332_1041446_2539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJ6mRmcZcNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pPrvml7InxQ/s400/n534946332_1041446_2539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232802638358737106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dennis &lt;/span&gt;the dickhead. I've known him since third grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJ6nanh1XiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v79V0hzDi0I/s1600-h/n663526610_1131637_2620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJ6nanh1XiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v79V0hzDi0I/s400/n663526610_1131637_2620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232803892780424738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horlix &lt;/span&gt;the gay. He's just a level lower than Dennis in term of gayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJ6m02j5BDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Clt3Q6hOVuU/s1600-h/n663526610_1076008_5720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJ6m02j5BDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Clt3Q6hOVuU/s400/n663526610_1076008_5720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232803243980555314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andre&lt;/span&gt;. He has an awesome computer which has better capability than mine...and better pricing, apparently. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJ6na54n72I/AAAAAAAAAFc/XGmIdcqmlNk/s1600-h/n596210136_3410254_8251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJ6na54n72I/AAAAAAAAAFc/XGmIdcqmlNk/s400/n596210136_3410254_8251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232803897707851618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa&lt;/span&gt;. My almost-neighbor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(together with Andre, consequently)&lt;/span&gt; back in Year 10.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll be waiting for Pesta Kampung next week. UTS. 10 o' in the morning. Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-9121364374929532445?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/9121364374929532445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=9121364374929532445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/9121364374929532445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/9121364374929532445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/explosive.html' title='explosive.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJ6mRmcZcNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/pPrvml7InxQ/s72-c/n534946332_1041446_2539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5814421118735116667</id><published>2008-08-08T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:10:55.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad Astra Per Aspera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJww5Fr_IoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BlCd577suyQ/s1600-h/AHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJww5Fr_IoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BlCd577suyQ/s400/AHO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232110624435020418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, does look more like a movie poster huh? Or at least, like an movie/serial release ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea well, I'm bored..haha.&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well today something bitchness happened. So I wanted to sign this safety form - so I could get into the Electrical lab, but guess what? I went up with the lift, when I came out of my lift, the school office is right in front of me...and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the officer just closed the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^#$&amp;amp;^%^&amp;amp;%#$*%&amp;amp;$^&amp;amp;(%&amp;amp;$*^*%&amp;amp;$^%&amp;amp;*$$%*$&amp;amp;%$&amp;amp;%$*&amp;amp;%$*%!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm punked. I gotta do it sometime, else I will not pass the subject. Coz I have skipped two lab sessions already, and to pass, I need to attend 8/10 labs. Which means...I can't skip anymore sessions. Darn it sunova cibay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if things couldn't go much worse, another thing happened to me today. So I wanted to take money from the ATM. My mom just sent 500 bucks for me to buy some textbooks i didn't get to buy earlier. But all of a sudden, my keycard were taken by the ATM. I was like "WTF?" (literally). Then I went to the nearest Commonwealth Bank branch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(approximately 5 metres beside the ATM, yes, I was using the ATM outside the service branch)&lt;/span&gt;. They said it is being taken by the ATM because it has been inactive for a month (which is when I went back to Indo). CRAP! So I'll get my new keycard in a week. So now I can only take money on weekdays, and not anywhere. Bye bye easy access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No that's not all. I got 2/6 for my Tensile Test Quiz. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, please, not anymore...PLEASE NOO!&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing my chubby girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJw2FGwoYxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AAZn8XaT3Vc/s1600-h/we.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJw2FGwoYxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/AAZn8XaT3Vc/s400/we.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232116328439505682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahah I've always loved doing this to her. I've never spent a day with her without doing this (or attempting to) at least once. Haha. She kept on bragging that she is fat weigh to much blah blah blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah come on what's with all girls? They kept on saying that they're fat when they're NOT. Well in fact, I gotta say her body proportion is in a perfect range for me. Not too fat, but not too skinny. Well maybe I'm not expecting her to have a body of a model, but she's cute this way. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be all for today. Toodles guys...&lt;br /&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/3215336504521743086-5814421118735116667?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5814421118735116667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5814421118735116667' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5814421118735116667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5814421118735116667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/ad-astra-per-aspera.html' title='Ad Astra Per Aspera.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJww5Fr_IoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BlCd577suyQ/s72-c/AHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5581441227807241947</id><published>2008-08-06T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T04:49:38.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whenthedaymetthenight.</title><content type='html'>I gotta tell u this. Today in my MATS1101 (Materials Engineering and Chemistry, for you who don't know UNSW jargons) lecture, something really..well...unique happened. It was a *relatively* quiet lecture, when suddenly these two guys on the back start laughing hard. At first, the lecturer ignored them, but not so when those guys got out of control. The lecturer told them to be quiet and throwed some sarcasm at them, but these guys answered him! HAAH holy shit, everyone in the lecture hall laughed. The lecturer has thought that there's no point talking to them, so he continued with the session. But suddenly those maniacs starts singing loud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNSW, HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNSW"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lecturer called for security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. This is one of my best days in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...I got myself this new messenger app (Instant Messenger, not Messenger Nabi). Maybe the Windows Live Messenger for Windows is still better...or i don't know...but it surely is better than the Messenger for Mac. So I downloaded it. This is how it looks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJqXM93G0eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uKRhf7S5LcE/s1600-h/Scrinshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJqXM93G0eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uKRhf7S5LcE/s400/Scrinshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231660166164173282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, the one that has me, mel, and dennis. my new IM application. hehe. we can assign our friends a display picture, so it'll show up instead of theirs. We can assign nickname as well (just like Windows Live Messenger...for Windows, not mac). But well, for the time being, I've just assigned those things to five people, I'll continue it later when I have the time again. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made this out of randomness at the two hours empty timeslot at uni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJqVxCeh4dI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7xJWA8nKUBQ/s1600-h/ajsdop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJqVxCeh4dI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7xJWA8nKUBQ/s400/ajsdop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231658586855301586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, I'm bored. Haha. Well in case you guys didn't know, these are my friends whom I got characters from my comic TEAM adapted from. Those four above were (from left) Jesse, Fadi, Amanda, and Ariko - these guys were the secondary characters. The five below were Christy, Dennis, Audi(me), Sindy, and Tamma - and these are the primary characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the story revolves around five teens whom got recruited into a special anti-terrorism unit. I'm the goofy character who appeared to be the squad leader, Sindy's the violent girl who possess a great skill in acrobatics, Dennis is the brutal guy who were armed heaviest among all and tend to kill hostiles mercilessly - which is ironic for he has passion for violin, Christy is the cheerful technological geek who supports the rest of the team with his personal satellite system and advanced GPS technology accessed from his hi-tech laptop, and Tamma is the cool guy which has great skill in marksmanship - making him a good sniper for the team.&lt;br /&gt;And they will go against many bad guys, ranging from psychotic mass murderer, drug cartels, and even a terrorist cell whom seek to overthrow the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I have the whole story in my mind already, now its the matter of time and dilligence in putting those idea into pictures and storyboard. haha. fhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my most exhausting work in the making of T E A M:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJreY-xEKrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DoVgPRCMfC0/s1600-h/T+E+A+M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 528px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJreY-xEKrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DoVgPRCMfC0/s400/T+E+A+M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231738437891271346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJrgMfOCk0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6ZYCIGglxl4/s1600-h/ohohoihoihoih.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 523px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJrgMfOCk0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6ZYCIGglxl4/s400/ohohoihoihoih.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231740422287692610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJrhDlY5gkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8y8_NASFHqE/s1600-h/Resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 501px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJrhDlY5gkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8y8_NASFHqE/s400/Resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231741368836653634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can check the first few pages on http://thnksfrthrmsrc.deviantart.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*promotion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-5581441227807241947?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5581441227807241947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5581441227807241947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5581441227807241947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5581441227807241947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/whenthedaymetthenight.html' title='whenthedaymetthenight.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJqXM93G0eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uKRhf7S5LcE/s72-c/Scrinshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-1413823267813187800</id><published>2008-08-04T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:55:43.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whereisthelove.</title><content type='html'>Oh well, just got back from Uni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...not exactly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for lunch with my three Thai friends: Chayapol "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ake&lt;/span&gt;" Niwattananan, Thitinatt "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oak&lt;/span&gt;" Ukritnukun, and Q. We initially planned to eat at this chinese restaurant in Kensington just to realize that it is closed every tuesday...darn...so fucked up. Haha. So we ended up eating portuguese chicken in Portugali - its only a block away from the chinese restaurant. I got pretty full. Haha yeah. The only downside is how the waiter got Q's order and mine mixed. Q ordered thigh, and I ordered breast - but we got the reverse. Oh well, its nice anyway so i dont mind too much. tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is weird, but in today's accounting lecture, there's these couple sitting in the front &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the first row from the front, near where the lecturer is)&lt;/span&gt;, and u noe, they start cuddling and kissing and everything. HAHA. Seriously, if I were them I won't sit in the front. I really wonder what the lecturer thought, coz' I caught the lecturer trying not to notice them. Must be a real annoyance for him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I just realized I kept staring at them as well...coz...I dunno....maybe I'm jealous? haha u guys know I can't do that here in Australia...she's somewhere else in the world. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well even if I could, I'll actually find another time and place - not in the middle of the lecture, and definitely NOT in front of the lecturer. HAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kepple's Law!" