tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87979103965530682852024-02-18T23:23:05.841-08:00winson for presidentshare of my mind and thoughtsW (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-47133172681011963362011-10-09T07:03:00.000-07:002011-10-09T07:17:46.139-07:00Apalah arti sebuah nama?Pernahkah anda sekalian bertanya kepada orang tua anda tentang arti nama anda? Saya pernah. Karena nama saya Winson, dulunya saya pikir kalau orang tua saya selalu menginginkan saya menjadi seorang pemenang. At least, itulah yang saya harapkan. Tetapi waktu saya bertanya kepada mereka, mereka bilang "kalau dikasih nama Wilson, kayaknya udah banyak ya, pasaran. makanya Winson ajah"<div><br /></div><div>SIMPEL BANGET!</div><div><br /></div><div>Saya langsung berpikir apalah arti sebuah nama, mungkin memang waktu mereka memilihkan nama buat kita, mereka tidak melihat nilai arti yang terkandung di dalamnya. Mungkin ada juga yang demikian, seperti yang memiliki nama Bagus atau Indah (walaupun kadang orang nya ga sebagus namanya :p). Ada juga yang punya nama Kuat, eh... pas ketemu kok loyo? Ada juga yang seperti Melly Goeslaw, yang memberikan nama anak nya "Anakku Lelaki Hoed". Nama yang penuh arti. Bahwa anak tersebut adalah anak nya dengan Mr. Hoed, dan bahwa anak nya itu lelaki. Walaupun tidak saya sarankan menamakan anak seperti itu. Kasian <i>geh!</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Mungkin nama diberikan kepada kita lebih karena memandang nilai estetika, atau keindahan sebuah nama. Saya pernah punya teman yang bernama sangat bagus seperti Leonardo, Christophorus, atau Euginia. Tapi yah seperti yang saya bilang. Nama mungkin mengandung harapan, tapi apalah arti sebuah nama kalau anaknya ga dididik dengan baik? Nanti nya cuma menuh-menuhin halaman koran kriminal dengan nama cantik donk?</div><div><br /></div><div>Nah, waktu itu saya ke warung kopi tempat babe saya biasa nongkrong. Di sana ngobrol-ngobrol lah saya dengan om-om atau bapak-bapak yang ada di sana. Seorang bapak bercerita kalau teman nya baru saja mempunyai seorang anak. Semua pun antusias mendengarkan cerita sang bapak itu. </div><div><br /></div><div>Dia bercerita bahwa orang tua nya sangat berharap untuk memiliki anak laki-laki. Mereka terus mencoba dan mencoba sampai anak ke 4 mereka adalah anak perempuan. Akhirnya mereka memutuskan, kalau yang terakhir ini sudah nggak laki-laki lagi, ya sudahlah, mungkin emang belum dikasih aja. Nah cerita nya nih, anak terakhir ini akhirnya keluarlah laki-laki. Sangking senangnya, sang bapak pun memutuskan menamakan anak nya ALDINO. Karena nama itu terdengar agak jarang, maka orang-orang di warung kopi pun bertanya-tanya. "kok nama nya aneh pak?" "jarang denger orang pake nama itu pak" dan sebagainya. Si bapak pun menjelaskan bahwa nama Aldino itu memiliki arti. Arti apa?</div><div><br /></div><div>ALhamdullilah DIa NOngol</div><div><br /></div><div>--</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-47684940637110337882011-10-09T06:57:00.000-07:002011-10-09T06:58:13.577-07:00best excuse of the week<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="text-align: justify; ">My brother is 15, his name is William. And he is attending a high school that I used to attend. In fact, not only me, but also my sister and my other brother went to this school. So the teachers pretty much know about him and us as a family. When he joined the school, questions were asked to me about William, "who does he resemble the most among us?"</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">My teacher once asked him the same question, and she even explained the resemblance. If he resembles my sister, then he would be a dedicated boy. My sister was the chief of the student organization during her time.</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">If he resembles me, he would be a creative boy, I don't know how she rated me as being "creative" but oh well..</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">If he resembles my other brother, then he would be a rule breaker, someone who will skip classes but overall a sweet boy.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">I think by now, the teachers will understand who does he resemble the most. And here is why:</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">On Thursday, he drove to school, but he found out that the road was blocked by a fallen tree. He couldn't find a way to go into school, so he decided to go home. He skipped school that day. Well my parents went bananas for that! I guess he wasn't that dedicated to go to school everyday.</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">The next day, he went to school, and during one class, a teacher asked him why he skipped the school the day before.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Teacher: I see that you did not attend the school yesterday</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">William: That is correct sir</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Teacher: So, what is your excuse for not attending the school? You do know that your parents need to call if you were unable to attend, or you will get in trouble</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">William: yes sir, but I was unable to attend yesterday because someone died unexpectedly</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">Teacher: Oh! I am so sorry to hear that. Who died?</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">William: Steve Jobs sir.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">-.-''</div></span>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-15363317985535804162011-09-04T18:02:00.000-07:002011-09-04T18:12:42.619-07:00#1 I'll prove them wrong5th of September, 2011<div>
<br /></div><div>8 am in the morning, I am about to start my job. Yes, I am in my hometown now, ready to go for work. </div><div>I spent the last 2 weeks for Raya Holiday catching up with my friends and families. They asked me the same thing: "what are you gonna do now that you've graduated?" </div><div>I had my answer. I answered. And yet I do not feel so happy about it. It seems that the people still think of me as a spoiled kid that will work in my dad's company coz I do not have the capability to work myself without my dad's hand. Even if I achieved something, they'll still think of it as my dad's achievement. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>See, the thing is, back in Australia, people think of me as an independent, brilliant, smart, or hardworking. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Here, people think of me as the son of someone who is rich that will help me throughout my life.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I don't like that.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I'll prove them wrong, AGAIN</div><div>
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<br /></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-55210022353308776792011-07-07T05:33:00.000-07:002011-07-07T05:35:27.965-07:00Where the hell is Indonesia?random guy: <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>where are u from?<br />me:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>indonesia<br />random: where is it?<br />me: do u know bali?<br />random: ow ya! it's fantastic! so indonesia is near bali?<br />me: bali is in indonesia<br />random: so u are from bali?<br />me: nope, im from lampung<br />random: is it in indonesia or in bali?<br />me: .......W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-30635497135998983502011-07-04T05:59:00.000-07:002011-07-04T06:28:15.224-07:00My mom thinks I'm gay!!If you're Asian, there's something that will happen to you when you hit 20's. Your parent will, especially your mom, will start asking you about your plan on 'when to get married'. Not only your mom, other moms in your Asian community will ask you the same thing wherever you meet them: at the mall, at the restaurant, at work, in the hospital while accompanying my brother, wherever. <br /><br />After an appropriate amount of time, my mom started to observe the way I reacted in handling those questions from the other moms. She came into a vocal conclusion, and I did not like what's coming nor I expected it: <br /><br />"son, are you gay?"<br /><br />(dramatic thunder playing on the background)<br /><br />"My god mom, what made you think that way??! no way no way no way!" I replied<br /><br />She actually made that conclusion based on her previous observation on gay people that she met. "well, the way I see it, it does make sense. I mean, I know you were a player in high school, but then you spent 5 years overseas. People change overseas you know. who knows what happened to you up there? Besides, you constantly picking out small things about girls like her hair, or her fashion; you are bitchin out about girls being so childish and annoying; you dressed up so neat and you are SOOOOO into your looks lately, I mean, face cream? come on!"<br /><br />"(think for a while, having an 'owwww' moment) wait! no! how could you say such things! I still enjoy naked girls you know!" I tried to clear things up.<br /><br />and then she sighed a little and said "alright, just come to me if you're 'confused', okay?"<br /><br /><br /><br />laugh now, you will have one of these moments later!W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-2894203474911010282011-06-26T04:48:00.000-07:002011-06-26T04:55:36.874-07:00what's new?My study life is officially over. Done! I'm just waiting for my convocation on the 30th of July.<br /><br />I got 3 business offers! Kinda excited to start this working life soon. I hope I won't be too hasty. <br /><br />I am still single, and awesoming this bachelor life of mine. <br /><br />And most importantly, I have the best things that I care so much in my life: Friends and Family. <br /><br />I'm back to blogging now.