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i was more...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit iamemil.blogspot.com for full links, other content, and more! ]]</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/114437420166280848" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/114437420166280848" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gotsound/~3/rCPHeFoWxYc/ill-love-you-until-my-veins-explode.html" title="i'll love you until my veins explode" /><author><name>emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911014510318591494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/emilnekkid/moi.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://iamemil.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-love-you-until-my-veins-explode.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140634.post-114309588037375146</id><published>2006-03-22T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:38:00.440-08:00</updated><title type="text">things to be missed #74</title><content type="html">i went home today with a million things in my head and an exhausted body ready to get thrown to the bed and not care about anything else. i was just so sick of everything i got to the point when i don't even want to think about what i have to do...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit iamemil.blogspot.com for full links, other content, and more! ]]</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/114309588037375146" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/114309588037375146" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gotsound/~3/R8UoPQKaK7Q/things-to-be-missed-74.html" title="things to be missed #74" /><author><name>emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911014510318591494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/emilnekkid/moi.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://iamemil.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-to-be-missed-74.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140634.post-114198972559323074</id><published>2006-03-10T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T03:26:46.270-08:00</updated><title type="text">a new beginning</title><content type="html">i remember when i applied for the position, still naive and had no idea what i was going to get myself into. i also remember when i was appointed as a proxy for three weeks, even before my official term started&amp;mdash;i was thrown into the situation...&lt;br/&gt;
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gotta love it when you can blame everything on global warming. hah.&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit iamemil.blogspot.com for full links, other content, and more! ]]</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113869519458516194" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113869519458516194" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gotsound/~3/KUuruw2Fl8w/wishing-more-days-like-this.html" title="wishing more days like this" /><author><name>emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911014510318591494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/emilnekkid/moi.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://iamemil.blogspot.com/2006/01/wishing-more-days-like-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140634.post-113869225577235471</id><published>2006-01-30T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:35:31.716-08:00</updated><title type="text">when everything goes (not) so well</title><content type="html">just the other day, a friend of mine who just found out about my weekly schedule asked me,

&amp;mdash;how do you have time for all that?

the truth is, i don't know. i still have to work on my time management, because even though i'm somewhat more...&lt;br/&gt;
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i hate that my mind's too fucked up
i hate that i'm losing my creativity
i hate that my focus has shifted to something else 
i hate that despite all these i wallow with glee
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit iamemil.blogspot.com for full links, other content, and more! ]]</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113765812755198655" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113765812755198655" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gotsound/~3/qbNHOXQyIDo/bogus.html" title="bogus" /><author><name>emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911014510318591494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/emilnekkid/moi.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://iamemil.blogspot.com/2006/01/bogus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140634.post-113687935503079660</id><published>2006-01-09T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:49:15.076-08:00</updated><title type="text">movies i saw in 2005</title><content type="html">to preserve the  tradition i started last year of listing movies i've seen in chronological order yearly. inclusive january 1st to december 31st, first time views only. 

1. ray
2. napoleon dynamite
3. i heart huckabees
4. the yes men (doc)
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missed both of my sisters' weddings
became an uncle of two little angels
got elected as the local chapter president of an organization that i more than love
watched more movies than ever before...&lt;br/&gt;
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i knew it will happen. the inevitable. the thought of just letting it happen did slip into my mind. it's not like what i'd do would change the end result.fuckin coward, you piece of shit. not even a fight?...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit iamemil.blogspot.com for full links, other content, and more! ]]</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113156766020152196" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113156766020152196" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gotsound/~3/AD8lUCdY9N0/lcpe.html" title="LCPe" /><author><name>emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911014510318591494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/emilnekkid/moi.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://iamemil.blogspot.com/2005/11/lcpe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140634.post-113132335850889316</id><published>2005-11-06T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:40:43.430-08:00</updated><title type="text">counting to death</title><content type="html">a.k.a. a sad attempt to keep this blog alive.

hmmm... maybe this is why i don't drink coke or go to starbucks anymore...
  
   
       
       
   
    After 243.40 cans of Coca-Cola Classic, you'd be pushing up daisies   
  
 
  
   
       
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit iamemil.blogspot.com for full links, other content, and more! ]]</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113132335850889316" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113132335850889316" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gotsound/~3/FMkQWJglwn4/counting-to-death.html" title="counting to death" /><author><name>emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911014510318591494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/emilnekkid/moi.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://iamemil.blogspot.com/2005/11/counting-to-death.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140634.post-113101343620658730</id><published>2005-11-03T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:39:36.980-08:00</updated><title type="text">shimmer</title><content type="html">minal aidin wal faidzinbecause sometimes you simply need tocome back to your root&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit iamemil.blogspot.com for full links, other content, and more! ]]</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113101343620658730" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6140634/posts/default/113101343620658730" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/gotsound/~3/Dqw-WVTTuWU/shimmer_03.html" title="shimmer" /><author><name>emil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911014510318591494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v79/emilnekkid/moi.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://iamemil.blogspot.com/2005/11/shimmer_03.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6140634.post-112958637966548688</id><published>2005-10-17T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:59:39.716-07:00</updated><title type="text">gone</title><content type="html">gone are the days when i can update my blog at least once a week, when i can go blogwalking every night and leave comments everywhere, when i can download albums after albums all night long, when i can cherish the wonder of my notebook and internet...&lt;br/&gt;
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Bahasa Indonesia is essentially a constructed language designed to fool foreigners into thinking Indonesia is a monoculture.
    --John Cowan

Malay is essentially Indonesian as spoken by Englishmen.
    --Amber Adams

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