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[well it might not be funny for you guys who don't do physics AND not studying in UNSW together with us. But I'll tell you. So in Physics there's this theory called Kepler's law about planets' orbit and shits, and we have a friend named Jendi Itjieh Kepple. For us, Oak's quote is extremely funny - so funny that me and Ake spent two minutes or something laughing about it. Hahah!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="'feedback_add_friend_to_pri_bucket("&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;__________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onclick="'feedback_add_friend_to_pri_bucket("&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onclick="'feedback_add_friend_to_pri_bucket("&gt;PICS OF THE DAY [after so long!]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJfWc2gYteI/AAAAAAAAADM/tBM8Gu8kWJM/s1600-h/%27friend%27,+i+like+the+sound+of+that+word.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJfWc2gYteI/AAAAAAAAADM/tBM8Gu8kWJM/s400/%27friend%27,+i+like+the+sound+of+that+word.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230885283370153442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah. Romantic picture of the year 2005 featuring Dennis and Christy. This is beijing I think. Sindy used my camera and took this picture without them knowing. Clean shot sind haha. Nice pics for denn and chris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="'feedback_add_friend_to_pri_bucket("&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3215336504521743086-1413823267813187800?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/1413823267813187800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=1413823267813187800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1413823267813187800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1413823267813187800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/whereisthelove.html' title='whereisthelove.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SJfWc2gYteI/AAAAAAAAADM/tBM8Gu8kWJM/s72-c/%27friend%27,+i+like+the+sound+of+that+word.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-1083174205836200425</id><published>2008-08-04T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T03:52:15.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>usedto.</title><content type='html'>You used to talk to me like&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one around.&lt;br /&gt;You used to lean on me like&lt;br /&gt;The only other choice was falling down.&lt;br /&gt;You used to walk with me like&lt;br /&gt;We had nowhere we needed to go,&lt;br /&gt;Nice and slow, to no place in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this figured out;&lt;br /&gt;We used to breathe without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;When nights were clear, you were the first star that I'd see.&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this under control.&lt;br /&gt;We never thought.&lt;br /&gt;We used to know.&lt;br /&gt;At least there's you, and at least there's me.&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back to how it used to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-1083174205836200425?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/1083174205836200425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=1083174205836200425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1083174205836200425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1083174205836200425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/usedto.html' title='usedto.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-1608515424646253275</id><published>2008-08-03T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:01:47.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dontworrybehappy.</title><content type='html'>okay what should I say? I've been away from this blog for a million lightyear, and now I'm totally blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm in sydney, back to uni for some depression and more pressure. tee hee. And I'll make sure that I got a good score this time, for I get seriously bad marks last semester. Out of four subjects, three got 60ish and one got 7ish. No Distinction at all. WTF. So gay. All my friends got at least one distinction in their subject. ARGH. Shoot I'm worst. Gotta do more study this time. FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i found myself a new hobby: GARAGEBAND. Well its kinda fun, although a good result requires a high concentration. I produced six music already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(trashed on of them because its so trashy, not that the others are not)&lt;/span&gt;...and now I'm downloading the newest Jam Pack from the net so I could get more loops for more variety of sound and taste. But it's really a slow download: 2 KB/s, 2 GB total file size, ET 7 hours. Holy shit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the new homestay is WAY better than my last one. Here, I never went to my room after dinner without having a full tummy. They cooked a large-sized meal everytime, and that feels like heaven. My room is quite spacious, with a large bed and a conveniently placed workdesk beside it. Not just that, the location of the house (well, apartment) is uber strategic: it is very near to the restaurantS I love to go, and there are also grocers that I often go to before - and most of all - University is reachable by foot. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of large bed, I really miss my gf. No...wait....it's not what u think...I corellated bed to her because she has a large bed as well. That's why. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, seriously, come here. Live here. I can't stand looking at couples cuddling everytime I walk the street...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-1608515424646253275?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/1608515424646253275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=1608515424646253275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1608515424646253275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1608515424646253275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/08/dontworrybehappy.html' title='dontworrybehappy.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-6825561308517784910</id><published>2008-07-25T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:50:44.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden</title><content type='html'>I was having a serious discussion with my gf this early morning. Yeah, and my dad just barge in to my room and told me to stop talking. Yeah, u noe what happened next? I said to Melin that we might wanna talk again later, and she replied with a short "Yeah sure" and hung up. When I got to my room both my parents just screamed at me like hell about how I shouldn't call at night and they start spreading the conversations into other stuffs. If there's any one thing that I don't need, it is for more people to get cranky to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlu ya gw lagi susah dibikin tambah susah. Taek. Udh freedom gw dilimit, masih sempet2nya bikin gw susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you pic, and all of a sudden I just starting to feel how I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-6825561308517784910?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/6825561308517784910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=6825561308517784910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6825561308517784910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6825561308517784910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/07/golden.html' title='Golden'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-7490924315816964545</id><published>2008-07-05T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T03:41:50.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobodyslistening.</title><content type='html'>Back in indo guys. Well apparently I don't have any net &lt;em&gt;(i never consider Telkomnet a net)&lt;/em&gt; at home. And my old desktop monitor crapped. Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writin' this in Bakoel Koffie. I'm with my family and every one of 'em seems to enjoy their own time by themselves (me with my dad's laptop, Deandre with geeky math, and Sean with drawings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to see people for the time forward. When I say people, i mean &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EACH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERY ONE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of them. Yeah I hope I can do that. Met some people already yesterday, yeah. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next person(s) I'll meet, I want to watch Hancock with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovin SQ for putting Pretty.Odd. in their playlist. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-7490924315816964545?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/7490924315816964545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=7490924315816964545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7490924315816964545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7490924315816964545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/07/nobodyslistening.html' title='Nobodyslistening.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-8191270259095023287</id><published>2008-06-12T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:44:59.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>onestepcloser.</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously anxious-slash-excited whether I could be accepted into the dorm. Coz I hate homestay. I can assure you. Too many rules, WHY THE FUCK can't I shower two times a day? And I lack the freedom of getting out of my room at night. Fuhh. Oh, and specific case for my household where I stay, they used microwave a HECK lot (literally) - worse, they put the microwave effin close to the wireless router. When they turned on the microwave, *pop* goes the wireless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and what I like about the dorm, is the fact that I already know some people a bit, if not really well. These are those people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horlix Leo: &lt;/span&gt;Fellow Engineering/Commerce student.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cindy Leo: &lt;/span&gt;Horlix's sister.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel Laoh: &lt;/span&gt;Dennis's brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elisa Wiryani Dana: &lt;/span&gt;Second year commerce student. Dennis's neighbor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andre Wiryani Dana: &lt;/span&gt;Elisa's brother. We share the same passion for games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edmond Tanuwidjaja: &lt;/span&gt;PPIA President for UNSW. Dennis's neighbor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evan Tanuwidjaja: &lt;/span&gt;Edmond's brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jendi Itjieh Kepple: &lt;/span&gt;Fellow engineering student. She's from Bangladesh. But some people said she's an Indo-Caucasian mix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i hope i got accepted. seriously....argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is cool btw, I haven't seen us all online at the same time for a long time since high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SFGmfpas49I/AAAAAAAAADE/RUZt8Qvy_lY/s1600-h/Sap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SFGmfpas49I/AAAAAAAAADE/RUZt8Qvy_lY/s400/Sap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211129306468377554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Short one person of the TEAM tho, but owell, 4 out 5 ain't bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-8191270259095023287?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/8191270259095023287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=8191270259095023287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8191270259095023287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8191270259095023287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/06/onestepcloser.html' title='onestepcloser.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SFGmfpas49I/AAAAAAAAADE/RUZt8Qvy_lY/s72-c/Sap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-4009236437431240007</id><published>2008-06-10T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T05:45:04.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>popularmechanicsforlovers.</title><content type='html'>yeah im in university waiting for the damned university computer lab to empty itself. Shit! I really need my frickin printouts for exam this thursday, and well...bad luck, here I am waiting like an idiot. Now I'm in level 8 of the university library - sitting in this ugly desk...I have no idea how long has it been here. Maybe 5 years or so? Wew. Higher floors were abandoned. O well, I should quit complaining and get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while waiting for my gf to wake up, I searched the net for a new games (for macintosh) to download. Coz well, all my good games were in Windows Vista and I don't feel like switching. So yeah. I've been googling for quite sometime, and somehow I ended up on Gunbound - yeah that Worms-like games with different vehicles we could ride. Hahah shoot, that is so year 9. Back then, this game is so popular. I used to play it all the time every monday, wednesday, and friday in a internet cafe near EF. Frequent players other than me (which I remember) are Tamma and Sindy. Unlike these two, I don't play skill, I play luck. For some reason, my luck is UNREALISTICALLY high. All I did is pick a random coordinates and hope it hits them...and well...it hits quite frequently. Wow. I'm amazed. Most remembered quote from Tam and Sind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ANJING HOKI LU DI!" (translation: "AUDI YOU LUCKY BASTARD!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....yea well...it's luck..don't be mad....seriously....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, we took this game a little too serious, we even made bet out of it. I think I lost a match against Sindy and I am supposed to buy something for her...but well...and I forgot.....and she forgot....and I got away with it.....and I'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no, no, i'm not stingy, i'm...er....conservative with my money.....tee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got back from Uni when I wrote this blog, and I've been there for like 6 hours or something. Darn. And that sacrifice is just to wait the DAMNED COMPUTER LAB TO EMPTY ITSELF. Darn those Engineering Design 2 students, they overtook the computer lab for nine hours! Yeah and I am forced to leave my gf for the day because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for accounting, more accounting, and another accounting. GAYNESSSS. And well I'm going to do...well...Accounting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;next semester. More money to count, more numbers to load, as if those numbers from engineering isn't enough. Pfah. I need some time to ressst! Seriously. I need to comfort myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i need to live in dorm next semester. PLEASE. DORM. ACCEPT ME.