<br /><br /><br />Damn I love my life!W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-1277869538488178502010-12-07T07:14:00.000-08:002010-12-07T07:58:50.512-08:00I believe in reincarnation!So I'm back home now, as in my kampung! and I'm so glad that I'm back. Home is the best place I can be. But there's one thing that bothers me, always. I have a lot of issues with my mom. And the minute I came back, that's the time I started to feel the aura of a commander. Why? Here's why. I really think that my mom is a little bit... how to describe it accurately.... well.. authoritarian if you will. So in my house, I always here sentences like "wake up!", "clean the dishes", or "drink your juice". The thing is, I was gonna do it, but she acted like I won't do it. She also enrolled my brother into several private courses and 'forced' him to play the musical keyboard every night. and I know that my brother doesn't like it even though he is pretty good at it. So I started to realise that my mom can't go a minute without giving orders to someone. It's true! She will always find something to give someone work to do, and it's not because we are not gonna do it, it's just a habit. among all my siblings, I consider myself to be the most rebellious child in the family. So I always say things like "I'll do it if u ask me politely" or "ow mom, I'm about to do it but u make me not wanna". LOL yeah. I think she thinks I hate her. But I do not! Well.. maybe a little annoyed but not that extreme. So at one point I talked to my sister. <br />"you know what I just realised?" I said<br />"what is it?" she replied<br />"I think I believe in reincarnation now"<br />"Why so?" she asked in confusion<br />"I think our mom was Adlof Hitler in her previous life!" I answered firmly<br />"..... you're going to hell you know" she ended<br /><br />Well... I think I'm going there anywayW (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-35961945401105017752010-06-10T05:25:00.000-07:002010-06-10T08:21:55.065-07:00what happened in melbourne, stays in melbourneyeah im back from melbourne, just so u know, i went there to meet chandra, one of my best pal when i was in sunway. he came there for convocation. its been a long time that i didnt meet him and i gotta admit.. it felt really good meeting my old buddy, or pal or bro or whatever, so TOMMY PUTRA SURYAWAN LAIS, if u read this, come n we'll rock the city mate!.. anyway, i prefer to address chandra as MY WING MAN.. thats right.. he is indeed a good wing man.. i remember we went to clubbing only both of us in KL only to meet up with hotties.. lol..<br /> <br />so what we did in melbourne?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqHCmT9H8awsiJleGSKwxjxYEmTN_aeI0S5kXk7mH9lYbhqzeg8WPRfAz2HQ1l3G2IVpq7HEuM2R0gtge7MaQ9XNYoYAj5R98zJERWV6H6Gs6-_MyM4SPEOx198nBSR__6cG2JOLQrbcua/s1600/IMG_0673.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqHCmT9H8awsiJleGSKwxjxYEmTN_aeI0S5kXk7mH9lYbhqzeg8WPRfAz2HQ1l3G2IVpq7HEuM2R0gtge7MaQ9XNYoYAj5R98zJERWV6H6Gs6-_MyM4SPEOx198nBSR__6cG2JOLQrbcua/s320/IMG_0673.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481145072692681362" /></a><br /><br />i arrived in melbourne airport on june 4th 12.05 am midnight. hell yea it was so damn cold in there. its foggy during the week and i didnt see sun until the last day of my trip. so i arrived there, and my other bros, picked me up at the train station. and guess where our first destination was? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhke-dlgvAoXBJtDHz8N2S5o5i6U3AoaqZy9sSRF59F6DuHydMDYGakVY5mttpzNDZXe9d3YVeFIH1HVNBEH9jVK8KOXiNbMyyKCIX5VSmvOPCOctPrlKhiKUWbWTavdJJt2nfU09GFpLiB/s1600/IMG_0674.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhke-dlgvAoXBJtDHz8N2S5o5i6U3AoaqZy9sSRF59F6DuHydMDYGakVY5mttpzNDZXe9d3YVeFIH1HVNBEH9jVK8KOXiNbMyyKCIX5VSmvOPCOctPrlKhiKUWbWTavdJJt2nfU09GFpLiB/s320/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481145080658763314" /></a><br /><br /><br />yeah!! its mens gallery gentlemen's club.. for those of u who are not familiar with this term, just call it strip club. yeah, we went there and had couple of drinks, lots of chat, and some lap dances till 4am.. and we met some drunken ppl at the restaurant and some funny stories happened there as they offered us to go to watch them in a jazz performance the next day, but we rejected it, politely. <br /><br />the next day, we went to casino, where chandra played and lost! haha too bad man! anyway, around 9 pm we decided to go to another strip club.. lol basically thats what we did.. so we took train, but after we stopped in a station, i got stomach ache and we decided to look for nearest bar for toilet. so we went to a bar and borrow the toilet. after we re done and ready, there was a show in the bar. there's a show girl there!! so i said, "lets enjoy here first, it's free anyway" so we bought 2 coronas and CHEERS! for free dirty dancing. lol.. the funny thing is.. the bar is old, i couldnt even lock the door when i was in the toilet coz its so damn damaged. there are some game machine and some pool table. i was 1 year in melbourne but i never felt like i was in melbourne, in that bar, however, i felt like im really overseas. thats true, the bar may not be fancy, but its awesome. made u feel like u re overseas, only 10 ppl was there and we enjoyed the show. <br /><br />and we spent the night at my friends place and we had a lot to talk about.. omg how much i m gonna miss this moment. maybe because in god coast, i have too many girl friends. maybe because i rarely go out with guys here. or maybe because all the guys i met here are not yet a "wingman" type of guy. honestly, i enjoyed my life here, but i havent felt a really good guys night out here. i mean.. there are lots of bachelors places around gold coast but we never tried there. i guess bachelor friends here are not cool enough.. or maybe i havent found one? probably.. so far, i am hanging out with some pretentious guys who r only thinking on how to impress girls but hell they suck at that. <br /><br />anyway, right after chandra left, i spent some times with my old friends, and we went to this place.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXBWi53dQDGbYIvVgaDopnd9t0Opia91dgJKRV3NW2H-PpLT2tM-VBbXSJIUda0sXZrKPRoR1Gk3cTFoeZM5BoQat9itxoUed32hrfR9IuJbcfP9-6FGpXfzprg6zPzhxff50n-opvw0t/s1600/IMG_0683.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXBWi53dQDGbYIvVgaDopnd9t0Opia91dgJKRV3NW2H-PpLT2tM-VBbXSJIUda0sXZrKPRoR1Gk3cTFoeZM5BoQat9itxoUed32hrfR9IuJbcfP9-6FGpXfzprg6zPzhxff50n-opvw0t/s320/IMG_0683.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481145111415183314" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSouY_YD-oHJjeA5h-DEJRvvgfvMYFhWblw9ZnH5nivvCia_8GujVzl2wKlHDBqd6bBz6hulIBt3sYPwnb4p-PpqqFT1vZbmgxHdGjBzZ8mtvfBiAyvbZi1pRLJU1UCPVJygjEl8KQr_d/s1600/IMG_0682.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSouY_YD-oHJjeA5h-DEJRvvgfvMYFhWblw9ZnH5nivvCia_8GujVzl2wKlHDBqd6bBz6hulIBt3sYPwnb4p-PpqqFT1vZbmgxHdGjBzZ8mtvfBiAyvbZi1pRLJU1UCPVJygjEl8KQr_d/s320/IMG_0682.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481145103432581490" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYcFsNMxiwKuX_xgUzuTaj07fTWYDnhacTBkU0C4_5We7xBow6452l67CyjW4eXZebAYOJaBG4sVj0_PxwNMOkyZwAATFSStX6v9LBo618oQHTZ5uIawItWTbWtBE5LdKt-CJRuyfL5loY/s1600/IMG_0680.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYcFsNMxiwKuX_xgUzuTaj07fTWYDnhacTBkU0C4_5We7xBow6452l67CyjW4eXZebAYOJaBG4sVj0_PxwNMOkyZwAATFSStX6v9LBo618oQHTZ5uIawItWTbWtBE5LdKt-CJRuyfL5loY/s320/IMG_0680.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481145093651410034" /></a><br /><br />looks good isnt it? its a warehouse that was converted into a cafe and bar. it looks vintage and old but it kinda done the trick. it looks awesome, unique and people seem to like it. it was full house when i went there but we managed to get a seat. and the best thing is, they have lots kinds of vintage beer. from cider, pilsner, pale ale to bright ale. it was awesome! we tried all the beers with small glasses. it tasted really nice<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbCX9n64nd6PgydS3REAPSUMZuWGDFBUvhilr_TxuEZk-9CaAca0gV37HNBe7OyX3J2Lze17rGrgf5zYLVFjREURg_qZenkENfdok46hDivWfK-t-0DAs4fUC7dS2yBqXmNDSSiIDPLoc/s1600/IMG_0687.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbCX9n64nd6PgydS3REAPSUMZuWGDFBUvhilr_TxuEZk-9CaAca0gV37HNBe7OyX3J2Lze17rGrgf5zYLVFjREURg_qZenkENfdok46hDivWfK-t-0DAs4fUC7dS2yBqXmNDSSiIDPLoc/s320/IMG_0687.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481149598795067682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mE8ehgMDobmftq54QzB1wZx4RtOOWzt3cIOx75wy0c6aYHkhyphenhyphenwsDtL-XhEsB7PnpKO9zXBjz5wqlnfxzrXkoM55fdSS8tKbHVv2bzgSDO3GPtdLwupEmCqpJGoVi8FH7Lu235zNChpwX/s1600/IMG_0686.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mE8ehgMDobmftq54QzB1wZx4RtOOWzt3cIOx75wy0c6aYHkhyphenhyphenwsDtL-XhEsB7PnpKO9zXBjz5wqlnfxzrXkoM55fdSS8tKbHVv2bzgSDO3GPtdLwupEmCqpJGoVi8FH7Lu235zNChpwX/s320/IMG_0686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481149590473441026" /></a><br /><br />it was a nice experience, i might wanna go there again someday. ow, and i had churros too. its some kind of flour wafer stick with chocolate dipping sauce.. yummyyyy!!<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6sgLTmy1DhhsXju-8mkQACn8sEonLApR2b2RfD-doHUS_6m8z0EwbtSrN7woemwAu8L7KXm_oafcLHs47Y3Q2wDU3UszGj9PA-dfZeQOspDR8ZIaK7VKrhdOnHV-Fs2eQhJP6ebDukHq/s1600/IMG_0688.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6sgLTmy1DhhsXju-8mkQACn8sEonLApR2b2RfD-doHUS_6m8z0EwbtSrN7woemwAu8L7KXm_oafcLHs47Y3Q2wDU3UszGj9PA-dfZeQOspDR8ZIaK7VKrhdOnHV-Fs2eQhJP6ebDukHq/s320/IMG_0688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481149584113498130" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />haha anyway, melbourne at this time is so cold, i had to wear double jackets<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSxNxqlhxHPCpA7SH6690h5OtouZ1uVPU3PWr178Vddn2AVmRIgEodZq53JBvJPpOGkq0_8WKY4djeljiCfBwZ-YGNHkknOUTu1wsQZcWyZWwsese_f6eDlwmm2GDIbLMgYf4bTwE-y5a/s1600/IMG_0689.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSxNxqlhxHPCpA7SH6690h5OtouZ1uVPU3PWr178Vddn2AVmRIgEodZq53JBvJPpOGkq0_8WKY4djeljiCfBwZ-YGNHkknOUTu1wsQZcWyZWwsese_f6eDlwmm2GDIbLMgYf4bTwE-y5a/s320/IMG_0689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481149607613988178" /></a><br /><br />it was around 3-9 degrees so i might wanna go there during october or november, probably for someones' graduation. so, anyone in? i'll buy u a lap dance ;pW (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-23543714416210499432010-05-28T06:23:00.000-07:002010-05-28T07:03:04.751-07:00start a day with a cup of coffee, and think positively :)i hate it when people complained about how bad their life is. i know that human have the tendency to never feel satisfied. when they achieve something they want more. thats good, i called it DETERMINATION. but people who complained and say stuffs like "why my dad isnt a millionaire?" or "im not rich okay?" or "oh i hate that i have to go to uni today, i wish i have a car"<br />honestly, my dad is not that rich either. but he is a very determined guy and a very positive man. he taught me how to save money and how to get what i wanted with my own hard work, and how to start a day with a positive mind. why do u complain when ur house is so damn big and ur dad is doing international business?