<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119</id><updated>2024-12-19T10:20:11.893+07:00</updated><category term="bla bla bla"/><category term="holiday"/><category term="BDS life"/><category term="i want it"/><category term="550D"/><category term="food"/><category term="50mm f/1.8"/><category term="camera"/><category term="friend"/><category term="movie"/><category term="music"/><category term="Canon IXUS 200 IS"/><category term="crochet"/><category term="going out"/><category term="avenged sevenfold"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="blog"/><category term="camera bag"/><category term="comeback"/><category term="cooking"/><category term="engagement"/><category term="flowers"/><category term="jakarta"/><category term="kindle"/><category term="lee hom"/><category term="pet"/><category term="wedding"/><category term="work"/><title type='text'>scribble of thoughts ;)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-1469032716687189787</id><published>2014-10-02T18:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-02T18:20:36.449+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kindle"/><title type='text'>My first e-reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
For a few while back, I had troubles with my sleeping pattern. I could not fall asleep and even if I did, I was not really sleeping and woke up few hours later with terrible groggy feeling. This stressed me out as I can not be deprived of my sleep or else I&#39;ll turn into a nasty bitch. Also, how to focus at my work if I feel lethargic throughout the day? This sleeping problem also caused me these horrid dark circles. Meh. I slab so much eye cream they still don&#39;t change. This brings out the point : cure to dark circles = a sound sleep!&lt;br /&gt;
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And this is where my Kindle comes to rescue mwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok this is a bit outdated since I got this few months ago. But I still love to bits!! Not a single time I regret purchasing this gadget, perhaps also one of my best-buys of the year hahaha. Don&#39;t talk to me about buying a tablet. I have zero interest in owning a tablet. I might as well choose my Kindle over my smartphone. Reading this for 30 mins at night before sleeping and I&#39;m guaranteed heavy eyelids afterwards. But of course it doesn&#39;t happen with adrenaline-pumping novel like Dan Brown&#39;s or Lois Lowry&#39;s omnibus etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh well.. I said I didn&#39;t regret buying this at all, but actually I do. I regret not buying the touchscreen version, Kindle Paperwhite. It&#39;s kinda troublesome to use the D-cursor to do highlight or to look up the dictionary. The Paperwhite is priced at about IDR 500K more expensive than Kindle 5, and I was tight with my budget at that time :(( Nevermind, next time got spare money can directly upgrade to Paperwhite and give this to le bf hahaha. I don&#39;t know if my boyfriend loves reading, but he has shown interest in this e-reader.&lt;/div&gt;
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Reading on an e-reader is also much much less tiring than reading on the laptop screen. Hence less strain to the eyes. I can read for 4 hours straight, the reason I stop because my neck hurts already. But not my eyes. That&#39;s not something I can do with my laptop, where I can only read for 1-2 hours the most. Do note that I say &#39;read&#39;, not &#39;browse&#39; ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;
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But do you know the most delighting point of having an e-reader?&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t need to buy paperbacks anymore and that saves me a lot of money!!&lt;/div&gt;
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That&#39;s because I download all my e-book illegally wtf *shame*. Amazon doesn&#39;t accept my CC then how la.. I of course do not encourage you to do so, if you got access then go buy the digital version, okay? Otherwise these writer will never write anymore. What&#39;s the point of working if it doesn&#39;t earn them money? But seriously. An English paperback here costs around IDR 200-300K. And that&#39;s only ONE book! I have read around 20 books in my Kindle, and that would sum to IDR 4-6 million!! Some books are worth reading for only once, but some are really impressive that I plan to collect their paperbacks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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K that&#39;s all the story of my Kindle. Next time will share my other best-buys, I&#39;m still in the period of trying and testing &#39;em out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/1469032716687189787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/1469032716687189787?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/1469032716687189787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/1469032716687189787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2014/10/my-first-e-reader.html' title='My first e-reader'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNVe7Q7QU1x3HArmEbvE0FQU0PnL36d9b7DVOpOa6sjBE8ssiPXcbaeLTUKq_bwZBga0bKqDKM7cHDIASWkWl3dTPhrJeqP3AmA1hWRu6v_eotZ3hbbJzXR88Wg86DYjM51oGGBdJjUrss/s72-c/2014-06-19-16-17-53_deco.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-9200749433671094294</id><published>2014-06-10T18:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2014-06-10T18:17:44.054+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I first re-activate this blog, I planned to post regularly like once every two or three days, but of course easier spoken than done ehehe.&lt;div&gt;
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I have received two good news today, but can&#39;t disclose it here cos I don&#39;t wanna jinx it before finalised. Let&#39;s cross finger and pray for the very best :D&lt;/div&gt;
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Bf&#39;s birthday is coming closer, and so is mine. Funny that our bdays are only two days apart. And I still haven&#39;t got presents for him. I don&#39;t really know what&#39;s he&#39;s needing now. Shoes, sandals, clothes, NOPE. Belt, wallet, pants, bag, NOPE. What I know for sure is that he needs a good partner to start up his business, but of course I can&#39;t offer that.. =.=&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the other hand, I (as any other female human in the world) always want everything money can buy hahahahaha. It&#39;s not hard to get me a present because I&#39;m well aware of what I &lt;strike&gt;want&lt;/strike&gt; need. Ask me what I want for my bday and I can give you a list of goods sorted by my preference level *noshame.&lt;/div&gt;