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry, i am stressed out. this blog is all crapped out har har.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-4009236437431240007?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/4009236437431240007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=4009236437431240007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4009236437431240007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4009236437431240007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/06/popularmechanicsforlovers.html' title='popularmechanicsforlovers.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-4456988547845433001</id><published>2008-06-07T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T06:58:05.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thatgreengentleman.</title><content type='html'>Things are shaping up to be pretty odd&lt;br /&gt;Little deaths in musical beds&lt;br /&gt;So it seems I'm someone I've never met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will only hear these elegant crimes&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your ears from criminal dimes&lt;br /&gt;They spill unfound from a pretty mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody gets there, everybody gets their&lt;br /&gt;And everybody gets their way&lt;br /&gt;I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the only one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for me, and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for me, and that's okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go where everyone goes&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;I want to go where everyone feels the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said I'd leave the city&lt;br /&gt;I never said I'd leave this town&lt;br /&gt;A falling out we won't tiptoe about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody gets there and everybody gets their&lt;br /&gt;And everybody gets their way&lt;br /&gt;I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the only one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for me, and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for me, and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same, and I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for me, and that's okay&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same, and I say&lt;br /&gt;[X2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… Well, things have changed for me&lt;br /&gt;Come on everybody let's dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm singin' it all night long&lt;br /&gt;Come on everybody and join along…! I'm sayin’…&lt;br /&gt;Well things have changed for me&lt;br /&gt;Come on everybody let's dance and sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm singin' it all night long&lt;br /&gt;Come on everybody and sing along…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for me&lt;br /&gt;And that's okay…!&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way, and I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-4456988547845433001?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/4456988547845433001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=4456988547845433001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4456988547845433001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4456988547845433001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-green-gentleman.html' title='thatgreengentleman.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-2460498282893965344</id><published>2008-06-02T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T05:58:23.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>butitsbetterifyoudo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be focusing on this for a few day, im making an essay (or something like that) here, tee hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling like seeing these people, I won't mention name, u guess who they are, one of 'em might be you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(note that the order is random and people were not ranked in any means):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I knew this person from Year 3, but not until year 6 we got to know each other a little better. He morphed his hair about two times, from Lennon style to Emo and now...well..i dont know....in-between? haha. He possessed a unique point of view on friendship and relationship - and apparently he gets pretty strict when it gets to those matter, oh, and harsh as well. He's a distant cousin anyway. He's taking an Information System major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first thing to do when I get close to this person, is to protect my phallus at all cost. Failing to do so will succeed him in inflicting a great amount of pain and agony - rendering you helpless. But other than that, he's actually a good friend. He's really keen of helping his friend when it gets to things like love-life or crush or things like that. In fact:  he has put himself relatively deeply in all three love-life stories I've ever been in. Perhaps a person that knows the most detail about my stories - coz he's been live spectator in all three cases. Haha. He's taking Chiropractic course in Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If high school is a comic, than this person and person number 2 is the best running gag ever created in the series. There are many nickname 2 gave her: shortie, midget, cebol, and etc. - all emphasizing on her relatively short height (I have to agree). It's only number 2 at first, but he teaches me how fun it is to tease her...so she wouldn't be safe even if number 2 is not around, coz I am still around. Har har. She's a nice girl though, and we used to talk a heck lot, and call almost every night...but most of the conversation were useless and random. Shortie. Haha. She's a life science student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back in high school, she's like the person who teased me the most - sometimes in conjunction with number 1 and 3. Darn, she treated me like little kid in Year 8, but only until year 9 when I grew taller than her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well, less tease on me being kid, but I don't mean she also stopped on teasing on any other aspects).  &lt;/span&gt;We used to play this online game called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gunbound &lt;/span&gt;together&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;alot - she's has more experienced thatn I do, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pwnd*&lt;/span&gt; her a heck lot of times. Despite her annoying nature, she's actually a nice girl and a really comfortable person to talk with. As time goes, it turns out to be me who teases her more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(well i remember telling her that I can see her bra color, all she gave me is a nice firm punch)&lt;/span&gt;. We kinda lost contact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or a deliberate one, to be exact) &lt;/span&gt;with each other for a reason - but we still act like who we used to be whenever we come into contact with each other - both online or in real life. I don't know why, she might be doing less sport these days, she gets chubbier. She's doing Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This guy's house has been a refuge for me, no.1, and no.2 for quite some time. You can trace back our history as far as year 8. We weren't that close until one day we discovered a common interest: Flash animation. Of all people in our year level, we became the most active flash animators - creating many &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(silly) &lt;/span&gt;flash movies - often playing on our friends or even teacher. I remember making this flash movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRAVEL TO THE MOON&lt;/span&gt; - where its just a silly flash with some idiot astronauts gettin' toasted by alien living on the moon. This guy no. 5 made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BIG APPLE&lt;/span&gt;, about alien invasion attacking NY. No.1 even made a parody where he combined my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TRAVEL TO THE MOON  &lt;/span&gt;with 5's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BIG APPLE&lt;/span&gt;. Well now he's faraway, and I kinda lost someone to share fun, creativity, jokes and sarcasm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(towards a common enemy, HAHA)&lt;/span&gt; with. He's a business administration dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Among girls that I never get romantically attracted to, she's the person I've ever got closest. We used to share a lot of stories with each other, even those that we tend to kept away from others. In Year 10, she's just a new kid in my class - and only until year 11 then we started to get close to each other. Since then, we've been refuge for each other in many things. But outside of serious talk, we are still friends with silly attitude towards each other. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Forest &lt;/span&gt;is my nick for her - concerning her dark skin nature and hairy leg &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(shoot i'm cruel - but she seemed to laugh at it as well, so okay...)&lt;/span&gt;. Now we talked much less than before, due to her massive load of university work and the fact that we're now thousands of miles away. But we still act the same everytime we got to talk to each other. She's an architect girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am totally oblivious about her existence back in high school. Strangely, she somehow knew me. We had our first contact in Myspace. At first, all I am giving her is this short compliment about photographs she took in her deviantART profile - but we ended up talking alot after that. First its all myspace, then we switched to friendster, and from thereon we finally get into MSN. Things just go funny after that, when I finally realized I held a feeling for her. Took me another 4 months or something to found out she had the same feeling. Things just go spontaneously after that, suddenly we realized we ended up like now. We had a really good laugh of some stuffs, and strangely we just know how each other would think or do. It's so comfortable talking to her, and I often skipped class just to speak to her on the phone. She wants to be more skinny, but I told her to keep her cheek the way it is to conserve her chubiness, haha. She's aiming for a diploma in photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was long haired the first time I saw her. Back then in year 10, I didn't know her too much. All I know about her is funny stories about how people like to play with her very-american-accent and also her hyperactive nature. I remembered one really notable story is how this american accent gets contagious to other people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(for example, terkontaminasi is pronounced terkhonthamhinashi)&lt;/span&gt;. I knew her better in later years of our high school. I forgot how, I really do, but we suddenly end up talking alot. Har har. She has this habit of hyper-fying people's name like Audiduum, Vee-Vo-Vee-Vum, and many more. But I find her a really good friend, and a good one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minyak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Indonesian for Oil)&lt;/span&gt; is what we call him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(can't remember who made the nickname, either 1 or 6)&lt;/span&gt;. I can say that he is one of the most well known person in my year level. One most notable trademark of him is his laugh - which is really distinctive, and explosive. I remembered in Year 8 - the first time he came in my school - he played as this character named 'Ali' for a Bahasa Indonesia drama - a dorky kid who become target for bullies just to end up being one super rich dude in the future. Humorous in nature, he makes a really nice friend. I had a grudge on him though, for publicating *something* in the bus on Beijing trip. But well, old story, I've forgotten...well no, I won't forget it, I just don't mind anymore. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KEPALA SUKU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(chieftain in Indonesian)&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yes that's how some people refer to her back then. I have no idea why or when exactly, but well that's it. The queen of debate in my year level, comparable to even to number 2 and 5 - who were the kings of debate. No wonder, in high school graduation she won the English award &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(along with number 5)&lt;/span&gt; and to be honest it was nothing of a surprise for me. All I had in mind when she was awarded was a simple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"o.."&lt;/span&gt;. We used to go to IELTS preparation course together. What I like about her, is how she can get pretty loose on something but are able to get firm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sometimes even to the level of harsh) &lt;/span&gt;when things got out of control. She's a good friend, and a good listener as well...She's taking mass communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A really funny girl. Laughs as hard as number 9, and as hyper as number 8. For me, a guy who likes to make jokes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(jayus, to be much more precise)&lt;/span&gt;, she is one tough adversary to beat. Because sometime it took her a few minutes to realize what I was saying...so well...that's a failure for me as a joker. *DANG*. But seriously, once she laugh, it will be a long one. Her trademark: "HAHAHAHAHA.........hah?". Seriously, you shouldn't be speaking promises related to time or date with her. Why? Trust me, you don't want to. Tee hee. But yeah as I said earlier, she's a funny and humorous girl, and there's always something to laugh at about her everytime we met. She's a talk buddy, and I share many things with her. We went to a trip to singapore along with 1, 5, 6, and 10 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(9's supposed to go as well, if not for his IELTS course). &lt;/span&gt;Old days, hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE LIST STILL GOES. BE RIGHT BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-2460498282893965344?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/2460498282893965344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=2460498282893965344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/2460498282893965344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/2460498282893965344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-feeling-like-seeing-these-people-i.html' title='butitsbetterifyoudo.