<br />if u measure everything with money, trust me, u'll never get what u expect. money is not priority, happiness in life is. its about how u live it the way u are capable of. its about being positive. trust me.. when u think negatively about something, u'll become paranoid and its gonna happen the way u expected it to happen. <br />here is something that inspired me:<br />when i was in melbourne, i used to take train from melbourne central (city) to berwick (my campus).. it took the train about 55 mins to reach my campus.. in winter, its really hard for me to wake up and get ready to go to uni. i felt cold, lazy and always thought negatively like "ow crap, im gonna miss the train anyway" but i forced myself to go anyway. so i walked from my apartment to melbourne central, it takes about 7 mins to walk there. when i reached melbourne central, i always saw this homeless guy.. selling out magazines to the people.. he always smiled. he is about.. 50-60 years old or something. it was so freakin cold, probably 7-11 degree celcius. he greeted everyone and wished a great day to everyone that passed by the street while promoting the magazines. "hey buddy how r u doing today?" "hello ladies, have a great day" "hi sir, how are ya?" "hello mate, gday!" <br />i couldnt resist but buying the magazine. it cost me 5 dollars (i think, i kinda forgot) but i felt like i started a day with a good deeds. and i asked him "sorry mate, but.. why r u so happy? is something good happened to u?"<br />he answered me "i am always happy, there's nothing good happened but thats not a reason to become unhappy knowing that with this kind of feeling, something ggod will happen. u know kiddo (hell yea he called me kiddo), some people are just ungrateful for what they have. i just need a cup of coffee per day to be happy" <br />i was shell shocked, ashamed of myself of complaining about what i have when some that unlucky, can be that happy. i saw him almost everyday and i always say hi and he always smiled back at me.. EVERYDAY! that homeless guy made my day, and im trying to stay positive everyday.<br /><br />so folks, drink coffee, think positively ;)<br /><br /><br />did u know: Coffee actually contains important anti-oxidants, which is the way most Americans get there daily fix. Coffee can be beneficial at about 1-2 cups per day.W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-57098927529121549322010-05-27T00:21:00.000-07:002010-05-27T00:30:00.049-07:00i think i'm in love with u<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">me in emo mode? no way bay.. i know i have been missing someone right now and i sent her this song by mocca, an indonesian band who is known more as a cafe band: i think i'm in love with u.. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">it's a quite nice song.. easy listening kinda song.. well here is a fact that made me shocked.. one of my korean friends said that mocca is quite famous in korea and their songs are being played a lot in korean cafes.. wow im proud of them now..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">i think i'm in love with u </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">by mocca</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">if you got an eerie feeling after hanging up the phone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">sort of happy feeling but you're not sure what it's called</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">if you're haunted by his face whenever you're asleep at night</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and think you hear his silly voice just calling out your name</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">oh, no! I think i'm in love with you..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">on, no! i'm hoping you'll want me too</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">so, please..don;t let me down!</span></div><span class="nosteal" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size:1px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">http://www.free-lyrics.org</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">just can't help but talk about him in every conversation</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">till your friends are sick and tired of that same old crap</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">if you start wearing make up even when you go to bed</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">and crying like a baby when you hear a mellow song</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBtC7eoQk2g&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBtC7eoQk2g&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div><div><br /></div>enjoy ;)W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-31224757063023418522010-05-16T03:53:00.000-07:002010-05-16T03:57:23.403-07:00people come n go<div style="text-align: justify;">well im not used to it.. definitely i experienced farewel before.. my friends, my family or my loved ones.. it's not pretty but i know i will meet them again one day which makes me ok.. but its not the case with the one i m feeling now.. i might not see her anymore.. should i just let go? i dont know.. one ever told me that people come n go, u just have to get used to it.. thats true.. u feel painful deep down in your heart but u just have to accept that its only your ego wanting them to stay for u.. people have their own life...which is why im trying to let go.. but i never realized that letting go knowing that u'll never meet again is the most painful thing u will ever experienced in social life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">whatever, i will survive</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-49739577395171313952010-04-11T10:44:00.000-07:002010-04-12T10:46:41.998-07:00the hangover<div style="text-align: justify; ">my blog was quite dead.. i went back to indonesia and the internet wasnt that good.. when i got back to melbourne, i went for a road trip and finally, i moved to gold coast. just some story that i sum up short.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">anyway, i am in gold coast now, doing my masters of business specialising in event management and tourism and hospitality management. long enough ey?</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">and last week was my easter break (happy easter!!) and we, me n my housemate, held quite a party in my apartment. ow btw, this is how my new room look like:</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-_NTlLXcrryRexxfPcNkzmbZ4nWNcbOtu4YrNOMwCvzrDEfpkH06uFse3EOZfdoCGNHu3U4GXXKqlibwMbA40iJoKh7wgxtQ1PICQFd0EqnsukdtdB7wdtpV9zTzAQ6L5b4BPrCOiBJZ/s1600/IMG_0612%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-_NTlLXcrryRexxfPcNkzmbZ4nWNcbOtu4YrNOMwCvzrDEfpkH06uFse3EOZfdoCGNHu3U4GXXKqlibwMbA40iJoKh7wgxtQ1PICQFd0EqnsukdtdB7wdtpV9zTzAQ6L5b4BPrCOiBJZ/s320/IMG_0612%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459295045595306914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">the closet</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97qcwVMJ7PZaPkVUK_657dPuQ4mzM7dyF65jXWf6kqCyy11Im3C7eUFZPH04zV4whumLz-LJvCp-QWo13rB9reVkvXGLmR8kNyT28kSKVezIE81cAdblNPex6xJKMXiAtQPjaVKFtUUKG/s1600/IMG_0607%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97qcwVMJ7PZaPkVUK_657dPuQ4mzM7dyF65jXWf6kqCyy11Im3C7eUFZPH04zV4whumLz-LJvCp-QWo13rB9reVkvXGLmR8kNyT28kSKVezIE81cAdblNPex6xJKMXiAtQPjaVKFtUUKG/s320/IMG_0607%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459295042637668930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">front door</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWZPSnNhdET37IOzm7zJVRfVpAyQ1JLJefvog-mYiOF9toemxTZE1byQQvMBBEJQngaqSeqQF-jNX2DJ2iF56P6MAhtV2JOh0a-m3YswwF5PNRme5wMrcuMU3pa485Xwi-ska5aXlzKu7/s1600/IMG_0611%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWZPSnNhdET37IOzm7zJVRfVpAyQ1JLJefvog-mYiOF9toemxTZE1byQQvMBBEJQngaqSeqQF-jNX2DJ2iF56P6MAhtV2JOh0a-m3YswwF5PNRme5wMrcuMU3pa485Xwi-ska5aXlzKu7/s320/IMG_0611%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459295028801316162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">my bathroom, shower n spa in it!!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHkfHfja_jWptKXTZBY3JCRY3nAVX6qnP9Ok1WZm4ITG_zayQCjXXL-O7AW9-dA3GCh3936VS-VkFma6dgyV4KG7mjv9HkWaQ-Eb6eR97XbHBgnVNrYYl4CUi5MqhVgfvw55Y9ZNjjn1a/s1600/IMG_0610%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHkfHfja_jWptKXTZBY3JCRY3nAVX6qnP9Ok1WZm4ITG_zayQCjXXL-O7AW9-dA3GCh3936VS-VkFma6dgyV4KG7mjv9HkWaQ-Eb6eR97XbHBgnVNrYYl4CUi5MqhVgfvw55Y9ZNjjn1a/s320/IMG_0610%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459294443607428898" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">here's the spa</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mO6lryoUAEyUW7NcmldvpnUrlV4C33zNAufYShXPY4EsAHaZClTP6sRKRO5_bBgJbi5zNWAen5fUnzjKwlG4M_RTrwYFU29FmPAYT4PmvNrZM95vhfSgEuPMDjgqydTswWYKqoWCWxXV/s1600/IMG_0609%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_mO6lryoUAEyUW7NcmldvpnUrlV4C33zNAufYShXPY4EsAHaZClTP6sRKRO5_bBgJbi5zNWAen5fUnzjKwlG4M_RTrwYFU29FmPAYT4PmvNrZM95vhfSgEuPMDjgqydTswWYKqoWCWxXV/s320/IMG_0609%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459294427143948162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">living room</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeDC2JR0cu3GwWlQ81SHOwUifxoSI4Aw5jYinH3twoH1yKin8uohBBZlYz7ni-wB3rQtKPu7AGLVeB9jch8pS2mKKXcWjMgIWaBt2VyQ4Y6MY24bpeQwNCjldjx9ylGphqcTKdSaNImvzo/s1600/IMG_0608%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeDC2JR0cu3GwWlQ81SHOwUifxoSI4Aw5jYinH3twoH1yKin8uohBBZlYz7ni-wB3rQtKPu7AGLVeB9jch8pS2mKKXcWjMgIWaBt2VyQ4Y6MY24bpeQwNCjldjx9ylGphqcTKdSaNImvzo/s320/IMG_0608%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459294414789168546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">the kitchen</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgB1eW8wYLd314gwdL9sT7z1fuLR7aRGi8vRZQYP5bnY37buIrkuolSBmgtpR6S5Pu8i-Wtabp25A7Gc004QP6MHEClzbXpcCCrWpqlX3ErpZKc82OnW2C4F1WcWBCMer37BcZ55ihit0/s1600/IMG_0660%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUgB1eW8wYLd314gwdL9sT7z1fuLR7aRGi8vRZQYP5bnY37buIrkuolSBmgtpR6S5Pu8i-Wtabp25A7Gc004QP6MHEClzbXpcCCrWpqlX3ErpZKc82OnW2C4F1WcWBCMer37BcZ55ihit0/s320/IMG_0660%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459294402463718338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">my closet</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDxRcGykRI1el3RfKyfOdFuPxY0zSQNu946BjsztHvbipnv44IDW4w3tVONAPWiVQTJvZ1UL4uz6uhWQjZ0PetDUw8-gxrlU-gH7Rm59aH27X8lUgT2Jk80S203N5pBkZQrBJWHGA1Wkn/s1600/IMG_0661%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDxRcGykRI1el3RfKyfOdFuPxY0zSQNu946BjsztHvbipnv44IDW4w3tVONAPWiVQTJvZ1UL4uz6uhWQjZ0PetDUw8-gxrlU-gH7Rm59aH27X8lUgT2Jk80S203N5pBkZQrBJWHGA1Wkn/s320/IMG_0661%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459294394875556546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; ">my closet</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">pretty good huh? i know!! the best things here are the private spa and the closet. but u know what? it happens to be no door in the bath room.. so... u know, it's kinda weird but whatevss..