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A bag of my dream is a bag that can carry all of my junks, doesn't wear out too soon, not to feminine, without excessive and useless ornaments, shoulder friendly and not too pricey..&amp;nbsp;It would be better if it's versatile enough either for casual or semi formal occasions..&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't mind buying clothes so often. I don't mind buying shoes every 6 months. But for a bag, I really want it to last like FOREVER cos finding a bag that suits my demand is such a pain in the ass LOL.&lt;br /&gt;
That's why I was literally frantic when I found out my previous bag had worn out too much faster than I had expected, only 6 months!! It was not a cheapskate, I paid quite amount of price and got it from a decent store.. The bag was made of synthetic leather and the leather was peeled off in so many places.. &amp;nbsp;Such a shame.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;
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But after a venture into several stores, I finally found a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.hellolulu.co.id/"&gt;Hellolulu&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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It's actually a laptop bag for 13.3" laptop, with padded compartment inside (not shown in pictures below). My laptop is 14.1" but it fits just fine. However, this bag is for daily use, not for carrying around my laptop..&lt;br /&gt;
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a tote bag, medium-sized&lt;/div&gt;
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And it has PLENTY compartments to for my things!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Even though my things are usually scattered all over the place, I'm actually a compartment junkie.. XD&lt;/div&gt;
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I love bags with many compartments but still doesn't look bulky.&lt;/div&gt;
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A velcro pocket, 2 pen holders, a zippered pocket.. The counterside of the bag is the padded compartment for your laptop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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See??! I can place everything neatly in there and still gets fast access to each of them. Fast access is essential because I hate wasting time looking for something in my bag, esp. if it's small-sized haha...&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't own a portable music player, but I think this is a very thoughtful feature. It has dedicated mp3 pocket with a dedicated headphone port! Niceee... but I'm gonna use this for my hand phone.&lt;/div&gt;
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Back compartment with velcro closure (for magazines/ newspapers) with an extra pocket attached inside (can be used to keep parking ticket etc)&lt;/div&gt;
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Once again, thoughtful! :)&lt;/div&gt;
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An extra pouch to satisfy my OCD hahaha.. I can carry hand-sanitizer, alcohol spray, facial tissue, wet tissue in a pouch and they won't get cluttered in the bag.. &lt;i&gt;*happy face*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is also a feature I like the most as I don't usually attach key chains.. Finding such keys inside a big bag is also a pain in the ass.. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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Since it was made of nylon and polyester, it's waterproof and comes with a one-year guarantee. Speaking of durability, it's a laptop bag afterall.. It must be strong, right? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;
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I was thinking about getting the black one, but it looks meh with pink lining.. This one is in espresso color and the inner lining is verrrryy pretty! I never expect that brown goes well with blue and fuschia.. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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The only down part is, I think, it looks more like a school bag (except that I had never worn one like this during my schooldays, it's even too feminine for the 'old' me hahahha..) &amp;nbsp;and is not versatile enough for semi formal occasions.&lt;br /&gt;
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But of course, I don't really mind that.. &amp;nbsp;For daily use, I much prefer a strong bag :P&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;他是每星期日下午在教堂我遇到的男人. 我不知道他到底是誰, 但由於他獨特的樣子就很喜歡看看他..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;每次見到他穿著的T恤都是黑色的.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;身上充滿了紋身, 頸部, 胳臂, 通通有紋身..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;他的臉讓我想起曾經喜歡過的一個人, 我怎麼不一直盯著他呢..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;因此, 我記住他了! 但他從來卻不可能身上有紋身..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;神秘的男人.. 要是我認識你, 我很好奇的想問你.. 那個在頸部的紋身, 被黥的時不癢癢嗎?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's too heartbreaking to be separated from my books. Though honestly I don't always read them, but when they're away from me, I can't help thinking... will they be taken care of? will they arrive safely? will the delivery man handle them carefully?&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't want to see them get scrunched or folded or dented or unbound. I want them to arrive in a perfect condition, just like when they leave my home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Honestly I reallllyyy realllyy wanted to bring 'em all in my hand luggage, but that would be INSANE!! I ain't no RAMBO lol... So I have to let them being transported thru a carrier service.. &amp;nbsp;Please be safe, my babies... :'(&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I only need to struggle with stuffs I need to bring in my luggage..&lt;br /&gt;
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I decide not to bring my guitar with me.. So many things already and taking a guitar would be too unpractical. Plus, I am not sure I'll have extra time to play it.. At first I was afraid of missing it, but it'd been ignored for months too..&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh yeah... Three days to go!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today when I was driving back home from Galaxy Mall, I was singing along Where We Belong by Lostprophets when suddenly realized this feeling... that I will also miss my car &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A LOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, for it has been accompanying me these past seven years and I've never been separated from it for more than two weeks... &lt;i&gt;*sobs sobs*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ohhh.... I really can't sing a lot now!!! The only place left where I can sing my favourite songs out loud is perhaps the dorm's bathroom... =.=&lt;br /&gt;
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Bah... too much drama on this post!&lt;br /&gt;
First time leaving town, though.... so please forgive la.&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps as soon as I find a new interest in the new place, I'll also soon forget about it lolol~&lt;br /&gt;
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Btw, I don't know how long I'll survive without a car... but I only have a tiny intention to drive in Jakarta.. The traffic is INSANE... It's just sooo bad that I can't even get mad of it.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;
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But who told me to move there?!&lt;br /&gt;
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NOBODY!&amp;nbsp;So yeah, I won't complain... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-6923265797416201373?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/0vIoveVIOuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/6923265797416201373/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=6923265797416201373&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6923265797416201373?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6923265797416201373?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/0vIoveVIOuI/counting-days.html" title="counting days" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2011/03/counting-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ASX47eip7ImA9Wx9aFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-6732414654128485315</id><published>2011-03-07T13:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:47:28.002+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-09T09:47:28.002+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bla bla bla" /><title>leaving Surabaya soon</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;hai readers…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m sorrrrrryyyyy for having neglected this blog for a long time!! More than a month, I think??? :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Life is busierrrr so I usually I don’t have extra power to stay up, or even post something here.. Besides, I also wanted to cut down my online hours! That’s one of my 2011 resolutions, actually. Instead of spending time in front of my lappie watching ppl blogs etc, I spent time reading those long-left textbooks, including the then-hideous-now-interesting Phamacology book eheheheh..