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I didn&#39;t really remember what I did on my birthday last year, but for this year, I want to bring my family for a dinner. Full team, that includes our bf/gf. Sadly my youngest brother will still be in Yogyakarta since it&#39;s not his full-term break. Maybe still can&#39;t afford the fancy type restaurant cos I have some bills I need to settle by the end of this month hahaha.. But it won&#39;t be another Chinese food la cos we always have it on CNY and mom&#39;s bday.&lt;/div&gt;
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Talking about dinner, I wasn&#39;t actually a family girl at the beginning. Well, I love my family of course, but never get to spend &#39;private&#39; time or share mushy-mushy feelings amongst us. I joke around with my mom and siblings, we curse at each other (siblings, not at my mom of course) ahaha.. but family dinner was very rare. It&#39;s only after I dated my current bf that I, or we, began to have regular dinner together. Because bf&#39;s family loves having dinner outside together and this kinda influences me. So I also started to bring this habit to my family as well.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/9200749433671094294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/9200749433671094294?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/9200749433671094294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/9200749433671094294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2014/06/when-i-first-re-activate-this-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-5639447218727138162</id><published>2014-05-26T18:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-05-26T18:21:36.568+07:00</updated><title type='text'>eye cream &amp; skin rambles</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is a public holiday. In fact, we got two public holidays this week, on Tue and Thu. It&#39;s kinda an ineffective working week for most companies so many of them shut their office off this week, but mine is not a company so I am still working as usual though I also take leave on red marked days.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had been very indecisive towards eye-cream buying. I&#39;m 28 this year, and I should have incorporated eye care into my routine. Taking a quick flashback, I used to be so vain and fussy with skincares, until four years ago when my skin broke out in rashes and pimples. I had been going to many doctors and they all diagnosed me with acne, but their medication never completely healed my face and instead, led to another problem which I&#39;m dealing with right now, thin red sensitive skin. During these four (torturing) years, I have never been able to take proper skincare. &lt;br /&gt;
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Cos every goddamn thing broke me out.&lt;br /&gt;
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It only seemed to work for 2 weeks the longest then it turned my skin crazy. The healing of the rash usually took longer than 2 weeks fml. This evilish cycle went on and on till I decided to stop putting on anything on June last year, because the last doctor I visited seemed hopeless and prescribed me with topical steroids to calm my angry skin. It&#39;s up to you to believe whether topical steroid addiction is real or not, but in my case, one I got used to the steroid, I couldn&#39;t NOT use it, not even a single day, or else my skin turned crazy again.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s been almost year and my skin has not completely healed. Improvement is also baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I began seeing fine lines under my eyes. I know it&#39;s not merely from me having neglected the proper care of skin around my eyes, but also exaggerated by my work and habit. I often unconsciously squint my eyes while treating my patients and when I&#39;m not treating my patients, I&#39;m never off of my computer screen f-myeyes-l hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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It kinda serves me right.&lt;br /&gt;
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So so so, this brought me back to the eye cream topic (god how much have I been digressing). I was in between buying the cream from this one usual brand I used to use (before I got that problem), but was kinda reluctant to burn my money for only one tiny pot of 15ml product. Well, this hesitation also &#39;surprised&#39; me because four years ago, I never thought twice when I wanted to buy their products. I don&#39;t know it&#39;s because I haven&#39;t skincare-shopped in so long time (hence I&#39;m no longer used to spending such an amount on a cream) or I&#39;ve finally got the sanity that that hefty amount of money are better spent on paying my assistant salary hahahaha. Did a quite good amount of research and it&#39;s concluded that even the most expensive eye cream won&#39;t be able to correct imperfections like wrinkles and dark-circles. A good quality sleep and, of course, some surgery procedures will.&lt;br /&gt;
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So yeah, I decided to go with one of the most popular drugstore brand one, which cost me one-sixth of that branded one!&lt;br /&gt;
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Viva thrifty lifestyle! Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, maybe if I eventually have more spare, I&#39;ll just succumb into their marketing gimmicks. Who knows if the expensive ones do give more stellar result than their cheaper competitors? Anti-aging products are aimed to delay/ correct aging imperfections, and as any other skincare products, the results are not meant to be visible in weeks or months.What if thirty years from now, I will look much younger if I have been religiously using the expensive skincares than the cheap ones? I don&#39;t know if I am gonna use their products only to be on the &#39;safe&#39; side, for a placebo effect. That means, if my skin does eventually sag, I already do my best with it and only cosmetic surgery can help then hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok then back to my problematic skin topic again (I&#39;m such a terrible writer LOL).&lt;br /&gt;