</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">so last easter break, we invited 20 of my friends to have bbq by the poolside, and have some drinks. ow, n they threw me to the pool btw.. showing some of their love? maybe.</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">we had lots of sausages, burgers, kebabs, skewers and all that for food. for beverages, and here's the biggie, 100 bottles of beer, cans of cokes, 4L of wine, and some bottles of spirit (vodka, tequila, rum)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ91G2ir7VQ_0AsS1NisycwAXwAbb2uc3YGWj3HfejRiArbebKEb3Nd9ooUebWj0bERR5jvqLuSg6vKQryxrvy-y0UyV231DFwydR6E5cI0yeO5ZDwXEI4MkiIQQ-xPMr6-wAoJbUZtZVF/s1600/IMG_0648%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ91G2ir7VQ_0AsS1NisycwAXwAbb2uc3YGWj3HfejRiArbebKEb3Nd9ooUebWj0bERR5jvqLuSg6vKQryxrvy-y0UyV231DFwydR6E5cI0yeO5ZDwXEI4MkiIQQ-xPMr6-wAoJbUZtZVF/s320/IMG_0648%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459305128198973218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">drinking games.. n ice cream!!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLJREXZNo57KtrtzzFRZDxsWaFzIvtS6isROMWv2IDWX8CRu_wCfVdf0IsnqDpc3c7DcF7diqAqfEDDoFx15h4h-LUk3r8qzFnBYjdthLgG1YR3viRsZYAS9KxnCRpReRHZhtSSND6HFQV/s1600/IMG_0646%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLJREXZNo57KtrtzzFRZDxsWaFzIvtS6isROMWv2IDWX8CRu_wCfVdf0IsnqDpc3c7DcF7diqAqfEDDoFx15h4h-LUk3r8qzFnBYjdthLgG1YR3viRsZYAS9KxnCRpReRHZhtSSND6HFQV/s320/IMG_0646%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459305117866071794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">some folks at the party</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RZpgKudHF5SitNgiRpc3XhLLsVVhpQjrftXFOBdYNYEqdKMFi2LdUPZ0OB9mipO11-8GxUcW4CxJuoFq3iJmqbXIIkLhkJU9oTMS9NMWXIejZ1fnfmfI6vb1JR9zr6MQ0wR9yUXrKjWq/s1600/IMG_0642%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RZpgKudHF5SitNgiRpc3XhLLsVVhpQjrftXFOBdYNYEqdKMFi2LdUPZ0OB9mipO11-8GxUcW4CxJuoFq3iJmqbXIIkLhkJU9oTMS9NMWXIejZ1fnfmfI6vb1JR9zr6MQ0wR9yUXrKjWq/s320/IMG_0642%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459305110159878562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">chef of the day</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwS6RNdubGObMn7HmM37BezZ0TqwioEjA-rBxpT9BiRqv2oYAAK0FMBkRF6bPHAp2FgkbbBN3EOJyC6yuKDpbV6YRo_aMkemfluK-Vs7F1p7cLP1cPgHnXmrVnwe8nZP2pKtGADtU9C6J/s1600/IMG_0639%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwS6RNdubGObMn7HmM37BezZ0TqwioEjA-rBxpT9BiRqv2oYAAK0FMBkRF6bPHAp2FgkbbBN3EOJyC6yuKDpbV6YRo_aMkemfluK-Vs7F1p7cLP1cPgHnXmrVnwe8nZP2pKtGADtU9C6J/s320/IMG_0639%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459305095308821554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">joker of the day</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelQTDutyyzPB4PjSl37fkiSJ4A_NjLxD7VAQLeyd9b_8P9io5nNc05e2ODbSCfI9y-_yo8Xyaue3gA4EnI5G_yT8LOQ4wzKtSZbbNccyFzS2b2ZGV8-_GCdFuIxVzUD3dcrV3oWx2Rupp/s1600/IMG_0637%5B1%5D.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelQTDutyyzPB4PjSl37fkiSJ4A_NjLxD7VAQLeyd9b_8P9io5nNc05e2ODbSCfI9y-_yo8Xyaue3gA4EnI5G_yT8LOQ4wzKtSZbbNccyFzS2b2ZGV8-_GCdFuIxVzUD3dcrV3oWx2Rupp/s320/IMG_0637%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459305086991166770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">that's the beer!</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; ">so we had drinking games until like...2.30 am? and i was still awake till then. but this german guy, kiki said to me "yo dude, they re all wasted and this party is almost over, lets play 1 on 1 black jack with me" anddddd.. as a friendly host (and a dumbass loser), i accepted the challenge, everytime someone loses, they hv to drink 1 shot. that's right! that little shooter glass laughed at me and said "looser!"</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">i lost many times in a row, untill we finished all the spirits, i only had some baileys, galliano, kahlua, and grand marnier.. so we used those liqueurs for drinking games and we finished it!! great? no way. the next thing i know, i woke up in my room... NAKED.. thats right, naked!!</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">i woke up, my head felt so dizzy, and i saw a lot of stains from vomit in my room. my room was stink like shit. literally!</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">my friend called me and i asked "hey man, did u vomit in my room?" as i dressed myself up with a towel. he replied with laugh "it was u who vomit.. and btw, that was quite a show last night"</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">i was like "WHAT?? WHAT SHOW??" i went out of my room, checked all of the cameras to see what happened last night before i passed out. they said "nahh.. there's nothing in there.. u called a girl and said some shit in indonesian" "WHAT??"</div><div style="text-align: justify; ">so i checked my phone, and yeahh i called a korean girl and apparently i talked to her in indonesian. i didnt know what i said but.. let's just leave it there.. anyway here's what it looked like the morning after:</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLETkemZRu3XQ6UU_NeggT7Dp6UiPAgznOFzlMG4S7YYkhoMUBgKNWZDiDzW9ccGkgcHA3JRP6DJCKisYQ0CerPEH6vNGevdKo8kEFFHzLtA0Q9lGlQy3g0CvvxLnxJ9GogfpDgUgfcZT/s1600/IMG_0655%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLETkemZRu3XQ6UU_NeggT7Dp6UiPAgznOFzlMG4S7YYkhoMUBgKNWZDiDzW9ccGkgcHA3JRP6DJCKisYQ0CerPEH6vNGevdKo8kEFFHzLtA0Q9lGlQy3g0CvvxLnxJ9GogfpDgUgfcZT/s320/IMG_0655%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459307418347066674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">here are all the drinks we finished</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI88MnxPLnjjI96L_n9rkkwR6VeZWLrsS_0K-26RdAx1QJ9t4pi8nHwsbKsvvMPtItYwfk9bT3CuVOiQvplUzlRT2a_GVJrxoDK1fkNZMEKgXxYEojgBAdzEzJbtmHWFBjpWR7jSr2MTxT/s1600/IMG_0654%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI88MnxPLnjjI96L_n9rkkwR6VeZWLrsS_0K-26RdAx1QJ9t4pi8nHwsbKsvvMPtItYwfk9bT3CuVOiQvplUzlRT2a_GVJrxoDK1fkNZMEKgXxYEojgBAdzEzJbtmHWFBjpWR7jSr2MTxT/s320/IMG_0654%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459307414432570962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">what the hell happened to my kitchen?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiQdh_6R2CMROrM_j-xGVgx_chu-IncLG0rakRmi3moyeJVAv48Qki5v_6NRFT2kcPyUukua1SO-IGrS6ZmQHnyC3lFOj2DgH8KFrkPA_hWtkmUkjBR5IemkM3B2inLZ1rnpiX3SDTZFij/s1600/IMG_0653%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiQdh_6R2CMROrM_j-xGVgx_chu-IncLG0rakRmi3moyeJVAv48Qki5v_6NRFT2kcPyUukua1SO-IGrS6ZmQHnyC3lFOj2DgH8KFrkPA_hWtkmUkjBR5IemkM3B2inLZ1rnpiX3SDTZFij/s320/IMG_0653%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459307403837629218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">it's all messy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8YPFmcMfO-lBELmxjA5LIaRf6nAydnHaZR_jDb91-2FmJ7rSEZWW06d5vOw2dB_jVjJ7LNlZST43yDYD74ECd2iL0gkhlmiUQwMVvX5_GVPXApVOAwtynOAR5CGywmqyRMrb5QbnVCYa/s1600/IMG_0651%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8YPFmcMfO-lBELmxjA5LIaRf6nAydnHaZR_jDb91-2FmJ7rSEZWW06d5vOw2dB_jVjJ7LNlZST43yDYD74ECd2iL0gkhlmiUQwMVvX5_GVPXApVOAwtynOAR5CGywmqyRMrb5QbnVCYa/s320/IMG_0651%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459307399403224690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">that's the mess</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB8zay2UpYCWm5kc68eNZ8p_mN07SNNMDSQbdqQH7S39LYw3BW34yi55XYRsIntV2mEmG2HW7LoE3nSfcpeov-zmHx7ss_QFwZlDP8nn5QB2dlK96D5t2XyoJZMeNHRacLslqi9n95vFeL/s1600/IMG_0650%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB8zay2UpYCWm5kc68eNZ8p_mN07SNNMDSQbdqQH7S39LYw3BW34yi55XYRsIntV2mEmG2HW7LoE3nSfcpeov-zmHx7ss_QFwZlDP8nn5QB2dlK96D5t2XyoJZMeNHRacLslqi9n95vFeL/s320/IMG_0650%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459307383199042786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">guess where did i vomit?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">from that time, they called me "angel" because i fell from the sky, with only towel around my waist.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">cool huh? that was like.. the first and should be the worst hangover in my life..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">believe me kids, don't drink and...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">just don't drink too much, it's not gonna be good for your health</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">or your house the next morning</div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-18155041889508761112010-01-06T06:59:00.000-08:002010-01-06T07:05:24.298-08:00new year resolution<div style="text-align: justify;">happy new year!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">lame... i know, it's too late yea? </div><div style="text-align: justify;">but i have been busy recently with some parties arrangement, moving out stuffs, graduation, and many more. so a quick update will be.. the new year resolution!! some review about last year: i graduated from monash, i got my bartending certificate, i got better shape now thanks to "summer body project", and.. i still have no girlfriend. wow.. i havent been dating for a year.. thats kinda good.... </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">well anyway.... how about this year?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">let's see.. i am trying to get scholarship for my master, i am going to work and have my own money, and i am trying hard to be independent. thanks to a girl that i met recently, a true inspiration. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so what about u? </div><div style="text-align: justify;">whats ur new year resolution?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-82152487495720289902009-12-06T23:59:00.000-08:002009-12-07T00:19:05.507-08:00yay me!<div style="text-align: justify;">you know, it is very intimidating when u re waiting for your results through sms results. yes! monash has this services called sms result where u can get the result by your phone. a week before my result been released, i found it really difficult to sleep. probably becoz i ve told everyone that im going to graduate this december and i dont wanna lose face. or probably becoz i hate to repeat another unit in monash anymore. anyhow, that week was really miserable for me. i slept and had a dream about getting my results almost every night, and woke up in the middle of my dream just when i was about to open check my mobile. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">it got worse the day it will be released, i slept and i had a dream that i passed all my exam, but i woke up feeling annoyed just to realize that it was a dream. and that happened every 2 hours. how stressful i was? <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">THIS</span></b> stressful. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">right before it was released, i went for dinner to a japanese restaurant, and u see.. i have 2 mobiles, and i thought that my samsung is the mobile that i registered to monash for sms result, and i was playing with my iphone until i received a message: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>my.monash portal sms results: mgw2200 D 70, mkw2460 D 70, mkw2600 C 61, mkw3444 D 70.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">i didnt expect any sms, so when it came out to the screen, i scream loudly : "yay!!! im graduating yeahhh yeah yeah!!!" and punch the air</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">and everyone stared at me. i was like "ah sorry, sorry"..................... but then "i dont care yeah!!!!!" then my friend congratulated me, and we went to a bar and i opened a bottle of champagne, real good, real expensive, but its kinda nice to have people that u can celebrate with. wish u guys in malaysia is here. but yay me! im going to graduate this december! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-18683688298167250272009-11-19T05:52:00.000-08:002009-11-19T06:59:02.430-08:00casual or strings attached? (reply to tomz blog)so here's a topic set by my very best friend tommy in his blog. and he said:<div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; ">In terms of relationship, and by this i mean a guy being close to a girl or vice versa, in more than friendly manner.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><i><div style="text-align: center;">When your relationship comes to a certain point which i think you know where, do you prefer to have it casual? To consider it as something fun to experience, somehow gray, and unlabeled so to say.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>OR do you prefer to have it named? (boyfriend, girlfriend, soulmate, love, you name it)</i>.</span></div></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;">in that case i have to say that this is a case that always happened to me almost all the time. when I am close to someone with or without intention to be with someone, i always want to define the relationship for future's sake. i will say it again. <b>I WILL ALWAYS WANT TO DEFINE MY RELATIONSHIP</b>. i dont want it to be casual. maybe i would, but there's a point in a relationship where u cant be a casual. u gotta do it anyway so why dont u do it from the start? </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;">and here's my reason:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;">when i went out with one of my exes (is that the plural form?), and there's a time when u want to know what kind of relationship that we were having, i asked "what are we now?" and she said "i just want it to be natural, casual, is status really matters to u?" well at that point u say "it's not that.. it's just.. bla bla bla" and u gave her some reasons, but in my head i was thinking.."hell yea it matters!! where's my limit if i dont know my status?" i mean.. if you are casual, can u hold her hand? can u give her a hug? can u kiss her? it's not that it matters to kiss you or sleep with you, what matters is that we know our limit when we want to express our feeling. is a kiss alrite? is a hug too much? and thats one. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;">number two is that it gives u an idea on how to react at some events. here's what happened to me before. so we were kinda casual, and she decided to go out with some other guy, a friend that she hasn't met for a long time. how would you react? is that ok if u feel jealous? well she's not yours for u to be jealous. but u feel jealous? what do u do? nothing u can do. u dont have the right to be jealous, but u are just a human being that can feel jealousy. its like a mental torture when this happens, believe me, u wont like it. now when the same thing happens to u, when a girl asked u on a date, what do u do? will u ask for permission? but she's not ur girlfriend why should u be worried? but u feel guilty and uncomfortable going out with someone else. so u decided to tell her and she said u cant go out with her? how would u react? but i guess it depends on how would u want to react at the first place. if u like it this way, then u re a lucky bastard. but if either side feel this way, then this is for u. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;">and here's the final reason. u want to define ur relationship because u want to be sure on where is this relationship going to. well.. there's this relationship that i had before, and when i asked her what we were, she said this "we will see.. if we are destined together, then no one will be able to break it". what did i say? "ok" and that was the worst answer i had ever given to anyone. i mean helloooooo?? are u dumb or just plain stupid? sorry if im not a believer. sorry if im not a biggest fan of cinderella story. and sorry if im being realistic. but hell, i dont believe in destiny. i believe that we are what we decided yesterday. there's no such thing as destiny in love. i believe that 2 people falling in love and try to work out for their relationship. if u cant give me assurance of where this relationship is going to then u dont want what i want. and thats the end of the story for me. u can say "but i love her". well theres million of men and women out there looking for exactly u and u want to try to do and work it out even though u dont know where is it going to? its ur call buddy, as i said, u are what u decided yesterday. but does he or she really worth trying? if yes then u re a lucky person and u should go for it. but keep my advices in mind. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;">and that concludes it, what do u think?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;">comment, follow, rate, define ur relationship</span></span></div></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-88735480596922802092009-11-02T05:58:00.000-08:002009-11-02T06:01:54.933-08:00ching vs vincent (LOL)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; ">i was really bored during my study for my exam and i saw my email that Ching tagged me in a note on facebook. hmmm.. what else it might be? guess what.. while i am studying here ALONE, they have friends that they can share some stress (and mess).. but it pretty much cheer me up during this time. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; ">here's some stuff that they do in Malaysia during their exam studying time:</span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; ">Ching vs Vincent<br /><br />Ching (ide sipit):<br />Chinese tea 50 cent<br />Hati-hati digaruk vincent<br /><br />Vincent:<br />Buah delima manis rasanya<br />dimana berada kalian pada<br /><br />Ching:<br />Mandi pagi pakai kunyit<br />kita lagi di sunway pyramid<br /><br />Jual sonyericson buat creambath<br />si vincent bulunya lebat<br /><br />Vincent:<br />Kembang asia angsa berbelah<br />kisahnya hanya sampai seberang<br />memang wieching bangsa bedebah<br />bisanya hanya menghina orang<br /><br />Tong kosong nyaring bunyinya<br />perut kosong kemana larinya?<br /><br />Ching:<br />Ibu kangen sama si reza<br />kita pengen makan di BBQ Plaza<br /><br />Jalan berputar di sana sini<br />Jangan komentar cepetan ke sini<br /><br />Vincent:<br />Mau masak mi keburu telat<br />tunggulah kami ini sudah dekat<br /><br /><br />Ching vs Olyph<br /><br />Ching (ide sipit):<br />Beli apel dikasih pepaya<br />Olyph gatel sapa yg punya<br /><br />Olyph:<br />Ada tamu di ruang makan<br />Kenapa kamu kurang kerjaan?<br /><br />Ching (ide sipit):<br />Ibu tani menanam lagi<br />Ada apa ni bangun pagi pagi?<br /><br />Olyph:<br />Makan kue sambil berjalan<br />Bukan gue yg berpantun duluan<br /><br />Ching & Sipit:<br />Pukul petani pake kayu<br />Cape ni udahan yu<br /><br />Olyph:<br />Bawa galah untuk menyerbu<br />Kamu kalah sama aku<br /><br /><br />Bawa cucian di rumah desi<br />Cukup sekian dan terima kasih </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">doc: Ching's note</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-23228835389144225802009-09-27T09:32:00.000-07:002009-09-27T13:40:01.822-07:00a mini guide to choose university<div style="text-align: justify;">p.s: this is only my opinion based on the experience that i had, the rest of the decision is up to you, i m only trying to help you to make your decision. a lot of ppl asked me why i want to make this, it is mainly because <b>i dont want you to make the same mistakes that i did</b>. to be honest, joining monash is something that i regret and i'll tell you why later.<b> i know its a long and probably a boring post, but it is very important for u guys to read it, so just spend some times to read it and i think its worth it rather than u spend 4 years in a miserable uni life</b>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">so a lot of my juniors from high school and some are just my friends asked me about how do we choose a good university or college or post graduate overseas - probably weeks ago. it's not that i i dun wanna help you, i was busy with my assignment back then, so i hope this will help you guys to figure yourselves out. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">here are some factors to help you to choose a university, with some few examples from my experience:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">1. know what you want</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">today, there are a lot of major and wide areas of study that you can choose, almost are all available. from mechanical engineering (if you like to modify and create a new design of car), fashion design, and even service industry entrepreneurship. it is best if you can be specific about the major that you want to take. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">for example: instead of <i>marketing</i>, try <i>entertainment marketing</i>. instead of <i>tourism</i>, try t<i>ourism entrepreneurship.