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-7918069739090355691</id><published>2008-05-31T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:06:54.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-7918069739090355691?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/7918069739090355691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=7918069739090355691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7918069739090355691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7918069739090355691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5502875746498932172</id><published>2008-05-29T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:23:49.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waitinggame.</title><content type='html'>so here I am waiting in Uni for my friend, Thitinatt "Oak" Ukritnukun, who's currently doing his dynamics assignment. We are going to city together to attend the night workshop, held specially today. PHEW. It is going to be our &lt;strong&gt;LAST &lt;/strong&gt;workshop this semester...no wait.....it is the &lt;strong&gt;THE LAST EVER! &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah! No more waking at 6 in the morning and pay 3 bucks for a trip one hour long! Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm oh so relieved! I have no more assignments (well there is one actually, but its a group one), now its...well....bunch of studies for the upcoming exams. Damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay...ill be jumpin on this blog later tonight! I have to go now. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im tired, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Today's been a real bitch. I am really tired: I went home from workshop at 10 pm. Shit, how gay is that? Initially, I thought I could escape from there on 7 pm or something, but apparently things just go wrong on my project and I have to stay longer there.....dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to think about the positive side, its the last day of workshop! I dont have to go there anymore, not ever in my whole university life! No more subjects such as these and everything from now on will be held in Uni. ITS ABOUT TIME...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this subject with workshop in it, MMAN1130. It is actually an elective subject, but I have no choice but to take it since other subjects i want to take were having timetable clash. So...owell, I guess I have no choice but to take it. And I scored really bad on these. I hope I could at least get away with a pass grade. I wont be aiming for credit, its just hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a rest on both my physique and my mind tonight. I just cant stand the exhaustion I accumulated this week.  I still have two more weeks of fight, and I have to make sure I have the capability to do that. Darnnnn last weeks of Uni is sure distressing....crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, currently I am waiting for my girlfriend on the phone listening to iTunes. So I guess I should end my blog here, my mind is just too overwhelmed with stuffs, I cant really think of things. Sheesh. I seriously need some rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthenpeeps, I'll keep update of the blog tommorow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-5502875746498932172?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5502875746498932172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5502875746498932172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5502875746498932172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5502875746498932172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/waitinggame.html' title='waitinggame.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-7845159102086226292</id><published>2008-05-27T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:52:04.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new sweater today. its this gray and black striped one. it doesn't look too extraordinary or unique or something, but I like it for sure. So yeah, 25.99 bucks (fuck, why can't they just put it to $26?). Nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today's my fifth month annie with melanie. 270508. yesh. tee hee. So melanie, happy five month anniversary for us....hee. I'm so glad we can make it through this long. I really don't know what to wish, or what to hope, in particular, but one thing is that I wish that we kept on loving each other - its variation could be anything. tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you melon, no matter what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well assignment's been a real bitch. I got two to finish, and im not sure if i can even finish one. DAMMIT. Tonight I'm supposed to wake up late to finish my assignment, but...I don't have the capability anymore to do stuffs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-7845159102086226292?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/7845159102086226292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=7845159102086226292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7845159102086226292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7845159102086226292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-new-sweater-today.html' title=''/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-6358774913587674650</id><published>2008-05-25T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T07:37:27.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oneofthosenights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IM EXHAUSTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frickin accounting assignment. I allocated and dedicated today for this thing. I've been working on it...from 4 pm or something STRAIGHT to midnight! ARGH. This is killing me. Now on my head floats the dollar sign, the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'debit' 'credit' 'deposit' 'revenue' 'expense'&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....okay i'll stop there...you get the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well all i need is a serious rest now. I'm really tired.....i have to wake up tommorow morning coz i have this tute class at 9....ah crap. What? You're asking me why I insist on coming, even though I know I'm *terribly* exhausted? Well, first of all, I'm afraid that something important would be there, and secondly, Melin won't let me skip the class. Har har...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it should be five months less few hours ago when me and my girlfriend does our confession to each other. HAHA i remembered how unprepared I am back then. Seriously, it was totallly spontaneous: all i got is a five minutes preparation before I talked to her, coz I have no idea that I am actually going to talk to her! Well...not before that five minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? She laughed at me after I talked. I KNOW ITS FUNNY, five mins prep only! har har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funnier is the fact that she said things about sharing love on Christmas. Though, she didn't mean the literal meaning back then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet memory. tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I am really pissed with my internet, and I've just realized that everytime the hostfamily were having family time together below, my internet is going to go chaos. I'm feeling like screaming downstairs:&lt;br /&gt;"GUYS! F U ITS NIGHT ALREADY GET THE F UPSTAIRS AND SLEEP UNDER YOUR EFFIN BLANKET, YOU EFFIN SUNOVABEACHES! IM USIN THE EFFIN INTERNET THAT WILL BE RUIN IF YOU EFFIN PEOPLE STAY DOWNSTAIRS THIS LATE, F."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shit im so violent, har har*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna transfer Uni to Singapore. Back where I was born, closer to home, cheaper life, and more friends, and of course....closer to my girlfriend. If I were in Singapore, I seriously think life would be so much easier and better for me and my family. My fam can easily visit me, I can go back home much more frequent, and yeah...I am MUCH more experienced in Singapore than I do in Sydney. Plus, the food in Spore is much cheaper........while foods in sydney cost like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..........can I transfer to Singapore? PLZZZZZZZZ. I want to step my feet back in Asia.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-6358774913587674650?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/6358774913587674650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=6358774913587674650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6358774913587674650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6358774913587674650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/oneofthosenights.html' title='oneofthosenights.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-6674368518653270915</id><published>2008-05-25T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:35:15.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nightdrive.</title><content type='html'>you can call this a midnight blog. I can't seem to put myself to sleep. Well, I did sleep (a disastrous sleep) before...but...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is weird that my emotion just easily go chaos recently - well...somewhere near the start of this week. It wasn't too noticeable until today, I just go angry at stuffs I'm not supposed to (or at least, stuffs that I don't usually go mad at). The internet been really sucky these days (its always been sucky, but the past two days, even at the very peaceful nighttime the internet would just go down), and I just go punch stuffs for it. Geez, I'm dumb and such a waste of energy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhen in the afternoon too, when my girlfriend goes cranky with my internet and hung up three of my skype calls. But I came to realization just before my head was about to blow up: what am I angry at? So I cool myself down and try controlling my mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe the pressure of Uni is the one doing this to me. You know, as my previous (and the previous) blogs stated, i got a heck lot of job to do if i want to pass all the  subjects this semester. Well I did a wrong mistake of putting things on the last minutes...so yeah here I am...pwned. Today I do my Accounting assignment for like...five hours straight or something. Well and guess what, it's still a few light years away from completion and five days away from due date (FUCK HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET IT DONE?). As I said: PWNED. And shit, that's not the only thing I'm supposed to do, there are still three other subjects I have to think about too. Dammit. Until the 17th of June, life is going to be tough for me....shit....im worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday, I'm going to dedicate the whole day to accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is exactly five months ago when I'm in my exact position, talking to my girlfriend (she isn't my girlfriend yet at that time). We described our house (in my case, my house back in Indonesia and this homestay house) - one tells story and the other closes eye for better picture and imagination.&lt;br /&gt;It was after that, when she somehow leaked her thoughts by saying "I got a wish that only you could grant me" to me. I remember asking her what it is, and she suddenly realized what she said, and starts panicking. Haha...melanie...ur one funny girl you know?&lt;br /&gt;Well and then the story continues, that sentence of her kept haunting me, and I finally ask her what it's all about. She kept on avoiding the topic at first, but starts giving in when I told her that I knew what she's wishing. So well, we start sharing everything that day. It was Christmas 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel strange when I think about those stuffs, I actually drop a tear when I tried remembering those things to the very detail of it. Seriously, I have no idea why, haha. Though, I am smiling when the tears were coming out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird. haha.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i got a whole new day to fight tomorrow. I think i gotta go to sleep now. Accounting assignment. dammit. cya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-6674368518653270915?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/6674368518653270915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=6674368518653270915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6674368518653270915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6674368518653270915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/nightdrive.html' title='nightdrive.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5188599620230810403</id><published>2008-05-24T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T09:06:40.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>golden</title><content type='html'>phew. okay, this is exhausting. I have about 5 days left until my accounting assignment due date, and I still have a LARGE portion of it uncompleted. FUCK. My head is now full of dollar signs and numbers. Shit I can't runaway from numbers in my degree.....escaping from engineering doesn't do much good as I saw more numbers in accounting (with $ instead of m/s or N or J or whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dynamics report! Dynamics Block Test! Dynamics Exam! Argh! Shit! I'm being chased by hell! What should I dooooooooooooooooooo?! Shitzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just gave up on my accounting assignment for today, its 10 30 and my head cease working. I guess I'll just wake up next morning and do stuffs again.....I really need tommorow as accounting day....oh no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting for my girlfriend to return from her dinner with her fam. We didn't talk much for the last two days because her internet doesn't work...and today we don't talk too much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel...I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess that's for today. I got pressurized from University...I need some rest....crap....frickin assignment...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;frickin assignment......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;frickin.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and can somebody tell me what can I do about sleeping? Its been killing me.&lt;/span&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/3215336504521743086-5188599620230810403?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5188599620230810403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5188599620230810403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5188599620230810403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5188599620230810403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/golden.html' title='golden'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5653405493874746083</id><published>2008-05-22T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:21:17.