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;No kidding! I used to fall asleep after reading two paragraphs, but by now I have finished reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;THREE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;chapters!! Isn’t that a milestone???&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;*pat self on back*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Okay, let’s stop digressing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The main reason I blog today is to tell you that &lt;b&gt;next month&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;I'M MOVING TO JAKARTA!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;No, the residency program isn’t open until early Sept. I’m moving there for work..&amp;nbsp;On late January, I tried my luck by applying for a job in several clinics and hospitals cos I didn’t know if they’re having a vacancy. After two weeks, one called for an interview. The following week I flew there for the interview and two weeks later they gave me a yes, hehe.. Quite a luck, isn't it? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The journey to the interview itself was quite a drama cos I missed my flight!! In my tens of times flying experience, I never missed a single one.. yet this time, I missed it on my interview day! How awesome was that?&amp;nbsp;Long story cut short, I could eventually make into the next flight as someone gave up his seat.. T___T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My DSLR is practically neglected, too.. so now I'm desperately making it back to use for... camwhoring!! This is not a decent picture and I'm not a photogenic person, that's why I transformed the picture into monochromatic and added some noise.. I know I'm pathetic.. xD~&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking about getting a perm again but sadly it hasn't reached the desired length yet. Really miss my big messy bed head hair hehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Aahhhh... I'll be missing Surabaya a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
My home.&lt;br /&gt;
My family.&lt;br /&gt;
My bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
My friends.&lt;br /&gt;
My piano, too, even though I seldom play it... I think I'll just bring my guitar.. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh yeah,&amp;nbsp;I haven't even got a room there hahaha.. Easy easy.. next week I will.. &lt;i&gt;*crossing fingers*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-6732414654128485315?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/TW6jz49cDUc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/6732414654128485315/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=6732414654128485315&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6732414654128485315?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6732414654128485315?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/TW6jz49cDUc/leaving-surabaya-soon.html" title="leaving Surabaya soon" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-8Bk-KnsRIlM/TXR2HQ8ChkI/AAAAAAAACfM/8VCJ9ikAHtI/s72-c/Image+Size+sepia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2011/03/leaving-surabaya-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4GRno-eyp7ImA9Wx9VFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-7088967440676580162</id><published>2011-01-30T22:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:55:27.453+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-30T22:55:27.453+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BDS life" /><title>Murphy's laws of dentistry</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The easier a tooth looks on radiograph for extraction, the more likely you to fracture a root tip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The closer it is to 5:00 PM on Friday, the more likely someone will call with a dental emergency&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parents who typed their child's medical histories are trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The more you need a specialist, the less likely they are to be in their office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;When a patient localizes pain on one of two teeth, you will open the wrong one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The less a patient needs a procedure for dental health, the more the patient will want it &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;e.g. anterior veneer vs posterior crown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First time to a baby shop and I was tad hysteric in the baby girl clothing section haha.. Please do excuse, everything was a darling and made me squealed every time I glanced at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Kawaiiii~&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The clothes are just as fashionable as women's clothing but in much smaller size, which I find&amp;nbsp;IRRESISTIBLE!!!!&amp;nbsp;Cropped cardi, summer dresses, colorful leggings, mini skirts, pastel-colored sweater, sequined ballet shoes.. all in baby size!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Whose mama can resist that??!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There are so many for girls but, as always, only &lt;u&gt;few&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;for boys.. Seems that our shopping fates has been determined since we're a newborn.. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is it New Year again?!&amp;nbsp;I don't think I've made significant achievements sobs sobs....&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's see how 2010 went for me~&lt;br /&gt;
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Made a moving-out plan and started learning Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Joined CouchSurfing.&lt;/b&gt; For those who are unfamiliar with that, please click &lt;a href="http://www.couchsurfing.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;here &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yea.. Made friends with new people from non-medical background which is kinda refreshing hehe.. You know, within these past 2 years, if I ever made new friends, they were always from dental/ medical field...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Awarded a BDS title.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Got myself a DSLR camera :))&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Very pleased with it, taking photographs is like slowing down my life and calming my tensed brain heheh...&lt;br /&gt;
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Five of my close friends were getting married.&amp;nbsp;Ya, 2010 was like the year of weddings!! And now, two of them are going to have a baby. I can see in 2011 our reunion will be filled with baby-smooching and mama-talk hahaha... XD&lt;br /&gt;
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Moved to a new workplace but left after 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Cut my hair short&lt;/b&gt;, just above the shoulder length, the shortest I ever had within last 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;
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See? Nothing major at all..&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate listing up resolutions cos a lot of times I fail to achieve 'em haha.. But every new year must be faced with confidence and new hope, right? I've got hopes, too..&amp;nbsp;Generally, for better things and for a-better me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;To be a more mature person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This is like a lifelong wish cos I feel I hardly grow up. Being a more mature person means being less selfish, less emo, more empathy for others, more responsible of myself, and less impulsive. I certainly miss the happy-go-lucky me and those good old days, but yeah.... Time goes. Life changes. I just don't want to be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;To be a nicer person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Cos you know what, I'm not nice.. I'm often too honest and straightforward, that often hurts others' feeling.. :( I wish I could be able to 'pretend' better.. or at least communicate my ideas in a less offensive way..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;To go back to school again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I also hope I can make it into the residency program this year. God, how I miss school so much.. :( &amp;nbsp;I really can't wait to start school again and meet my friends. It's dead-boring to work alone in the clinic and not have colleagues to discuss a case or just to share my days with.&lt;br /&gt;