</i> instead of <i>engineering</i>, try <i>mechanical engineering</i>. tell your education agency about your specific wants. search it yourself on the internet to double check!! </div><div style="text-align: justify;">this is something that i regretted a lot because i never know that entertainment marketing is a major, instead i only said business and they got me monash. so dont make the same mistake!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">sometimes people think on how do i know what i want to study. well.. it is easy for me, what do you like to do the most? what is your talent according to you? if you think you are good at speaking, u might want to consider something in communication area. if you think you re good at writing, u might want to try journalism. if you think you re a hardcore gamer, you can try gaming design. as i said, there are a lot of major to choose. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">2. know where u wanna go</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">one of your major decisions that u have to make. think about the geographical area that you are about to go, and how different the culture might impact you and your lifestyle. here's some examples: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>case 1.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i></i> i chose malaysia because i always thought malaysia offer me with a lot of benefits, <b>there's not much cultural difference</b>, but it is far more open to foreign culture than indonesia. it is also really good coz i met a lot of great<b> friends </b>there and i really miss it there. another stuff is that malaysia <b>is not</b> <b>really expensive</b> compared to singapore, US and australia - 3 of the most countries chosen by my friends to study. the <b>food</b> are most likely the same with indonesian food and its vary more. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>case 2</i>.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">i moved to melbourne because i want to see how does it feel to study in australia, and i never regretted it. i met a lot of smart people who always <b>aim high and inspire</b> me to do the same, i can show you how my grades are different in malaysia and in melbourne. other things are that in melbourne, i find that the <b>culture is a lot different</b> and i really like open culture because i am skeptical and free thinker. and lastly, the<b> standard of marking</b> is totally different. in malaysia, definition is very important, while in australia, examples and application will guarantee high marks. in melbourne, u'll feel that it is very indonesian. there are a lot of indonesian students and there are a lot of indonesian food so u wont miss home a lot, BUT its not the same if you go to brisbane or perth</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>case 3</i>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">some of my friends are studying in singapore and i will not recommend you to go there if you re the type of person who cant stand <b>competition</b>. besides, its not my fav country in terms of culture. but i do believe that singapore is a <b>g</b><b>ood place to study</b> just that sometimes stress can be very tough to handle. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">now from 3 cases above, i hope u can think of the country that u want to go.. anywhere is possible, my advise: try to go to the country that has less indonesian to practice better on how to start a living.. it is really cool. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">3. desired major or big names?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">here's some mistakes that a lot of people always make. we always choose big names over desired major. and frankly i always think thats wrong. i hate it when people said "i heard monash is good" or "i never heard of QUT before" or stuff. and i do feel the pressure that sometimes parents (or friends of parents) want their children to get a good degree. but here's what i think, i think what matters most is that u can get the degree that you want rather than unwanted degree under big names. hell with big names. hell with what people think of a university. if you can get what you want, why not? you choose what you want. not them!! and u deserve something special! and here's my case with monash. people think monash is good and some people think that everythin in monash is good. for example, i know that monash is good with engineering, but i dunno about art. so dont just choose monash because of their big names! try other uni! and in my opinion, i do think sometimes big name is not equals to good teaching program. big names equals to high standard of marking. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">example: i have this lecturer, lets call her mrs.black (no, its not racist at all =p). she is a lecturer for my third year unit. and to be honest, i dont think she is a good lecturer. i mean.. she doesnt even know how to teach. but hell, her marking is very strict. i failed my final exam because when i look at my exam she said "ok u lose marks on this this and this" and i was like.. "wtf black, u cant teach properly and yet u give this high standard of marking? i think i can even teach u how to teach" </div><div style="text-align: justify;">and thats my case with some lecturers and it happens a lot! so really consider this: <b>is big name really important? is big name equal to high standard of teaching?</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">4. dont let agents tell you what to do. you tell em what to do!!</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">now this is really important: agent!! i know how agents work, so dont let em fool you, i said this as a guy who dont trust agents a lot. sometimes agents will come and say this: what major do you want, and when u say "business in australia" and they'll simply say monash, rmit, bla bla bla. why dont they say something about QUT or Griffiths? coz they got higher fee from certain universities. and they usually say this: we know that monash is excellent in this area bla bla bla. now ask them this: "are you saying this as a marketing agent or are you saying this as a former student?" </div><div style="text-align: justify;">here's my case with agency:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so when i chose to study in malaysia to study business, the agent only said "<i>ok we'll handle it</i>" now that sentence is really good to hear, coz u dont have to handle anything. and frankly i really didnt handle anythin. all i knew is that im going to malaysia, sunway to study business. i didnt even know which uni until i got there. i thought that was nice, i didnt do any works, they did all the works and we didnt pay anything. and i realized it now that agents are evil, they didnt care about us actually. they only care about getting u to an education, they didnt ask u what you really want, but me, i care a lot about what you wanna do. and thats why i made this blog to let you know what i want you guys to know. <b>so remember, dont let em tell u what to do, you tell em what u want!! and let em do it good!!</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">5. know your limit</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">here's the mini cherry on the top of sundae. know your limit. as i said before, big name sometimes equals to higher standard of marking not teaching. so know your limit. if you dont think that u can join monash, then join other uni. dont force yourself or u'll ended up<b> struggling not to get good marks, but struggling to pass</b>. remember that u can get higher education not only in a good uni like monash, mel-u, or unsw. u can also get good education in deakin or rmit. trust me there are a lot of decent uni out there. the level of education is high now. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">now thats all the factors that i can think about as in for now. u know i really appreciate it if you guys can spread this to all your friends looking for higher education now. i hope it really helps u guys and i appreciate feedbacks and comments. and i always like to say this: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>we deserve more, so we need to know more.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">hope it helps u guys and ur frens.. cheers!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-12229661452898978342009-09-25T10:33:00.000-07:002009-09-25T11:23:30.232-07:00live your life to the fullest!!<div style="text-align: justify;">now here's a topic that bothers me all week... a friend of me asked me this during a conversation on facebook: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">mr.h: hey u know what, i ve been thinking. i want to bet very successful by studying engineering, i want to be a very famous engineer someday</div><div style="text-align: justify;">w: yea? how r u gonna do that?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">mr.h: well.. i'll concentrate on my study. i'll stop playing around. i'm 20 now. time to get serious. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">w: wow.. yea? and u like it like that?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">mr. h: no.. but i think i can focus on my goal by doin that</div><div style="text-align: justify;">w: live your life buddy.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">mr.h: what do u mean live ur life? i want to contribute sumthin to the world here. i want to be known for somethin when i died. and thats life is all about to live for.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">w: do u have any frens other than me?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">mr.h: well no.. i mean.. i came here (Vancouver) to study. i dun need friends as in for now.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">w: uh uh.. i dont think thats a good idea about how u "live ur life"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">mr.h: and i suppose u have a point?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">w: well yea.. i have my own point on how i live my life... and here's how</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">u see.. live is about something.. being famous, getting ur goals achieved, fulfill your dreams. but u do have to remember. there's so much that life has to offer. i'll tell u a story and i heard this from someone that has been an inspiration for me. but its my version tho. this story came from turkey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">a man is in seek for the meaning of life, and one day he asked to the wiseman about how do u live ur life. and the wiseman simply said "okay.. meet me tomoro at the bar and bring a spoon and a bottle of honey". and this man thinks "wow this guy is a freak.. honey and spoon..? god i hope not what im thinkin".