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>webelieve.</title><content type='html'>today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that an assignment is due today and its worth 3% of the final mark. shit and I missed it. The next thing I realized is that tommorow's the last day of doing my engineering mechanics practical assignment - worth 20% - and I'm not prepared at all. Moreover, my accounting assignment is due on the 30th this month: yes, next friday - and i've done nothing at all. Worth...20%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my girlfriend's internet just go rebel today, she said she might not be able to get internet for some time. I called her and she sounds very annoyed and distressed with it. So we talked only a bit today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess....tonight is going to be lonely. Sleep alone. just like old days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the morning I just realized that I've been sleeping the whole night wearing my headset...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-5653405493874746083?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5653405493874746083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5653405493874746083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5653405493874746083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5653405493874746083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/webelieve.html' title='webelieve.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-6764404279601999099</id><published>2008-05-21T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:32:28.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancedance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some videos from VCE Angkatan 7 final assembly rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kanya Paramita&lt;/span&gt; - Choreographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ariko Ahmad &lt;/span&gt;- Trainer&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="332" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6f9cd02b745583c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3fe0b05e7674047%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330358940%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5646CB24ED3E8ACFFD486F7E91AE1DF243652DEC.5751E098424838901D3A6F633B3FEC3D16FE7089%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3fe0b05e7674047%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcpqzJ1QZ6ZZgECENY2Uw3epNLck&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="399" height="329" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De3fe0b05e7674047%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330358940%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5646CB24ED3E8ACFFD486F7E91AE1DF243652DEC.5751E098424838901D3A6F633B3FEC3D16FE7089%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De3fe0b05e7674047%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcpqzJ1QZ6ZZgECENY2Uw3epNLck&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;all rehearsed, all we need is Faza now.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6764404279601999099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6764404279601999099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/dancedance_21.html' title='dancedance.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-2701602104417604279</id><published>2008-05-21T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:48:51.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thefirstsingle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't stand to think about&lt;br /&gt;A heart so big it hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God I gave my best&lt;br /&gt;But for three whole years to end like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you want to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop if you cant start&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I could if you can try to fix what I've undone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hate what I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh you think you do you, you just dont seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't define so let's&lt;br /&gt;Cause a scene&lt;br /&gt;Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something&lt;br /&gt;I've just got to get myself over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could stand to do without&lt;br /&gt;All the people I have left behind&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point in going around&lt;br /&gt;When it's a straight line baby, a straight line down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets make a list of who we need&lt;br /&gt;And its not much, if anything&lt;br /&gt;Lets make a list of who we need&lt;br /&gt;And we'll throw it away cause we dont need anyone&lt;br /&gt;No we dont need anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh you think you do you, you just dont seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't define so let's&lt;br /&gt;Cause a scene&lt;br /&gt;Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something&lt;br /&gt;I've just got to get myself over me&lt;br /&gt;And I hate what I've become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the night life is just not for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause all you really need are a few good friends&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go out and be on my own&lt;br /&gt;You know they started something I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave for the city, well count me out&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all this time is wasted on&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh you think you do you, you just dont seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't define so let's&lt;br /&gt;Cause a scene&lt;br /&gt;Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something&lt;br /&gt;I've just got to get myself over me&lt;br /&gt;You know me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh you think you do you, you just dont seem to see&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all this time to be something I can't define&lt;br /&gt;So let's cause a scene&lt;br /&gt;Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah something&lt;br /&gt;I've just got to get myself over me, yeah, over me, yeah, over me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah I'm currently listening to the song above while writing this entry. Hahah it reminds me of early 2007, when I listen to the song so often after the IELTS course with Kania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in uni (to be exact, in front of the Rex Vowels Theatre &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(if you're a UNSW dude, then you should know the place)&lt;/span&gt; . So this is 14:38 p.m Sydney time, and in about half an hour - I got my math test worth 20% of final mark.  Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you something about the weather. Its dark and it looks as if its going to rain in a short time. And heck it seriously is COLD. I'm wearing tight tee, hoodie, and jeans - yet the cold still strikes through inside my clothing - shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melon, hug me dong hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should be taking off now to my math tutorial class where the test will be held. Wish me luck guys..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3215336504521743086-2701602104417604279?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/2701602104417604279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=2701602104417604279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/2701602104417604279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/2701602104417604279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/thefirstsingle.html' title='thefirstsingle'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-677938444112263108</id><published>2008-05-20T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:24:14.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-677938444112263108?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/677938444112263108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=677938444112263108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/677938444112263108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/677938444112263108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/dancedance.html' title=''/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-6896754005765802803</id><published>2008-05-20T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:46:50.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>illbe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SDKqMD_nXqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Pomw4yv26fg/s1600-h/Melon+Kebo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 439px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SDKqMD_nXqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Pomw4yv26fg/s400/Melon+Kebo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202407643773623970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I remembered the time when she gave me this picture, she told me that she were mopping the floor when the picture was taken. I believed her, and the next thing I know - she's laughing hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;div   style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;" id="songlyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The strands in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That color them wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;Emeralds from mountains&lt;br /&gt;Thrust towards the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never revealing their depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows&lt;br /&gt;Of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof&lt;br /&gt;As we lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;You're my survival&lt;br /&gt;You're my living proof&lt;br /&gt;My love is alive and not dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated&lt;br /&gt;I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows&lt;br /&gt;Of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dropped out&lt;br /&gt;Burned up&lt;br /&gt;Fought my way back from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Tuned in&lt;br /&gt;Turned on&lt;br /&gt;Remembered the things you said&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;/span&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/3215336504521743086-6896754005765802803?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/6896754005765802803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=6896754005765802803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6896754005765802803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6896754005765802803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/illbe.html' title='illbe'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SDKqMD_nXqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Pomw4yv26fg/s72-c/Melon+Kebo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-3839579407091025063</id><published>2008-05-20T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T03:20:38.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anthemofourdyingday.</title><content type='html'>i kinda skipped university today. Its supposed to go till 4, but I left at 11. Sweet. Why? Because today my girlfriend's school (a.k.a my old high school) is having this holiday...I dont know what holiday...and yeah, It's quite a rare opportunity to have her at home all day on weekdays. So yeah. Well I studied, don't get me wrong, but I still get to talk to her. tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I love about weekdays: no one's home at noon, so i'll define the internet signal in one word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PERFECT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Har har shit im so happy about it, the internet just went REALLY smoothly and the signal's four (three at most of other times)...well...until my hostparent (the mum) came home and...well...turn on the microwave....*SOB*.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and to make things worse, I was in the middle of my (really enjoyable) nap and she woke me up.....to tell me..........that.........I gotta pay.....an additional 600 bucks.....because....the......homestay agency...raised...the fee....for....2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay....Ozzie Bucks is at it's highest rate currently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(another raise of 4 000 IDR exchange rate and USD is going down, swingin') &lt;/span&gt;, and they told me to pay another *frickin* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;600&lt;/span&gt; bucks?! You gotta be kidding me!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;....shit what am I suppose to tell my parents......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished doing my study for tommorow's maths test. It's about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*geek alert*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Double Integration &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(doing maths in high school? studying integration? yes, this thing is *literally* double that monster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Differential Equation &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sounds cute for calculus students: differentiation, yeah that thing we all calculus student think a piece of cake. Seriously - you didn't get to differentiate anything. It's all integration - only worse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eigenvalues and Eigenvectors &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no, not a name of a German-manufactured car. It's a cool name referring to a............well, two related mathematical terrors)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im waiting for my gf to finish her TOK presentation. Too bad it's a presentation that will be marked, the topic is super interesting: BERMUDA TRIANGLE. Tee hee, I remember back then in primary I used to talk a heck lot about this thing with my friend - Yoga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(oh yes, the super white dude that we equate to Panda). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that'll be all for today, cya guys tommorow. tee hee.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-3839579407091025063?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/3839579407091025063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=3839579407091025063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3839579407091025063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3839579407091025063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/anthemofourdyingday.html' title='anthemofourdyingday.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-3930921669274746458</id><published>2008-05-19T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:29:48.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate.</title><content type='html'>I got a news this morning. So before I get my ass out of this house to the uni, my hostparent (the mum) told me that they are finishing their homestay business, so that I have to move somewhere else after july when I'm back here. I don't know whether I should be sad, but one thing for sure I can wish for somewhere with a better internet and no such thing as that microwave (read: son of a bitch) and phone calls near the router (read: inconsiderate action). Now that's what I call dream! HAR HAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shit, I scratched my foot while i'm writing this, ouch it seriously hurts*&lt;br /&gt;*and shit, the internet went.....waidaminit its online again...lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I kinda skipped the lab-tutorial today. Haha. I got on the phone with Melin this morning...and whenever I spoke with her...its a little bit hard for me to stop. Class starts at 9 and when I get to notice the time its already 9 30 and Im still on my tee and boxer. Shoot hahah. But anyway...I don't know....well it's not that important so skipping it doesn't hurt too much (no I didn't say it doesn't hurt at all, skipping it kills my CAD Terminal test).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So I'm currently bored and still gaining my mood for studying math and do my accounting assignment. Shit I'm so dead. I gotta catch up! SHEET. Failure to study math will cause death this wednesday, and failure to complete ACCT1501 assignment will cause death on the 30th of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody get the doctor on the phone, coz' im not making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........sorry, too much Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm liking my girlfriend's blog. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-3930921669274746458?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/3930921669274746458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=3930921669274746458' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3930921669274746458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3930921669274746458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/hate.html' title='hate.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5155325327122222881</id><published>2008-05-18T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:50:52.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatsthis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SDAJcT_nXoI/AAAAAAAAACg/ud-099Gbw88/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 470px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SDAJcT_nXoI/AAAAAAAAACg/ud-099Gbw88/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201667951621004930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys spot the similarity between these two pics?&lt;br /&gt;And additional notes, these are two of some more in which it happens.&lt;br /&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/3215336504521743086-5155325327122222881?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5155325327122222881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5155325327122222881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5155325327122222881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5155325327122222881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/whatsthis.html' title='whatsthis?'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SDAJcT_nXoI/AAAAAAAAACg/ud-099Gbw88/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5356641479976112075</id><published>2008-05-18T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:40:15.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shewillbeloved.</title><content type='html'>Today's a pretty nice day, under my blanket. Sheesh its so cold, winter is definitely coming! I'll make sure my heater is locked-n-loaded. And...well...my dearest companion: HOT OVALTINE (Milo would do too, though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today's been a full day in skype call with melin, and yeah...we just talked about stuffs...and stuffs...and stuffs...and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....well..stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently she is listening to the song Last Christmas (by jimmy eat world) and One Year Six Months (by yellowcard). Used to be two of my most heard song in the past, har har.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she's listening to Thnks Fr Th Mmrs now.............now that's music! FOB ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plan for the night....well....I have...to work on this super shitty assignment for my Design and Manufacture (been in UNSW Mechanical Engineering Course before/now? Yes, its the subject where we should go to city and took a long bus travel on 7 in the morning). DARN. And i have to go there again next week! FUCK I don't feel like going there. I'd rather stay home, seriously....or go to any lecture...but in UNSW, not in the damned city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty content (maybe happy today) so yeah. I'll see you again soon and i'll add more updates if applicable (shit i'm talking university admission jargon).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-5356641479976112075?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5356641479976112075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5356641479976112075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5356641479976112075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5356641479976112075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/todays-pretty-nice-day-under-my-blanket.html' title='shewillbeloved.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-8284910810481467137</id><published>2008-05-17T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T05:01:47.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>theocean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  am i alone in this?&lt;br /&gt;never a night where i can sleep myself till day.&lt;br /&gt;we must try to figure it out, figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;it won't be that easy.&lt;br /&gt;we lost it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come over unannounced.&lt;br /&gt;silence broken by your voice in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;i need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;just like the ocean needs the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the night becomes the space that's somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;what i feel and what i'm told.&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the shoreline trying to figure it out, figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;to find out the meaning and reach it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come over unannounced.&lt;br /&gt;silence broken by your voice in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;i need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;just like the ocean needs the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall around me now,&lt;br /&gt;like stars that shine and brighten the way.&lt;br /&gt;i need you here tonight just like this night it needs the rain.&lt;br /&gt;the season has changed.&lt;br /&gt;the wind, it blows colder now, colder now.&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are raised,&lt;br /&gt;the rain it falls harder now, all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come over unannounced.&lt;br /&gt;silence broken by your voice in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;i need you here tonight,&lt;br /&gt;just like the ocean needs the waves.&lt;br /&gt;so fall around me now.&lt;br /&gt;just like stars that shine and brighten the way.&lt;br /&gt;i need you here tonight just like this night it needs the rain.&lt;br /&gt;over unannounced, silence broken by your voice in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;i need you here tonight,&lt;br /&gt;just like the ocean needs the waves.&lt;br /&gt;just like the stars that fall around me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I just feel like putting this here. I like the song. hhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3215336504521743086-8284910810481467137?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/8284910810481467137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=8284910810481467137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8284910810481467137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8284910810481467137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/theocean.html' title='theocean.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-2981973146387528780</id><published>2008-05-17T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:48:59.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whyworry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SC7IMD_nXnI/AAAAAAAAACY/cL_UyblmgKQ/s1600-h/Year+12+VCE+%2833%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SC7IMD_nXnI/AAAAAAAAACY/cL_UyblmgKQ/s400/Year+12+VCE+%2833%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201314729215614578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Beginilah Sekolah Global Jaya, murid yg serius sama murid yg gak niat belajar bisa duduk sebelah2an. ahahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-2981973146387528780?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/2981973146387528780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=2981973146387528780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/2981973146387528780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/2981973146387528780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/photo-of-day-beginilah-sekolah-global.html' title='whyworry'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SC7IMD_nXnI/AAAAAAAAACY/cL_UyblmgKQ/s72-c/Year+12+VCE+%2833%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-3954924339563783169</id><published>2008-05-17T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:42:20.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thelastsong.</title><content type='html'>hey guys. im back with da blog. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today's basically just a day at home. more specific? well, on bed. tee hee. I did all my lunch dinner, games, skype call on bed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know, there's nothing too much i could share today. It's really......well..........I don't know....just nothing to share haha. My interaction is limited today, maybe I spent it most with Melon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here I am waiting on my bed, and I'll do my night prayer as soon as I finish this blog. phew. which is...er...now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay then. thxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-3954924339563783169?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/3954924339563783169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=3954924339563783169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3954924339563783169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3954924339563783169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/thelastsong.html' title='thelastsong.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-223010293893772004</id><published>2008-05-16T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:15:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shadowsandregrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SC2LND_nXmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AH79av-b5pU/s1600-h/P1000763_47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SC2LND_nXmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AH79av-b5pU/s400/P1000763_47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200966201209478754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The models for my TEAM comic main characters. Shit this is like...year 11...end of 2005 - and look at me: fat and ugly. Crap. Yah sayang kurang Jesse ahhaha kalo gak salah gw lupa ngajak dia ikutan take pics. Ck ck. Fadi lain sendiri. Gw rambutya kayak tetek. Tamma tampang dingin. Dennis tampang homo. Ballz anime parah. Nda...apa ya hahaha. Ariko 64037. Sindy rambutnya kocak haha.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          I'm back, back in town&lt;br /&gt;and everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;I feel, feel let down&lt;br /&gt;the faces stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;I see, see shadows&lt;br /&gt;of who we used to be&lt;br /&gt;And I drive, drive these roads&lt;br /&gt;through this memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were only kids&lt;br /&gt;And we were best of friends&lt;br /&gt;And we hoped for the best&lt;br /&gt;And let go from the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard, heard myself&lt;br /&gt;say things I take back&lt;br /&gt;If I could, could retell&lt;br /&gt;and make these stories last&lt;br /&gt;I see, see shadows&lt;br /&gt;of who you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;I drive, drive these roads&lt;br /&gt;made of memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were only kids&lt;br /&gt;And we were best of friends&lt;br /&gt;And we hoped for the best&lt;br /&gt;And let go from the rest&lt;br /&gt;Shadows and regrets&lt;br /&gt;Let go from the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;Faces stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed&lt;br /&gt;Faces stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were only kids&lt;br /&gt;We were best of friends&lt;br /&gt; _____ time couldn't end&lt;br /&gt;The world in my hands&lt;br /&gt;And we were only kids&lt;br /&gt;And we were best of friends&lt;br /&gt;And we hoped for the best&lt;br /&gt;And let go from the rest&lt;br /&gt;And shadows and regrets&lt;br /&gt;We let go of the rest&lt;br /&gt;Shadows and Regrets&lt;br /&gt;We let go of the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-223010293893772004?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/223010293893772004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=223010293893772004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/223010293893772004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/223010293893772004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/models-for-my-team-comic-main.html' title='shadowsandregrets.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SC2LND_nXmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AH79av-b5pU/s72-c/P1000763_47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-1544229598683101561</id><published>2008-05-16T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T06:12:30.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ivegotallthisringinginmyearsbutnoneonmyfingers.</title><content type='html'>sleep is trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, today I am having a good time and well...I fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;The world before sleep ad after wake is totally different. It's like sleeping with cushion everywhere and wake up not long after that just to found out you're in-between spikes that's ready to tore you apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you just don't know when or how the world's gonna kill you, never.