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What's your New Year wish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-8738534550567620884?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/O0aRpOox_dI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/8738534550567620884/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=8738534550567620884&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/8738534550567620884?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/8738534550567620884?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/O0aRpOox_dI/2010-recap-welcome-2011.html" title="2010 Recap, Welcome 2011!!" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-recap-welcome-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMCQX0-cSp7ImA9Wx9QE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-7782185178475180866</id><published>2010-12-26T14:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T22:14:20.359+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-26T22:14:20.359+07:00</app:edited><title>jolly seasons</title><content type="html">Just one day late, I wanna wish everyone&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;~M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;S~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Like any other previous years, I didn't feel the Xmas ambience till I arrived at church haha... The malls had Xmas songs played and Xmas trees set up since a month before, but yeah... to me it just passed by till Dec 24 afternoon, "Wah.. it's Christmas Eve, must go to church then.." XD&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish someday I could celebrate Christmas in a place full of christmassy ambience -- snows, bells, groups of Christmas Carols, warm fireplace, streets are decorated with colorful lights, Mr. Gingerbread, reindeers, etc. I'll walk down the street with thick coat, beanie, and leather gloves.. Me likey winter clothes so much, they're simple yet so fashionable and you don't even have to try.. Very effortless, but total impossible to wear'em here... XD&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello, Europe/ America?&lt;br /&gt;
I heard it on news that this year the winter weather hits travel in Europe, that snowfall disrupts flights and road traffic, and many passengers were stranded at airports during Christmas.. :(&lt;br /&gt;
I think the snow must come here instead of attacking Europe. We would have happily welcomed you, snowyy.. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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I boarded Mandala Air, booked online, one month ahead, paid for IDR 960K for a SUB-JKT round ticket. It could have been cheaper if you didn't opt 'fly carbon free' and choose your seat. I chose window seat cos I love the view of floating clouds, which I didn't see much of cos the weather was sunny and the sky was clear.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it just me or anyone else think that the view is better on the right hand side window than on the left hand side window? Cos I always get to see better view when I sit by the right hand side window.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Surprisingly, I met a familiar face onboard next to my seat. She was my classmate in IALF last year and we had a good chit-chat.. :) She was worried knowing that I was travelling alone and told me to use ONLY Blue Bird taxi..&lt;br /&gt;
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Btw, why was everyone worried about me going alone to Jakarta?&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean, it's only Jakarta. I've travelled to five other countries in my early twenties and no one was as worried as now. Though I didn't travel alone, but most of the times I wandered in cities by myself. Okay la, not really by myself, usually accompanied by one or two friends.. But this time I'm 24 y.o. already, oh please... I was going to surf someone's couch, but Mom was extremely against it and paid me a two-nights stay in a nice hotel instead.&amp;nbsp;"Perhaps somewhere else, but not in Indonesia," said her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, mom... I don't mind. At all.&lt;br /&gt;
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I arrived at Terminal 3 Soekarno-Hatta Int'l Airport, the newly-built terminal, I guess? Cos everything still looked so new and clean and well-maintained heheh... I was afraid of 'black taxis' but here I can order my taxi from an authorized booth. I picked Blue Bird and was given a receipt. This receipt was to be passed to a Blue Bird's staff on the taxi station, where I waited for it. The booth was near the exit door after the baggage claim hall btw.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the first trip to Jakarta after 15 years, and my impression about this city remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's not 'crowded' in a nice way. Because Hong Kong is crowded, too, but I love it. I love waking up early to see people rushing in the morning, to see some of them has just finished their walk in the garden, some of them are grabbing their breakfast and rushing to their work, people queuing on bus stops and subways are full as well.&lt;br /&gt;
But Jakarta was not like that. It's crowded in the way that can make you go mad. Upon arrival, I was trapped with my taxi in a massive traffic jam......... on a HIGHWAY!! Yes baby, you read it right.. =.= &amp;nbsp;I checked Google Maps and found out the airport to my hotel was supposed to be only 30-mins-driving away. In fact, I spent about 1.5 hour!! I was lucky I wasn't the one driving at that time.. xD&lt;br /&gt;
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I stayed at &lt;a href="http://www.lumirehotel.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Lumire Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (ex Aston Atrium Hotel). It's nice and I had the whole king-sized bed &lt;s&gt;shared&amp;nbsp;with a hunk&lt;/s&gt; only for myself woot woot~~&amp;nbsp;The check-in process took like forever.. Since I arrived at 11am, I left my luggage and went straight to the dental school to meet a friend there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ady picked me up in the hotel about 1.5 hours later and since I wanted to visit Kota Tua, he suggested us to go there. But as natural as in Jakarta, we got trapped in a traffic jam!! A massive one. It's almost 5pm already. Feeling hopeless of not being able to reach the place before sunset and afraid of being trapped even further, we made a detour to Mangga Dua Square and spent few hours there until the traffic jam subsided hahaha.. After the rush hour ended, I tried to contact my friends, asking for suggestions about sightseeing places we could check out in the late afternoon, but they had no idea besides malls or eating places hahaha.. So he drove to another mall to meet his friends there. Practically, on day one we didn't go nowhere and I learned how to get used to the traffic jam lol~&lt;br /&gt;
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Guess what place we visited on day two?&lt;br /&gt;
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Deng deng deng........&lt;br /&gt;
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It's the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TAMAN MINI INDONESIA INDAH&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Omg... suddenly I felt sooooo 'Orde Baru' and the image of Soeharto (our former president) flashed in my mind hahahahaa....xDD&lt;br /&gt;
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It's actually Ady's idea!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Previously we had these options: Kota Tua, Ragunan Zoo, and Taman Mini Indonesia Indah (TMII). I've only ever visited TMII and that's when I was about 9 y.o. On the other hand, he was very curious cos he had never been there. In the end, we agreed to visit TMII instead of the first two options.&amp;nbsp;When he first mentioned TMII though, I was a little skeptical. As long as I remembered, it didn't impress a 9-years-old me at all, how could it impress me now? But I did a mini research and read some positive reviews. Moreover they had renewed their logo, and usually a company's logo renewal was associated with major changes, right? Why not give it a shot? Who knows it's actually better than 15 years before? I got curious, too.&lt;br /&gt;
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The journey took longer than we had expected, got deceived by a tricky sign board so we took the wrong way too.. But after one hour, we made it to that place.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's our impression before we actually reached the entrance gate.&lt;br /&gt;
The entrance gate was quite pretty with intricate design (if I didn't mis-notice heheh) so I got a little more optimistic. It could have been better than I had imagined, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;
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The ticket was IDR 10K per person CMIIW. Cheap!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's a big complex exhibiting various traditional houses of Indonesia tribes, surrounding a pond of miniature of Indonesia's islands. If you can't get what I mean, check &lt;a href="http://www.tamanmini.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this link&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for yourselves la cos I can not explain it better hahaha.. Have you ever visited The Window of The World (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"&gt;世界之窗&lt;/span&gt;) in Shenzhen, China? TMII's concept is similar to that, not as grand of course.. and minus the pond perhaps.. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since we're here to take pictures, it's best to explore the garden &lt;s&gt;of eden&lt;/s&gt; on foot, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;