</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and the next day, he meets the wiseman at the bar with a spoon and a bottle of honey. and the wiseman said "now fill the spoon with honey and bring this to my place as fast as u can without dropping any of the honey". and fyi, the wiseman lives really far away, but the man thinks he can do it fast.. lets do it fast! so the man brings the spoon to the wiseman <b>REALLY FAST</b> without dropping any of the honey. and he asked "hey wiseman. i did it really fast right? and i suppose i get my reward?" and the wiseman replied "ok.. now.. did u see the statute of liberty during ur way here? did u see the amazing magician performing right at the corner of the street? did u see the cute dogs when u passed the park? and did u see the hot girls opened the door to my house for u?" the man said no and said "i was focusing on the spoon and honey here so they didnt drop" </div><div style="text-align: justify;">heres the conclusion, men always race with time, they scared that they wont have enough time on their life to fulfill their dreams (which is why MLM is really popular) and that makes people tend to only focus on what they after as fast as they can. but when u focus on your goals too much, u missed on so many beautiful points of life that happens around u. u live ur life to the fullest when u keep the balance between ur goals to bring the honey to the wiseman, but take some time to look at the statute of liberty, see the amazing magician, adore the cute dogs, and nail the chick in wiseman's house. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">the point is, the balance achieving your goals and take whatever the world offers u, is what i meant by living my life. no matter how long it takes to achieve ur dreams, coz thats how long we want to live our life ;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">at least... thats what im doing now.. patience will pay off.. cheers!!</div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-70913366703090026652009-09-04T10:54:00.000-07:002009-09-04T11:19:55.327-07:00boys are boysi was having some coffee and cakes in starbucks with the gang feat. sophie (her name is selvia but she wants us to call her sophie??). and we were having this conversation about how girls can so easily get big headed everytime guys act nice to them. so this case happened to my fren here, lets call him mr. x. <div>so mr.x is a very nice guy and he even acts, well... nicer to girls, which i considered as gentleman! and girls are like.. "wow this guy likes me.." and their head get bigger..</div><div>so we asked sophie about this and she said:</div><div><br /></div><div> w: so we think, girls are ridiculous if they think so, it is reasonable but still.. their sensitivity drives me crazy sometimes. they started to think i like em.</div><div><br /></div><div>s: well yea.. but i dont think so.. i think its normal for a guy to act nice.. maybe u guys re the one who get the wrong perception</div><div><br /></div><div>w: really?</div><div><br /></div><div>s: yea.. for sure.. i feel normal</div><div><br /></div><div>w: uh-huh.. so when a guy acts really nice.. u will be like.. nothing at all?</div><div><br /></div><div>s: yeap</div><div><br /></div><div>w: well are you really a girl?</div><div><br /></div><div>s: wtf?? of course i am... well its really normal.. say if u are the one who.. lets say a girl act really nice with you.. what do you think?</div><div><br /></div><div>w: well...</div><div><br /></div><div>s: you think she likes you?</div><div><br /></div><div>w: no</div><div><br /></div><div>s: see.. its actually...</div><div><br /></div><div>w: i think it's because i'm cool</div><div><br /></div><div>s: ....</div><div>(the gang laughs with thumbs up)</div><div><br /></div><div>s: i find it really dificult to communicate with you guys..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>--</div><div><br /></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-14768211617035825852009-09-02T07:01:00.000-07:002009-09-02T07:07:12.192-07:00i miss my malaysian club life<div style="text-align: justify;">so i m sitting here listening to some songs that i want to prepare for tomorrow as me and my friends are going to lake entrance. i open my ipod and there's a playlist named "my fav club songs" and i sort it by my rating.. as i listen to this, my memory goes back to the time when i used to go club in malaysia. it was really happening, really fun, really hot n sexy, really ME!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">alcohol, great musics, friends and some random hotties and cinko around.. i really miss it.. dont even try to compare it with the clubs here. i went to club here like 3 times and only 1 club so far that i will rate as "decent". the rest... omg kill me now...</div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-64141045525201382572009-08-21T01:32:00.000-07:002009-08-21T01:49:37.247-07:00what i hate most about melbourne<div style="text-align: justify;">ok here's the thing.. im maybe weak.. but believe me.. tropical people dont belong here!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">heres what happened to me just a week ago..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">part 1</div><div style="text-align: justify;">so i was walking down the street.. with my frens.. goiong to dinner.. and suddenly rain dropped.. i was like.. ow snap.. here goes.. so wore my hoodies on.. and 5 steps ahead.. it stopped!! i mean.. literally 5 steps.. i didnt exaggerate this.. i mean.. yea probably a bit hahaha but seriously.. some steps later it stopped.. so i put off my hoodie and u know what.. exactly 3 mins later.. the rain dropped heavily.. i was like.. what kind of people can live in a place like this? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">part 2</div><div style="text-align: justify;">it was 3 am.. and i had just finished my assignment (how hardworking is this guy huh?).. and i tried to sleep.. until suddenly... ngoanggggggg.. ngoaanggggggggg.. the wind blowed all of sudden.. i checked the weather and it was like 30 km/h.. bad news is.. it really was noisy so i couldnt sleep.. and the worst thing is that it didnt stop until 1pm the next day... so i didnt sleep well!!..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">now heres what makes melbourne a living hell</div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. the weather is never a certain.. u can go outside with an umbrella coz its raining but the next 5 mins sun shined strongly that u wish u wear only a shirt.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. its bloody cold at winter.. and the wind is so strong coz melbourne is actually a coastal area.. and the wind blows from artic sea!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. the wind the wind and the wind!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">now for those people who will say this: "told ya not to come to australia" i'll say this.. i enjoyed my life here but for god's sake im a tropical man who loves tropical island and tropical girl with tropical fruit undre tropical sunshine!! i love this place..!! but still its a living hell to me!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">i guess i love hell?</div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-48887444666578880512009-07-06T11:57:00.000-07:002009-07-06T11:59:12.681-07:00The youth list – or Murtaugh list<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; line-height:150%">Have u guys ever watch ‘The Bucket List’? It’s a movie starring Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. In this movie, these 2 guys created a list of things they need to do before they die. I am 20 now and I really want to do something really great before I die. So as I’m still so far away from that stage (unless-god forbid-someone kill me tomorrow) so I’m creating the list of things I have to do before I get old (or it is called the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">Murtaugh List</i> in <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">How I Met Your Mothe</i>r. How old is OLD? Maybe 30? Or lets set the time to… before I get married? So I’ll put some things here, and I might need u guys to CHALLENGE me. Yeap, that’s right. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="line-height:150%;font-size:14.0pt;">CHALLENGE ME!!</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; line-height:150%">I’ll try to do it and make a check list under a section of my blog down there. And I will check it once I’ve done it. But, the list has to be: </p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; line-height:150%"></p><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Attainable – u probably can but u wont</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Challenging – u probably can or cant do it so u want me to do it</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Not death risk (please don’t) – no fire burning my body as a challenge</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Not going to destroy my image – u cant ask me to yell at an old people</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">It has to make sense – u cant ask me to have a kid at the age of 22</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Memorable – “remember that time when winson…”</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">A bit crazy or funny – I need to be shameless lol</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';">Part of living the life to the fullest – it’s fun, it’s crazy and it’s our youth baby!!</span></li></ol><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; line-height:150%">So I need u guys to put your challenges in the comment thread below and I wont take all. I will limit it to 25… wait erm… 20. Ah no, I’ll take 30 and if I do 25, I’m awesome but if I do 30, I’m super awesome ;p</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; line-height:150%">So here is the youth list so far:</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;text-indent:0in;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:13.5pt"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">1.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Get 5 different dates to 5 different weddings</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;text-indent:0in;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:13.5pt"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">2.