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll die already before you knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the seemingly meaningless random post, but it is not random. I just need somewhere to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so here I am. Apparently alone in this quiet room. It's me and my laptop. Its....erm....10 59 Sydney time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite miraculous how the wireless signal suddenly went so good today. It's either 3 or 4 (maximum signal is 4). I am amazed. Wow it is so perfect I can't believe my eyes. har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the workshop in city today, and try finishing my project. It SHOULD be able to be finished by today, but apparently the teacher said I can't make one of the feature until next week.....so well...i gotta come next week. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of good news and bad news today let me list em for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wireless signal is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just got the exam timetable, and the latest exam is on the 17th - that's really early. Should be able to go home earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enrolled in subjects for next semester and I got myself a (relatively) convenient timetable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wireless signal is perfect - I just....don't know how to utilize it...coz I used to do skype call with someone, and it requires good signal to be convenient. But well....this good signal isn't doing that much good tonight...(refer to the seemingly random first seven lines of this entry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tickets are available only on July 2nd. So well....earlier exam doesn't do much good on when I would go home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't take microeconomics coz' it clashes with two subjects, so I have to dump it away. Well...it's three engineering subjects again...craphole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that summarizes almost everything today....har har. So yeah. Good night everyone and sleep tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the meantime...i'll keep wondering whether I'm falling to dreamland by myself tonight....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-1544229598683101561?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/1544229598683101561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=1544229598683101561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1544229598683101561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/1544229598683101561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleep-is-trouble.html' title='ivegotallthisringinginmyearsbutnoneonmyfingers.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-5041211883280390127</id><published>2008-05-15T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:55:10.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assassin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photo of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCv3nj_nXlI/AAAAAAAAACI/l_-n3YtyP2U/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 571px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCv3nj_nXlI/AAAAAAAAACI/l_-n3YtyP2U/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200522453778390610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Si Tamma dengan anggunnya berjalan melewati lapangan basket sambil bawa bawa buku Physics and his laptop (yg apparently pernah gw tinggal di ruangan lantai 3, lupa nomer ruangannya).&lt;br /&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/3215336504521743086-5041211883280390127?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/5041211883280390127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=5041211883280390127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5041211883280390127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/5041211883280390127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/assasin.html' title='assassin.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCv3nj_nXlI/AAAAAAAAACI/l_-n3YtyP2U/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-3698825498526694762</id><published>2008-05-14T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:25:09.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>suspension.</title><content type='html'>Hey people, this is 12 46 Sydney time and i am currently waiting for math lecture that will start in approximately 15 minutes or so. And yeah, I am bored and there really is nothing for me to do, so here I am posting this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My math lecturer's name Milan Pahor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not to be confused with AC Milan)&lt;/span&gt;. I gotta say he's one of the best teacher I've ever known, somehow he's able to turn difficult shits that might took whole life to understand into such a piece of cake. I remembered learning this thing in math called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;formal definition of limits &lt;/span&gt;from a *shitty* lecturer - namely David J. Crocker - and shit I have difficult time understanding it. But Milan explained the concept again to me, and damn it - its damn simple. So should I say congratulation Milan, or fuck you David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit while I'm waiting in this lecture hall, someone turn on the computer that is used for presentation in the front and opened youtube to open this...seriously...ugly music video and ugly music. omigosh har har har. Sheeeeet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right the math lecture is about to start, and this laptop remaining power was...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm typing this at home now. Guess what, the time i was typing the "was" word...the computer just shut down because it's out of power. Im not kidding you, seriously. har har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and guess what? my internet goes shitty again ever since people were home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(it seriously is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERFECT &lt;/span&gt;before anyone's home)&lt;/span&gt;. And yeah, i got asleep when I wait for it to be okay. When I woke up its on already....with...well....9 missed call on my phone. I know I was doomed that time. I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not the first time it happens. and the last time it happens: its fatal.&lt;br /&gt;congratulations audi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel a perfect day that I have forgotten how it felt.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel a perfect week that I have long forgotten how it felt.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel a perfect fortnight that I have not known how it felt.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel a perfect month that I have dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a message for someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just don't want to.&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/3215336504521743086-3698825498526694762?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/3698825498526694762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=3698825498526694762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3698825498526694762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3698825498526694762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/suspension.html' title='suspension.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-4742526327451106600</id><published>2008-05-14T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:29:33.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cupidschokehold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCq4DD_nXkI/AAAAAAAAACA/UHmyNpXLT78/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCq4DD_nXkI/AAAAAAAAACA/UHmyNpXLT78/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200171082503904834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at this. Dennis the Mafia Boss - surrounded by girls - and of course, with his loyal bodyguard: Nampun "Killer" Gultom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba da da&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba da da&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba da da&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba da da&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba da da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since we last spoke&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna sound like a bad joke&lt;br /&gt;But momma I fell in love again&lt;br /&gt;It's safe to say I have a new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it sounds so old&lt;br /&gt;But cupid got me in a chokehold&lt;br /&gt;And I'm afraid I might give in&lt;br /&gt;Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean she even cooks me pancakes&lt;br /&gt;And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;If that ain't love then I don't know what love is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even got a secret handshake&lt;br /&gt;And she loves the music that my band makes&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun&lt;br /&gt;I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ba ba da da, ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since we talked last and I'm tryin' hard not to talk fast&lt;br /&gt;But dad I'm finally thinkin' I may have found the one&lt;br /&gt;Type of girl that will make you way proud of your son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you heard the last song about the girls that didn't last long&lt;br /&gt;But I promise this is on a whole new plane&lt;br /&gt;I can tell by the way she says my name (ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when she calls my phone&lt;br /&gt;She even got her very own ringtone&lt;br /&gt;If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long drive home but I know as soon as I arrive home&lt;br /&gt;And I open the door take off my coat and throw my bag on the floor&lt;br /&gt;She'll be back into my arms once more for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a smile that would make the most senile&lt;br /&gt;Annoying old man bite his tongue&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done&lt;br /&gt;She's got eyes comparable to sunrise&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't stop there&lt;br /&gt;Man I swear&lt;br /&gt;She's got porcelain skin of course she's a ten&lt;br /&gt;And now she's even got her own song&lt;br /&gt;But movin' on&lt;br /&gt;She's got the cutest laugh I ever heard&lt;br /&gt;And we can be on the phone for three hours&lt;br /&gt;Not sayin' one word&lt;br /&gt;And I would still cherish every moment&lt;br /&gt;And when I start to build my future she's the main component&lt;br /&gt;Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I never seem to get a lot (ba ba da da, ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-4742526327451106600?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/4742526327451106600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=4742526327451106600' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4742526327451106600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/4742526327451106600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/nineintheafternoon.html' title='cupidschokehold.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCq4DD_nXkI/AAAAAAAAACA/UHmyNpXLT78/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-6942640886467546746</id><published>2008-05-14T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:19:01.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>backatyourdoor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today doesn't start too well. Me and my gf just had a cold war again this morning, and...things just don't work out. Suddenly she went offline, and I waited for her to go online again...but well...nothing happens...&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, I wrote this message for her in facebook? What? Put it here? Nah hahah...its private. But all I can tell you I do drop my tears when I type it...and well...the tears felt different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Uni at 10 today, which means - I skipped the 9 o' lecture. har har. When I thought I won't miss the 11 o' lecture (which is the continued part of the 9 o') - I was wrong. It turned out that I have to finish my pump design and drawing till....erm.....2 o'....SOB! Yeah so I just missed 2 hours of my 3 hours free time. Argh. Welcome to engineering everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........well...engineering with last minute design submission....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anyway*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while I wait for math tutorial this afternoon, I wait near the class while listening iTunes from my *beloved* MacBook. Oh not forgetting the PRO. hahahahaha. yeah, so I'm relying on my 76% battery power to survive for an hour...so well, it did. For some reason I found Samsons' song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenangan Terindah&lt;/span&gt; a little bit catchy that time, so I repeated the song a lot har har. I love songs with violins and piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool math tutorial. Laplace transform:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F(s) = ∫ (e^st) ƒ(t).dt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....i'll get some more updates tonight....this is entry for now har har.&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/3215336504521743086-6942640886467546746?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/6942640886467546746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=6942640886467546746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6942640886467546746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6942640886467546746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/backatyourdoor.html' title='backatyourdoor.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-7094737878020654078</id><published>2008-05-13T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:25:07.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>foreveryoung.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCmFcD_nXhI/AAAAAAAAABo/zUZV0FjJ1_8/s1600-h/Me+Ariko+Fadi+Dara+and+Vivi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCmFcD_nXhI/AAAAAAAAABo/zUZV0FjJ1_8/s400/Me+Ariko+Fadi+Dara+and+Vivi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199833961930907154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is before amiel's birthday party at Four Season's hotel. I forgot who took this picture, was it Tamma or Steph? mm...