We asked for a map from the information center (it looked like a dead-office) so we knew where to start from. It was cloudy, drizzling, and the weather was very humid.&lt;br /&gt;
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We made a walk and reached the first traditional house I didn't know its name.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought we're only going to see the house's facade, imagine how boring&amp;nbsp;could&amp;nbsp;it be? So&amp;nbsp;I was excited when I found out we could actually get inside the house! Wow, curiosity level raised even higher..&lt;br /&gt;
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But the door was locked and no one was around.&lt;br /&gt;
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Till I spotted a cleaning service staff and he told me that the staff was taking a lunch break and would be back after 1pm.&amp;nbsp;That meant one hour later.&lt;br /&gt;
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We snapped some pictures of the house from outside, then moved around the neighborhood.. snapped some again, then walked to the next few houses-I-also-can-not-recall-their-names... =.=&lt;br /&gt;
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On our way we saw a golf-car like vehicle which offered a ride for IDR 3K per person. We thought if we had reached half of the whole route and got too tired to continue walking, we could ride this vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O hai house, what's your name again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Lucky! The door was opened and finally we got to see how the inside of the house looked like!&lt;br /&gt;
Well.... the excitement stayed only for few first minutes. Remember that I said the weather was very humid? It felt worse inside the house!!! I was wearing a loose short-sleeved t-shirt and still sweating like crazy...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Why didn't they install some ACs??! I was busier wiping off sweat than enjoying the house interior. The air inside was musty and the room was poor lit.... Inside, they also exhibited traditional costumes, house appliances, some pictures of local heroes, weaponries, texts explaining history etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was sure my pupils were dilating to its MAXIMUM aperture, NOT because I felt excited looking at each of them, but ultimately because of the poor lighting!! Geeezzzz......&lt;br /&gt;
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OMG I kinda feel that what I write here is ruining our tourism promotion effort lololol.. XD&lt;br /&gt;
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Met the Seulawah, the first Indonesia's carrier airplane. I don't know it's the authentic one or just a replica, but above all, I had no idea why they placed it here amongst the traditional houses.. Should be in an aviation museum, shouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Ohhh couldn't stand this anymore....&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;WE FINALLY GAVE UP!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was sssooooooooo relieved when Ady suggested to go back to the car and just finish the route by driving mwahahahahhhh~~&lt;br /&gt;
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Proven that it had not changed at all since 15 years ago yeah!!! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;
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When we first arrived I wondered why it's so quite and desolate there, Ady replied that it was weekday so it's normal if only few people came. We did see some groups of school student at the museums, but within the traditional houses exhibition area we only noticed no more than 10 people. It was very very lonely and sad there, and now I know why!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's just not interesting!&lt;br /&gt;
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Visiting the first house was interesting.. but after few ones, it's just dead-boring!! No attractions at all, plain boredom!&lt;br /&gt;
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And the song they played through the speakers, can you guess??&lt;br /&gt;
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It's a song by &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broery"&gt;BROERY MARANTIKA!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;*faints*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not dislike him though I'm not a fan as well, but out of all songs in the country, why Broery's??&lt;br /&gt;
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Very. Nostalgic. TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it'd be better if they played either national or traditional songs since the whole complex is supposed to show off the various cultures this country has. And&amp;nbsp;I could be happily singing along cos I still remember about &amp;nbsp;15-16 songs from various parts of Indonesia mwahahahah.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh yeah, almost forget to tell you that TMII has museums, too. You can go to the website for more infos cos we didn't check 'em out... The museums had a lot more visitors (like I said earlier, school students) than the houses, so perhaps they're much more worth going..&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eh, we did check the &lt;b&gt;Istana Anak&lt;/b&gt; (or &lt;b&gt;The Castle of Indonesia Children&lt;/b&gt;)..... but from outside only! The buiding's exterior looked kinda interesting. If you want to get inside the castle you need to buy a ticket for IDR 5K per person.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's too fucking cheap that I keep wondering where they earn their money from to keep the whole complex running. You know.. Houses, museums, buildings, all need maintenance.. The staffs also need salary.. And who pays for electricity, water, and phone bills?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well... I don't intend my post to discourage anyone from paying a visit to it hahahahaa.... Seriously I've read some positive reviews of it. Perhaps it's just me, perhaps it's just the weather. Different variables lead to different results, right? I saw children were mostly happy and having fun ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Spent the rest of the day in Pondok Indah Mall (&lt;i&gt;I like this mall very much&lt;/i&gt;) and fX, and that concluded my trip!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, do I like this city, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well... It's only three days, how could I answer that? But like it or not, if I have to move there then all I can do is coping with the situations. U know, now back in this town, I somehow drive more patiently and even not get provoked in a traffic jam as easily as before. Cos I know it is really nothing... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://imilosophy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Imil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;also posted on her blog about her mad experience while visiting this city hahaha.. I was lucky I didn't encounter her situation, thanks to Ady, the great company and driver, too!! Hahahaha... Hey buddy, I hope you've recovered from flu already!! Come to Surabaya and let's go to the mountain! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-998434964993324637?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/ZRkDyjp0ZF8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/998434964993324637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=998434964993324637&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/998434964993324637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/998434964993324637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/ZRkDyjp0ZF8/hello-jakarta.html" title="Hello, Jakarta!" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TRM9znSGM8I/AAAAAAAACa8/ENXAHsWxNTk/s72-c/IMG_5672.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-jakarta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MQHk4cSp7ImA9Wx9QEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-6624722185460452582</id><published>2010-12-22T19:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:03:01.739+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-22T20:03:01.739+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bla bla bla" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>is it just me or....</title><content type="html">does anyone else think that:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. BlackBerry is hideous.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Nintendo is better than Play Station.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Money is a dirty thing -- &amp;nbsp;literally, think of germs?&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Cantonese sounds sexier than Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Observing people is a better thing to do than listening to an iPod.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Using earphone is annoying cus I can't feel my whole body 'hear' the songs -- mind if I use a loudspeaker, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;
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7. Fish tastes better than meat or chicken,&amp;nbsp;but pork is the winner of all.. XD&lt;br /&gt;