I often wonder when it&#39;ll eventually stop reacting and why it should have happened at the first place, on me? I didn&#39;t remember I had done anything wrong with it, I took a good care, yet it suddenly flared like crazy, and only got worse since. However, there&#39;s always hope and I never put off my hope. As I said earlier, improvements are baby steps, but every step counts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I only thank God for He&#39;s given me confidence beyond average ahahaha.. though it sometimes annoys me when people ask and then play smart by giving this and that advices. Just shut up la. Also when someone is so eager examining my face when we are crossing path. At the beginning years, I used to avoid them.. but nowadays, I stare back at their very eyes and send a threatening vibe till they glance away HAHAHA. So fun, so fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Walao, just now it occured to me, maybe my skin problem is a curse because I have spent too much money for vanity instead of charity? :O</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/5639447218727138162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/5639447218727138162?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/5639447218727138162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/5639447218727138162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2014/05/tomorrow-is-public-holiday.html' title='eye cream &amp; skin rambles'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-9147982544007506604</id><published>2014-05-23T12:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-05-23T12:29:16.280+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comeback"/><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>Oharoo...&lt;br /&gt;
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I must lick my own words heh? Saying that I closed this blog, after two years I just got back my sanity, why should I close this blog? :P&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t leave blogging at all. Yes, I have my own diary at home, safely kept in secret. But, it&#39;s really not the same with blogging ya.. As thru blogging you get that &#39;tiny bit&#39; of attention you secretly are craving for hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not that I&#39;m seeking your attention, okay?&lt;br /&gt;
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So two years from my last post fast-forward, life is kinda different. Two years ago I still didn&#39;t have a fixed workplace and didn&#39;t really know what direction I was going to pursue in my life. Now, I kinda get the image about what I want to achieve in my life. Seriously, having your own business takes so much of yourselves, but it&#39;s the also the biggest push you need to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;
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Never a single day in my past one-and-half year to be precise I did not think about my business, my cases, my clients, and every tid-bits involved in that.&lt;br /&gt;
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It has depleted my energy beyond expectation and maybe also sucked out the youth in me #gross.&lt;br /&gt;
BUT, I&#39;m happier this way!&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember I used to keep saying about studying overseas about 2-3 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;
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Just few while then I asked myself again, whether I regret for not pursuing harder for the chance or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Given the chance I would still love to go for continuing my education abroad, but at that time, I was not sure I wanted to go overseas for the sole purpose of study or I just get bored with my life and my country. The reason why I didn&#39;t fight harder was partly because I did not really want that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Partly because I was lazy la..&lt;br /&gt;
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But running my own business really puts me back into the right track. I now know what I want to do, what I want to achieve. I can even break &#39;em down in particular time-intervals hehe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dun think I&#39;m going to be like this when I was still in uni. Cos at that time, I really hated the idea of working, not the money of course, but the general idea of responsibility, commitment, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe because I&#39;m a grown up now hahaha #vomitsblood.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile, I am trying to restore some of the old entries. I used to lock &#39;em all in drafts because of the closure. Such a hardwork haih..&lt;br /&gt;
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After being missing for more than half a year, I decided to leave this blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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People change, and so do I. Many&amp;nbsp;things have happened during that six-month hiatus, and now I feel I can no longer resonate to the person who started this blog and bored you with her lame posts haha.. This blog has been with me since 2008 and had my happy, sad, boring moments contained here. However,&amp;nbsp;let the past events be in the past.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know I&#39;ll never be able to quit writing. I might blog again in the future as well, but certainly not today, not tomorrow, or even next month. And certainly not in this blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not close my Picasa, though I also doubt there&#39;ll be regular updates.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll see you when I see you! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;if you my (non-existent) readers miss me, i&#39;m only an email away at margaretha dot yessi @ yahoo dot com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/4235052792451633674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/4235052792451633674?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4235052792451633674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4235052792451633674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2012/05/im-closing.html' title='i&#39;m closing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-2737602035433520323</id><published>2011-09-20T21:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:33:03.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bag of my dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
A bag of my dream is a bag that can carry all of my junks, doesn&#39;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&#39;s versatile enough either for casual or semi formal occasions..&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t mind buying clothes so often. I don&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;http://www.hellolulu.co.id/&quot;&gt;Hellolulu&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s actually a laptop bag for 13.3&quot; laptop, with padded compartment inside (not shown in pictures below). My laptop is 14.1&quot; 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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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&#39;m actually a compartment junkie.. XD&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&#39;s small-sized haha...&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;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&#39;m gonna use this for my hand phone.