&lt;br /&gt;And that shirt of mine, har har, that was...erm...either VV's recommendation or Dara's. Hey, I had that shirt here in Syd! (randomness to the max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; Let's dance in style let's dance for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best but expecting the worst,&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us die on let us live forever,&lt;br /&gt;Don't have the power but we never say never,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the sandpit life is a short trip,&lt;br /&gt;Music's for the sad man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine when this race is run,&lt;br /&gt;Turning up our faces into the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Praising our leaders getting in tune,&lt;br /&gt;Music's played by the mad man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever young, I want to be forever young,&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Forever forever,&lt;br /&gt;Forever young, I want to be forever young,&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are like water Some are like the heat,&lt;br /&gt;Some are melodies Some are the beat,&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later they'll all be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they stay on?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to get without a cause,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to perish like a fading voice,&lt;br /&gt;Youth is like diamonds in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And diamonds are forever,&lt;br /&gt;So many adventures couldn't happened today,&lt;br /&gt;So many songs that we forgot to play,&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams swimming out in the blue,&lt;br /&gt;Let them come true&lt;br /&gt;Forever young I want to be forever young,&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever young, I want to be forever young,&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever young, I want to be forever young,&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever young, I want to be forever young&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Forever, forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3215336504521743086-7094737878020654078?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/7094737878020654078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=7094737878020654078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7094737878020654078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/7094737878020654078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/foreveryoung.html' title='foreveryoung.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCmFcD_nXhI/AAAAAAAAABo/zUZV0FjJ1_8/s72-c/Me+Ariko+Fadi+Dara+and+Vivi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-3238515725689009166</id><published>2008-05-13T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:30:35.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>famouslastwords.</title><content type='html'>I stayed late in Uni today, working on my pump project. Shit, i've got to re-design my piston. I thought it was perfect until i realized I made a silly mistakes on the size and measurement of it. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm a little disappointed to think that the 13th of May is tommorow - when its actually today. Its the Indonesian Night Market held in UNSW Beer Garden. Shoot I missed a heck chance of spending time with people and eating Indonesian foods! ARGH. Well lucky i got myself one pack of batagor and 5 sticks of sate padang. yumz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, at home. My internet's been a bitch for this few days, and really it bugs me like hell. I hate this fact. What bugs me even more, is the fact that it doesn't JUST bug me, but also my gf. She seems so annoyed with it...and really, you could tell. She went offline before we even talk much, which implies how annoyed she is with my internet (and perhaps me too, because I replied her sms 40 minutes after she sent hers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I had my evening prayer, and when I prayed for me and her, I don't know why I started crying for some reason (such a baby, I am. Sheesh). Maybe things accumulated  from days before...yeah I must admit I am  a  little more depressive for the past two weeks or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now I am making a phone call with my gf while i'm writing this. Mel's studying for her chem exam tommorow. I might go less talkative, coz she might not like it if I go and disrupt her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today's Wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope I get good mark on tests I did weeks before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope everyone's back in indo were fine and sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope me and her would be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope my internet doesn't rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-3238515725689009166?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/3238515725689009166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=3238515725689009166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3238515725689009166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/3238515725689009166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/famouslastwords.html' title='famouslastwords.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-8535443438787403266</id><published>2008-05-12T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:25:34.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yuleshootyoureyeout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCf34T_nXcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7xRNNmcCVAI/s1600-h/DSCN0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCf34T_nXcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7xRNNmcCVAI/s400/DSCN0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199396841634356674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Citos December 2006. this is when dennis and his orchestral group has this performance there. remembered coming there with nda, and tamma wasn't there because of his rebellious tummy and driver unavailability...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;These are your good years&lt;br /&gt;Don't take my advice&lt;br /&gt;You never wanted the nice boys anyway&lt;br /&gt;And I'm of good cheer&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've been checking my list&lt;br /&gt;The gifts you're receiving from me&lt;br /&gt;Will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One awkward silence&lt;br /&gt;And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Staying up, waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me&lt;br /&gt;Before you bury yourself alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;You're the last thing I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the tree&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, I could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Years, baby&lt;br /&gt;You owe me&lt;br /&gt;The best gift I will ever ask for&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me up, when the snow comes down&lt;br /&gt;Its the only thing I want this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One awkward silence&lt;br /&gt;And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Staying up, waiting by the phone&lt;br /&gt;And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me&lt;br /&gt;Before you bury yourself alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;You're the last thing I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the tree&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, I could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;You're the last thing I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, I could care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;You're the last thing I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, I could care less&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-8535443438787403266?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/8535443438787403266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=8535443438787403266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8535443438787403266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8535443438787403266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/yuleshootyoureyeout.html' title='yuleshootyoureyeout.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCf34T_nXcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7xRNNmcCVAI/s72-c/DSCN0657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-554047387923147088</id><published>2008-05-12T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T05:51:17.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paperwalls.</title><content type='html'>Got back home at one sydney time. Wew i'm back from the Indonesian Consulate General office to get this stamp on my passport so I don't need to pay that *frickin* 1M IDR fiscal tax. Har har my feet hurts on the way, shiat. Someone massage me or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dara Reza Kamarullah doesn't reply my sms, and Chan Pau wasn't online on skype *hey you said u wnna go online today...!* harr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am supposed to do on two assignments for tommorow, and I ended up on skype facebook and this blog. Sheesh. Really, I shouldn't be studying in front of my macbook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoot well...should be goin. And i have to wait for my gf to wake up...she wants me to call her, but she slept before I did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued writing this 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit my internet starts going shitry again. I was calling my gf in skype, and apparently she's studying Business Management for tommorow's exam. Damn this internet, my calls keep going into chaos...............&amp;amp;%^#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some causes for this unstable wireless signal would be microwave and phone calls. You know, those two things emits similr waves to wireless router - where the internet signal came from - and yeah the signals interfere...and *pop* goes my internet.&lt;br /&gt;Though those two were the most common reasons, that doesn't mean it's the only thing. I have encountered some case where no microwave nor cellphone calls downstair active, yet the internet still acts like SOB. But in all cases - guess what - happens when my hostfamily is downstair. Shit i have no idea what they did that makes my internet does thing like that (a.k.a not being helpful) . Such a peaceful time when they're not home...or at least...not downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so I'm waiting for my internet to go stable, and apparently I kept Mel waiting over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the time the internet got better...its already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, whatever the cause of my internet shitiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-554047387923147088?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/554047387923147088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=554047387923147088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/554047387923147088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/554047387923147088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/paperwalls.html' title='paperwalls.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-8368183898721996809</id><published>2008-05-10T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:42:24.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brighterthansunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I remembered it - crystal clear - of how we were before we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up all night, and slept four at dawn. I can recall the time we talked about that Digimon opening song, and I said before I sleep:&lt;br /&gt;"I really enjoyed this conversation with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Twenty four, you accidentally told me that you want me.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty five, we share our feelings and you tell me that you need me.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty six, you wanna make you mine.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty seven, suddenly you're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i did something big that i took those moments away from us. You've even came to a decision where you want to take a break. Ever since the 25th of March passed, friction and sparks were created often between us.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my feelings preserved for you, even after I went through the heat that flares for that one month - my feelings shaped the same as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped a tear, if not tears, quite some time recently. You seem to feel no hesitation to write things that kill me:&lt;br /&gt;You wish for someone else, we're going to end up soon, the feeling stops and you couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I still care about you, and that's all I can say.&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/3215336504521743086-8368183898721996809?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/8368183898721996809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=8368183898721996809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8368183898721996809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/8368183898721996809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/brighterthansunshine.html' title='brighterthansunshine.'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3215336504521743086.post-6148368228926812980</id><published>2008-05-10T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:08:12.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intro</title><content type='html'>started a new blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kania Ponto (a.k.a KP/Kanpo/Chan Pau) wants to read some more blog, she found me online, chat for a while and...there she goes: asking me to make this. har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while since I wrote my last blog in xanga (shit, that's ancient), and here I am two years later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, an opening blog, not much to say.....sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3215336504521743086-6148368228926812980?l=i2ny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/feeds/6148368228926812980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3215336504521743086&amp;postID=6148368228926812980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6148368228926812980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3215336504521743086/posts/default/6148368228926812980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i2ny.blogspot.com/2008/05/started-new-blog-today.html' title='intro'/><author><name>audi.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13342817914708388724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_R8CtPqKMx5g/SCaF5APZiII/AAAAAAAAAAU/gZsIZeLClko/S220/Photo+18.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