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8. High heels are uncomfortable and&amp;nbsp;having been standing on 'em for more than 2 hours will get me a nauseous feeling,&amp;nbsp;but the four inches more is dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. Nature and life are awesome, how they work never fails to impress me :)&lt;br /&gt;
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10. Death is scary.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hahaha... I feel so random today.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say hello to Christmas holiday, beybehh!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Till Jan 2 woot woot~~&lt;br /&gt;
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Will not leave town. Everyone does so, so why would I? I've got a 40GB worth of movies to accompany me during the time haha.. Will also rent some books (read: novels) to keep my mind away from dullness.&lt;br /&gt;
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How about dental books?&lt;br /&gt;
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I started my holiday with clearing files in my lappie. I've freed up some space in C drive so it can run much faster now... Have you ever felt that your harddisk space is like being 'eaten' away for you-don't-know-what-reason? Thanks to my brother for telling me to use CCLEANER to clean up cookies... And yeah, I've cleaned up about SIX gigabytes!!! Plus uninstalling 5-6 rarely used programmes and organizing files (deleting, burning, moving 'em to external HD) have given me additional space for.......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TWENTY GIGABYTES!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Can't believe my drive was so full of junk ROFLMAO!!!!! Oh my files are much much less cluttered now~ ♥&lt;br /&gt;
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Chrome still crashes often wtf. Should I switch into Mozilla?&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I'd like to blog about Jakarta trip as I promised you pictures, but sorry..... almost no piccies worth uploading here!&amp;nbsp;How come you ask? Will tell'ya later, k..... hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-6624722185460452582?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/_-qxQv0L1m8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/6624722185460452582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=6624722185460452582&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6624722185460452582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6624722185460452582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/_-qxQv0L1m8/is-it-just-me-or.html" title="is it just me or...." /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-just-me-or.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04ESHs6fCp7ImA9Wx9REEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-2350513617360842120</id><published>2010-12-11T19:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:05:09.514+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-11T22:05:09.514+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="50mm f/1.8" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="550D" /><title>chubby faces</title><content type="html">Just before I leave, I want to share two photos from today.. I was helping a friend taking pictures of an Xmas celebration of a kindergarten where she's teaching at.. The word 'kindergarten' sounds definitely irresistable to me&amp;nbsp;heheheh... I was asked to&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;take children's photos with Santa, but being in the midst of kiddos, I just can't help snap one or two chubby faces.. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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I really love the 50mm lens, mainly because it's tack sharp with large aperture, thus allowing shallow depth of field. The kit lens? It's only okay when I don't need shallow depth of field. When it comes to taking picture of someone's face, it's so bleah. Many says that it's sharper as the aperture is narrowed down, like f8, but I want sharp pictures on wide apertures.. So sad they haven't restocked B005 yet, I just have to bear longer with it..&lt;br /&gt;
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Will be back with more pictures of course.&lt;br /&gt;
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O hai, J-town.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-2350513617360842120?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/fVdFwaWH8KE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/2350513617360842120/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=2350513617360842120&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2350513617360842120?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2350513617360842120?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/fVdFwaWH8KE/chubby-faces.html" title="chubby faces" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TQNo4VxbYXI/AAAAAAAACaU/7tJmByAzU6I/s72-c/IMG_5245.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/12/chubby-faces.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MQHs6fip7ImA9Wx9SFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-5149620791644023436</id><published>2010-12-05T17:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:13:01.516+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-06T18:13:01.516+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bla bla bla" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title>quick update</title><content type="html">Next week I'll be off to Jakarta, and beside paying a visit to a university, I haven't fixed any other plans... Soooo lazzyyy to the max la. There are some places I want to visit, like around Kota Tua maybe? but the rest.. no idea! I will either be depending on my friends or go &lt;i&gt;ad lib&lt;/i&gt;... :P&amp;nbsp;Still think that I should've made it a 2D1N trip instead, but flight's booked a month ahead.. :(&lt;br /&gt;
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And I do hope I won't encounter flood!!! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;"""&lt;br /&gt;
(note: rainy season)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-5149620791644023436?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/KJgK3vBRcQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/5149620791644023436/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=5149620791644023436&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/5149620791644023436?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/5149620791644023436?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/KJgK3vBRcQ4/next-week-ill-be-off-to-jakarta-and.html" title="quick update" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-week-ill-be-off-to-jakarta-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGR30_eCp7ImA9Wx9TFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-1863878954264918033</id><published>2010-11-23T18:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:40:26.340+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-23T18:40:26.340+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BDS life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bla bla bla" /><title>revived</title><content type="html">I've changed my mind again!!!! For the ump-teenth times already hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;
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I know.. I know....&amp;nbsp;This time for sure la.&lt;br /&gt;
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Within these eight months, I didn't know what I had been doing... what I had been thinking.... those were so NOT me! Will blame myself for getting distracted mad easily...&lt;br /&gt;
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But thanks God, you've sent a person to open my eyes again, to remind me of what I used to dream of..&lt;br /&gt;
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This time it's confusing, but this is EXACTLY what I want! This is EXACTLY what I'm passionate about!!&lt;br /&gt;
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God please guide me...&lt;br /&gt;
Mother Mary please walk with me..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm back catching my old dream~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello, hard work! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-1863878954264918033?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/EhxJfyXCpoU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/1863878954264918033/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=1863878954264918033&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/1863878954264918033?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/1863878954264918033?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/EhxJfyXCpoU/revived.html" title="revived" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/revived.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AER3wzeSp7ImA9Wx5aGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-4409012527503018629</id><published>2010-11-16T22:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:35:06.281+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-16T22:35:06.281+07:00</app:edited><title>:)))</title><content type="html">I'm getting closer to it...hihihi&lt;br /&gt;