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Do skydiving (submitted by Wina - she really wants to kill me)</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;text-indent:0in;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:13.5pt"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">3.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Sing in the street for money (or we call it “ngamen”)</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;text-indent:0in;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:13.5pt"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">4.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Go to 2 different dates in a night (woo-hoo)</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;text-indent:0in;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:13.5pt"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-list:Ignore">5.<span style="font:7.0pt "Times New Roman""> </span></span></span>Act drunk and go to ladies room</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:150%;tab-stops: 13.5pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:150%;tab-stops: 13.5pt">I will update this, as soon as I finish a challenge, I’ll put the picture (if there are pictures) or any evidence and I’ll check the list on my blog.. so follow me on this blog and I swear it’ll be damn entertaining for ya..</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:150%;tab-stops: 13.5pt">so think bout it and gimme a damn good challenge fellas!!</p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:150%;tab-stops: 13.5pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph;line-height:150%;tab-stops: 13.5pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-90175631462439630562009-07-06T11:34:00.000-07:002009-07-06T11:50:40.421-07:00things that I want to have in my future house<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I was bored all night and I cant sleep so I decided to chat wif some friends and he said that he wants to have a great garden in his house later on. So I was wandering… hmmm what do I want to have in my house later?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">So… here goes:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>Mini bar</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Yeap, first things that came to my mind: party and drink. I always need this, I love to drink especially with my friends around. Well if I have this in my house I can invite u guys to come over to taste my new mix of cocktails maybe?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGe8AfIY0pScbpu7sczW4xUbRbThqBlYNe6oZXIMgYyxW6FWJkV7QYqhzzWoJ5QmDGeS-iM_9_L03SSKT7e1k0mkcLqA-VENVIdpUJeS3KYK5uGIMnxbW6DgWIfgSY_elABb8Rrv3DIZnU/s320/nicerbar.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355420452624411026" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>Closet</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I am so into fashion but not really a fashionable guy (I do think too fashionable makes a guy so gay) so I might need this to put all my fancy cloths and suits? And shoes of course. So it’s on the list.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DrV942SgGGV8EKN4_oHmzp6qMYqjwJJX3J2poW2M_W-CFYXG_Vx5gPv7EzhTcR4_aWWkv1BGmPnsfjAcVENbhHWcmwZnT1gJ2pTM2B1JsUcAGVK_XhPIaiOr7oELo06hMpWyL5pzLvA1/s320/senzafine-closet-walk-in.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355420470183819778" /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsoeqDZ9rOFB7lwv-AGSzjy8TOQUKsQYZ9lua_JApvCNXGqM4haBoTs5BVe9K1rkdUsfY8N9GktbzDpzMnyMKsPfXhC6sQescbriPlPKZQxJeHQ6CJTTNdM_StHBJkX8GSnpye8v1tSIg/s320/closet+organizers+california+closets.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355420481178861682" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>Garage like a showroom</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">This is one of my dream to have a garage that looks like a showroom. Not that I want to have lots of cars, but I do have some dream cars in mind. And they’ll look awesome with this garage.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ro8-iusM-pyWvpYXK_XZ8-hiAVMVFL-ojXSTkRKJzCV_4-j8AGvOaUB2U6UOX1tXOUIDZACncPhMKVX1-Iv2HMZqV39SlfYOrvc-YxQ_XEm75xd5SGjtl562q6rjw54UzouPn5DBHhHi/s320/eur_erco_volvo_car_s_intro_1_0.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419140581489026" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>Home gym</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I’m very aware of health and I want to stay fit so I want to work out in the place that is very convenient. And there’s no place like home, so why not?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETyHgygmeV4RUnIUG4F694z3Hy4zkVudb2bq3hSZ_TxanNZaDpZH8drZOrsXrc2mELZuzAyF6_ilJkWdDWyQzo87NMKQhpZMbxwGljEf6Y88XA1SF7SBPMpN777zaWoG2T9vBDRLRUmbH/s320/DH06_Tour_workoutRoom_lg.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419123755552930" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>Multi functional basement</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">This is the best part. I really want to have a basement that can be use for everything. Karaoke, party, game night, u name it. But most importantly, to hang out with friends and family.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKEojikiQpt459M6GOZ9zqp6DpmsT6qRbK6b4zx0f53GaqZqAvENSyqmbcuEnewgSEQ94UEhz2DPpVO7-YnyyQ80H8Ph-o2TWlCq_cTx-0fAubRUXR71lrOZ0TbP8LIZMsC1ljN_5wuAO/s320/1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419107802878242" /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5b448XNSzBqB_SfKZm9Rc4FUD1petrsmA_mCdxNQuxrU6doWxdZ5AEIg0vGse48UkSvCHMGQDhBzAw2tSWvdCOUFlhkVsLABXR0xhlFHn_lg5h90lJNa0fw5kQa80Rn9bnUsIimDn41v/s320/2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419116694009410" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>Living room that full of sky</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I want my house to be a lil bit romantic and comfy, so I want to have a living room that has the sky view. Means I need a big window in my living room so that I can clearly see the sky at night and full of lights in the afternoon. Sounds cool eh?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJarKQqSchEYGl8QNKHGpTsrqBgsp9IyrFoAg7379sgnQRinMld3BEcyaH45K2CyhAILlUky23dLWiRNGXAS7fCm2M_28NEnZkTgDZFswVhgZ0vYjFifl6kn80TOiZN_XOjwcZ5Wey5GOH/s320/blue-jay-way-house-2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355419136420748274" /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDokW0t8dLG2kyzVGESExreEHUXHSZWJd7DPVFm0TVN0nNPnIoKseiIBGNPS1WyLjOLSdt8spPVTYqFSJFmE1PMBtSNxCF3BWmRWgyHOOkewOdYY5eXHVYNAg1oTDU7DvZ_8lpN_Wddsty/s320/home-design-glory3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355420448806430370" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">So what do u want to have in ur future house?</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><p></p>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-34791076753673655662009-03-19T06:12:00.000-07:002009-03-19T06:17:00.048-07:00just a luck<div style="text-align: justify;">what a day.. went to berwick to do 3 hours seminar today.. when i got there.. there is no lecture..<br />i managed to go around and see what's going on.. until i received an email:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"as i told u last week.. i will not be around this week.. hope to see u again next week..."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">BIATCH! i didnt come last week thats why i wanna meet u up for assignment! u shouldve told me earlier.. the email came just one hour before the lecture.. it came when i was in train..!!<br /><br />so....<br /><br />i went back home and spent 3 valuable hours of my lifetime..<br /></div>W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797910396553068285.post-58158829310727655382009-02-14T09:36:00.000-08:002009-02-14T09:59:09.410-08:00first day in melbourne!!<div style="text-align: center;">hey guys!!<br />how's life??<br />happy valentine to y'all!!<br />finally im in melbourne!! hahaha<br />connected to better internet and here goes my first blog in 2009 =p<br />happy valentine by the way.. hows ur valentine?<br />i got my chocolate from someone.. did u get one?<br /></div><br />anyway.. so my first day in melbourne was on 13th midnight.. i havent got any place to stay.. so.. kheno and xintia (frens from my hometown) brought me to a place where i can stay for a while.. so they brought me to Nagalita's house.. Nagalita is my senior when i was in sunway (so world is not that big).. the house is quite nice and comfy as well.. better than monash condo.. even though i sleep at the living room (seriously!!).. so.. the next day.. which is the valentine day.. kheno and xintia brought me around the town.. and introduced me to some of their frens (guess im bothering their valentine =p big thanx mates!!!).. . so.. to me.. melbourne is a very great city!! it is beautiful yet modern!! i'd say the life here is better than what i had in sunway.. (but not the frens of coz.. u guys rocks! =P).. the weather is cool.. and pretty cold at night.. and everything seems fun here.. so i managed to find some differences here and in malaysia.. have a look and comment! hehehe<br /><br />1. the city is so neat. clean and better organized than in malaysia... and indonesia.. dun even try to compare it..<br />2. the homeless people here is more talented than in malaysia.. they can do dance and art stuffs to get money!!<br />3. the portion of the food is damn big!! i ate the schnitzel (like a chicken chop in malaysia).. and it was like.. 2.5 times the size of chicken chop.. for 10 bucks!!<br />4. u can see people making out everywhere (on the street, in a train, in a toilet, in a shop, in a fitting room!!). in malaysia, someone might yell at u for doing this<br />5. u can see many people from different races like chinese, indian, greek, caucassian, and even malays!<br />6. more gays!!<br />7. they talk like they yell<br />8. they will greet u like.."hows it going?" even if dun not know them if u accidentally look each other in the eyes<br />9. the traffic is better.. but pretty frustating at some point<br />10. more fashionable guys and girls.. and.. some are topless in town.. wtf?<br /><br />so that's it!! i read leng's blog before im wrote this and... the video was pretty funny.. hahahaha... nice blog leng!!! anyway.. hope that i can sleep well tonight... happy valentine again guys...W (double u)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10350176596056503277noreply@blogger.com0