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Am so excited yet nervous at the same time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-4409012527503018629?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/PnHsmtMqso4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/4409012527503018629/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=4409012527503018629&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4409012527503018629?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4409012527503018629?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/PnHsmtMqso4/blog-post.html" title=":)))" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4CSXo8eip7ImA9Wx5aF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-6366650643905611455</id><published>2010-11-14T13:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:42:48.472+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-14T13:42:48.472+07:00</app:edited><title>knocked out</title><content type="html">I hate to be sick... on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;
Been only rollin on my bed with a headache..&lt;br /&gt;
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Have taken a paracetamol tab but it hasn't helped..&lt;br /&gt;
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How annoying... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-6366650643905611455?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/l5YoPXvgOC0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/6366650643905611455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=6366650643905611455&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6366650643905611455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6366650643905611455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/l5YoPXvgOC0/knocked-out.html" title="knocked out" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/knocked-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBQHo7eip7ImA9Wx5aFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-1634794476916430329</id><published>2010-11-11T15:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:30:51.402+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-12T21:30:51.402+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BDS life" /><title>siapa yang takut?</title><content type="html">Sejak jaman kuliah, klinik Pedodonsia itu termasuk klinik yang paling &lt;s&gt;berwarna&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;repot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Repot ngantar-jemput pasiennya, ngerayu2, blum lagi mereka kan &lt;i&gt;low-tolerance&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Kalo mangap kelamaan dikit, mulai rewel. Nunggu lamaan dikit, langsung ngantuk dan mulai rewel juga. Apalagi kalo dibor trus kerasa sakit dikitttttttt aja, langsung deh ga mau buka mulut seterusnya.. dan itu berarti harus cari pasien lain hiks. Ada yang liar, gak bisa dikendaliin..&amp;nbsp;maen kejar2an di dalam klinik, berguling2 di lantai, loncat2 di&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;dental unit&lt;/i&gt;, maen2in bor atau&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;three-way syringe&lt;/i&gt;, bergelayutan di tiang lampu-nya... &lt;i&gt;*ngelus dada.&lt;/i&gt; Untungnya pasien saya normal2 aja sih.. soalnya kalo mereka mulai bertingkah, biasanya udah saya bentak duluan XD~&lt;br /&gt;
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Bisa aja dapet pasien kooperatif, tapi giliran emaknya yang maruk.. Anaknya diajarin supaya minta dibeliin ini itu sama operatornya.&amp;nbsp;Kalo gak dibeliin? Yah, siap2 deh anaknya gak boleh dibawa ke kampus lagi.. Masih mending la kalo minta snack/ wafer/ roti di kantin gitu, lha ini ada yang minta Barbie dan pianika segala!! Gile lo, pianikaaaa... &lt;i&gt;*imagemahasiswakedokterangigibergelimangharta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Nahhh.. Faktor "&lt;b&gt;orang tua&lt;/b&gt;" ini juga yang kadang bikin ilfeel... Kali ini bukan karena mereka maruk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Beberapa hari yang lalu, saya didatengin sama satu ibu dan anak ceweknya yang masih kecil.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mau cabut gigi, dok.."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ya udah saya suruh masuk ke dalam. Si anak dah tampang2 parno gitu, tapi ibunya terus2an bilang, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dicabut, ya! Berani, kan?" "Kalo gak dicabut nanti gigimu jelek! Mau punya gigi jelek?" "Jangan nangis ya!" "Awas, kalo nangis, mama bilangin papa!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lha diancam kayak gitu, gimana muka tuh anak gak makin mewek? Liat ibu model gituan, saya jadi agak antipati.. Waduh, bisa2 belum diapa2in nih anak udah trauma duluan deh..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Kasian amat.. Saya baek2in si anak, biar gak takut gitu... Setelah saya liat, insisif sulungnya emang dah agak goyang. Berhubung saya kurang demen pake &lt;i&gt;chlor ethyl&lt;/i&gt;, saya tanya berani disuntik gak. Si anak belum sempat jawab, ibunya bilang, "Dulu cabut gak disuntik kok, dok.. Pake yang dingin2 aja!" Kebetulan si anak trus bilang gak mau disuntik, ya udah deh pake &lt;i&gt;chlor ethyl&lt;/i&gt; (soalnya gak ada anestesi topikal yang laen..).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Siapin kapas.. siapin chlor ethyl... siapin tang...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Saya liat nih anak juga dah tenang, gak setakut sebelumnya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oke deh, let's start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Bulet2in kapas, trus semprotin chlor ethyl ke kapas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Ayo dek, mulutnya dibuka yaa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dia nurut, mulutnya dibuka lebar2 gitu... Dalam hati, saya merasa, wah.. sip nih.. nyabutnya jadi gak repot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Eh, ibunya nyerocos lagi, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Awas ya kalo nangis!" "Gak boleh nangis!" "Tangannya diem, jangan gerak2!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do, a deer a female deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Re, a drop of golden sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mi, a name I call myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fa, a long long way to run~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Feel familiar to the song above??&amp;nbsp;Don't say you don't cos I might faint right now haha... It's the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do-Re-Mi"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; song from the famous musical movie&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; THE SOUND OF MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, which celebrated its&lt;b&gt; 45th anniversary this year&lt;/b&gt;!!!! OMG... &lt;b&gt;FOURTY FIVE&lt;/b&gt; years since its release date, it has been embraced by its fanatic viewers and being bequeathed to generations!! Sure there are many great Oscar-winning movies out there, but how many movies do you know that were watched by our grandparents and their children in their younger years, and still become their grandchildren's forever favorite pieces in the next fifty years?? How many movies do you know as timeless as it is?&lt;br /&gt;
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I can say, only &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fraulein Maria and The Von Trapp Family who can do it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And that's the classic picture of the movie, showing Maria singing &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Sound of Music"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on the Alps Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know, dated back the technology used in making a movie wasn't as well-developed as we are having now. Thus they put more effort in filming a well-written story with good scenes, magnificent sceneries, and heart-moving songs. There's no single scene I didn't cherish to see in this movie. Almost all of them are my favorites, from the very beginning Maria runs across the flower fields, the abbey, the places she takes the children to for playing while their father is on trip, the moments they sings, dances, yodels in their puppet show, and of course, the beautiful house the Von Trapp family lives in!! There's no single song I don't like to sing along in this movie. All of them were very well written, heart-moving, and convey good messages, too.. :,) Well, these words come from a musical movie's addict who almost hardly sit still every time she watches Chicago and Glee hehee... but I don't think you can hate this movie, it's just too lovely.. ♥ Plus, I always have a 'connection' to the 40's to 60's, like in World War or Nazi era.. I'm always fond of the settings, the clothes, the hairstyles, but I'm not a fan of Holocaust.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was watching this movie for the first time, I was only sixteen. It was Christmas and I immediately fell in love. I remembered I ever wished I was a Von Trapp family member, born as Liesl, the first daughter of the family and lived in that house, too.&lt;br /&gt;
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She's a beauty with bright blue eyes, wears pretty dresses, and her hair is always lovely and tied up in ribbons.. I wish at the same age with her, I could be as a lady as her. &amp;nbsp;She's the one I used to want to grow up like. Too bad, I was much like a boy than a girl.. but, see! I still had that little-girl heart inside, didn't I? XDD~~&lt;br /&gt;
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That's &lt;u&gt;one of my favorite scenes&lt;/u&gt;, when Liesl and father sing &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Edelweiss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; together. To me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Edelweiss"&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;is the most heart-moving song from this movie as it shows very well how the captain's feeling about his country. At the end when the captain whispers, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"....bless my homeland forever...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; he always gives me goosebumps. I once thought that it was an Austrian folk song, but later figured out that it was written by Rodgers &amp;amp; Hammerstein for this movie.&lt;br /&gt;
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But as much as I wanted to be like Liesl, unlike her, the one I had my crush on in this movie is not Rolf. Oh boy, my huge crush is the father aka Captain Georg von Trapp aka &lt;b&gt;Christopher Plummer&lt;/b&gt;!!! Hahahaa.... *blush&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He's handsome and a gentlemen, it's only normal for me to like him hehehe... and he sings and dances, too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hence my favorite scene muwahahahaha~~~ Unlike Liesl looking fondly at him as a father, I imagine myself looking fondly at him as my boyfie KUAKUAKUA~~~ XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know how many times I have watched this movie for, or have sung along their songs.. The guy I watched in Oprah claimed he had watched this movie for 120++ times during his period as a soldier in Vietnam War!!!! He said that this movie was his only 3-hours-escape to happiness from the events he experienced outside the camp!! Well, it's just like how Maria sings it out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The hills are alive with the sound of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With songs they have sung for a thousand years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The hills fill my heart with the sound of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My heart wants to sing every song it hears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That rise from the lake to the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My heart wants to sigh like a chime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That flies from a church on a breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To laugh like a brook when it trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And falls over stones on its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To sing through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Like a lark who is learning to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I go to the hills when my heart is lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I know I will hear what I heard before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My heart will be blessed with the sound of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I'll sing once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And so will my heart~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Auf wiedersehen ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-3133595471646329659?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/WA_w_EVSN0s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/3133595471646329659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=3133595471646329659&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/3133595471646329659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/3133595471646329659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/WA_w_EVSN0s/my-heart-goes-with-sound-of-music.html" title="my heart goes with the sound of music" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TNUy99EFG_I/AAAAAAAACX4/pXkqi7v3FMI/s72-c/the+sound+of+music.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-heart-goes-with-sound-of-music.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMRX45eSp7ImA9Wx5bF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-4985856681801156405</id><published>2010-11-03T21:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:24:44.021+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-03T21:24:44.021+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="50mm f/1.8" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flowers" /><title>purplish</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TNEcDvr0jLI/AAAAAAAACXM/deEcjpTmH_g/s1600/purple+flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TNEcDvr0jLI/AAAAAAAACXM/deEcjpTmH_g/s640/purple+flower.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I love macro, but I don't have the lens yet, so I usually cheat by applying extreme crop hehe.. However yesterday I decided to try a trick by reversing the 50mm lens.&lt;br /&gt;
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The results other showed in internet are good, but I undoubtedly failed, &amp;nbsp;blame my super shaky hands.. XD&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanna buy more flowers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-4985856681801156405?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/eOCPeTaigE8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/4985856681801156405/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=4985856681801156405&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4985856681801156405?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4985856681801156405?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/eOCPeTaigE8/purplish.html" title="purplish" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TNEcDvr0jLI/AAAAAAAACXM/deEcjpTmH_g/s72-c/purple+flower.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/purplish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCSX85fCp7ImA9Wx5bF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-2150873656970860228</id><published>2010-11-02T22:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:37:48.124+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-02T22:37:48.124+07:00</app:edited><title>raindrops keep falling on my head</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TNAiqCOUd-I/AAAAAAAACW8/u9gPCJwPb9k/s1600/raindrops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TNAiqCOUd-I/AAAAAAAACW8/u9gPCJwPb9k/s640/raindrops.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complaining&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Because I'm free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Nothin's worryin' me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-2150873656970860228?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/inVl4_2gbhA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/2150873656970860228/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=2150873656970860228&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2150873656970860228?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2150873656970860228?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/inVl4_2gbhA/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html" title="raindrops keep falling on my head" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TNAiqCOUd-I/AAAAAAAACW8/u9gPCJwPb9k/s72-c/raindrops.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8CRHc6fyp7ImA9Wx5bFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-7402928560282293496</id><published>2010-11-01T17:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:54:25.917+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-01T17:54:25.917+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i want it" /><title>jealous</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TM6N7fdVEEI/AAAAAAAACWQ/OnhZbdVNWsw/s1600/IMG_4515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TM6N7fdVEEI/AAAAAAAACWQ/OnhZbdVNWsw/s640/IMG_4515.JPG" width="491" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;This is not a recently taken picture, but I wanted to learn how to use curves in Lab Color so I used this one.. I like how it popped the color, but I guess a lil' too much for the flower.. Don't you think so? I should retry but me ish too lazy to do that hehe.. :P&lt;br /&gt;
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My brother has just come back from his office trip to Bali, and he made me dead-envious as he scuba dived in Nusa Dua and spotted razor fishes and blowfishes, which he described as, 'fugly but mad cute'! T_________T&lt;br /&gt;
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I also wanna see blowfishes.... :((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;
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Last time I fun dived in Tanjung Benoa, the instructor only took me down to 5 meters.. I was excited though there wasn't much to see, the fishes and the corals were so-so. But he dived down to 9 meters thus he spotted them and many other fishes he couldn't name.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TM6UiuGxFHI/AAAAAAAACWk/TDzFBKJzkTk/s1600/razorfish2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TM6UiuGxFHI/AAAAAAAACWk/TDzFBKJzkTk/s640/razorfish2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Razor Fish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(picture from internet)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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And this one...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TM6WaK8fTCI/AAAAAAAACWo/6dvHlt7Hu34/s1600/blowfish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="488" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TM6WaK8fTCI/AAAAAAAACWo/6dvHlt7Hu34/s640/blowfish.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blowfish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't you think it's FRIGGIN' CUTEEEE?????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Everytime I see blowfishes (image of course, not in real life) I always wanna LOL cos they always look so fucking hilarious mwahahahaha...... XDDD&lt;br /&gt;
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Argghhh....... I want&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;I want&amp;nbsp;I want!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-7402928560282293496?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/roJZaX9NjLY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/7402928560282293496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=7402928560282293496&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/7402928560282293496?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/7402928560282293496?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/roJZaX9NjLY/jealous.html" title="jealous" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TM6N7fdVEEI/AAAAAAAACWQ/OnhZbdVNWsw/s72-c/IMG_4515.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/jealous.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMRnc9fCp7ImA9Wx5bE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-4667266564529764154</id><published>2010-10-29T13:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:34:47.964+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-29T14:34:47.964+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BDS life" /><title>random questions they ask me at school</title><content type="html">Are you the new doctor?&lt;br /&gt;
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When did you graduate?&lt;br /&gt;
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From what university are you?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why did you choose dentistry?&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it good to be a dentist?&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you the new doctor? &lt;i&gt;(again)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is Sysca not working here anymore?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm embarassed with my teeth -- &lt;i&gt;k, that's not question lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm ... from class ...-- &lt;i&gt;also not a question&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate Math, can I stay here accompanying my sick friend?&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you going to extract my teeth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-4667266564529764154?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/evkyPSLNZQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/4667266564529764154/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=4667266564529764154&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4667266564529764154?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4667266564529764154?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/evkyPSLNZQ4/random-questions-they-ask-me-at-school.html" title="random questions they ask me at school" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/10/random-questions-they-ask-me-at-school.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMRXgyeip7ImA9Wx5bEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-307111832054959895</id><published>2010-10-27T21:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:46:24.692+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-27T21:46:24.692+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie" /><title>cry baby</title><content type="html">Few days ago I dug my sister's DVDs and found this movie...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be With You (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;いま、会いにゆきます&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...which was sad-ending, and I ended up weeping non-stoply.. was afraid that I had to go to the clinic with swollen eyes but thanks God, I didn't.. =.= Okay la, you never saw me crying over clinic hardships, even when I failed Oral Med.. You never saw me crying from being wounded during childhood, even when I almost broke my lower incisors. But when it comes to movies, I'm turning into such a major weeper..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, if you feel nauseous don't bother to read further and just press Alt+F4 quickly la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's why I almost never watch dramas in the cinema.. Very very occasionally, I think, unless my friends want to go together, cos I never know I might come across touching scenes. After my eyes become so watery, I hate making effort not to cry!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But this doesn't make me cry la.. It's a kind of slow-paced movie, if it fits your taste.. I don't usually like this kind cos more often I become bored to death in the first 10 minutes hehe.. but this one is different and kinda cute.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Am not feeling well this afternoon... gotta go sleep soon :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8850409805191560119-8010315643634577196?l=iammargaretha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~4/vtVt15obsUU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/8010315643634577196/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8850409805191560119&amp;postID=8010315643634577196&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/8010315643634577196?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/8010315643634577196?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/margaretha-yessi/~3/vtVt15obsUU/quotes.html" title="quotes" /><author><name>Margaretha Yessi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294257159083872690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnayPCzFNMA/TBOmPjC2j4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/0Sm9neWwBFA/S220/bubba2.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/10/quotes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMAQH8yfSp7ImA9Wx5UGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-3192119609391918143</id><published>2010-10-22T22:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:24:01.195+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-25T09:24:01.195+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BDS life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>good friday</title><content type="html">Went to the movie with Luci and Camel for &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! The story is standard, but me likey Javier Bardem hehee..&amp;nbsp;Have been liking him since he appeared in Grey's Anatomy despite his short appearance..&lt;br /&gt;
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Ohh noo.... I've mistakenly recognized him as&lt;b&gt; Jeffrey Dean Morgan&lt;/b&gt;!!! Zzzzz... how come these men look alike???! The one who played in Grey's Anatomy was actually the man on the right, Dean Morgan hahahaaaa.... XD&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I like the Italy part, made me craving so bad for thin-crust pizza!!! OMG, I also want to have the whole pan only for myself!! Where can I find it here??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I don't like the India part.. no particular reason, only because it's telling me how Liz's trying to get her spiritual balance (read: too much meditation, no travelling scene = boring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And at last.. I like the Indonesia part! Ubud is beautiful, yea... Ketut Liyer and his female assistant are funny, and both of Liz and Felipe's houses are pretty!! If someday I go back to Bali I also want to rent a place like that and spend a whole day's worth only lazying on my bed, reading books, or admiring the view. What a relaxing holiday it could be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;K, nuff of daydreaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The work in school today was fun, too. I had anticipated that the students would rebel during examination, but they didn't. They were a lil' too noisy, but it's okay and&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;manageable. Love them! :) Therefore the examination finished earlier than I thought so I had the chance to try the canteen's food hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Guess the price!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Checked Lee Hom's newest album in the mall but it still isn't there yet... Tsk tsk tsk.. what makes Sony BMG take frigging long time to release it here?!! Oh, c'monnnn.... :S&lt;br /&gt;
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