&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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s waterproof and comes with a one-year guarantee. Speaking of durability, it&#39;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&#39;s even too feminine for the &#39;old&#39; me hahahha..) &amp;nbsp;and is not versatile enough for semi formal occasions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/2737602035433520323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/2737602035433520323?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2737602035433520323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2737602035433520323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2011/09/bag-of-my-dream.html' title='a bag of my dream'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AWdJ-UVcEIquvXETeBkaqGN76CGbizYAbqR_dOju7ORjw73yAUMbsdunHdLfiVdgPoIHQU8N9FsLgELq4rVa_VMA3DuaruYtVh6xDI2ntFqqNEIKo0dUAeQs8JcDfbfIVguCjlMJjL-l/s72-c/50047-04-front.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-4556491557047861104</id><published>2011-06-14T21:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:33:03.784+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bla bla bla"/><title type='text'>一個神祕的男人</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;光頭的.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&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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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&#39;t opt &#39;fly carbon free&#39; and choose your seat. I chose window seat cos I love the view of floating clouds, which I didn&#39;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&#39;s only Jakarta. I&#39;ve travelled to five other countries in my early twenties and no one was as worried as now. Though I didn&#39;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&#39;m 24 y.o. already, oh please... I was going to surf someone&#39;s couch, but Mom was extremely against it and paid me a two-nights stay in a nice hotel instead.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Perhaps somewhere else, but not in Indonesia,&quot; said her.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, mom... I don&#39;t mind. At all.&lt;br /&gt;
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I arrived at Terminal 3 Soekarno-Hatta Int&#39;l Airport, the newly-built terminal, I guess? Cos everything still looked so new and clean and well-maintained heheh... I was afraid of &#39;black taxis&#39; 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&#39;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&#39;s not &#39;crowded&#39; 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&#39;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&#39;t the one driving at that time.. xD&lt;br /&gt;
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I stayed at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lumirehotel.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Lumire Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (ex Aston Atrium Hotel). It&#39;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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Arrived back at the hotel @3pm or so.&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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s the &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&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 &#39;Orde Baru&#39; and the image of Soeharto (our former president) flashed in my mind hahahahaa....xDD&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s actually Ady&#39;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&#39;ve only ever visited TMII and that&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s logo renewal was associated with major changes, right? Why not give it a shot? Who knows it&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s a big complex exhibiting various traditional houses of Indonesia tribes, surrounding a pond of miniature of Indonesia&#39;s islands. If you can&#39;t get what I mean, check &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.tamanmini.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;世界之窗&lt;/span&gt;) in Shenzhen, China? TMII&#39;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&#39;re here to take pictures, it&#39;s best to explore the garden &lt;s&gt;of eden&lt;/s&gt; on foot, isn&#39;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&#39;t know its name.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought we&#39;re only going to see the house&#39;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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Crap.. &amp;nbsp;=.=&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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To the second house.&lt;br /&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&#39;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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To the fourth house.&lt;br /&gt;
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Met the Seulawah, the first Indonesia&#39;s carrier airplane. I don&#39;t know it&#39;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&#39;t it?&lt;br /&gt;
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On the way to the fifth house.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Ohhh couldn&#39;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&#39;s so quite and desolate there, Ady replied that it was weekday so it&#39;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&#39;s just not interesting!&lt;br /&gt;
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Visiting the first house was interesting.. but after few ones, it&#39;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&#39;s a song by &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broery&quot;&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&#39;m not a fan as well, but out of all songs in the country, why Broery&#39;s??&lt;br /&gt;
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Very. Nostalgic. TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it&#39;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&#39;t check &#39;em out... The museums had a lot more visitors (like I said earlier, school students) than the houses, so perhaps they&#39;re much more worth going..&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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t intend my post to discourage anyone from paying a visit to it hahahahaa.... Seriously I&#39;ve read some positive reviews of it. Perhaps it&#39;s just me, perhaps it&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;http://imilosophy.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&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&#39;t encounter her situation, thanks to Ady, the great company and driver, too!! Hahahaha... Hey buddy, I hope you&#39;ve recovered from flu already!! Come to Surabaya and let&#39;s go to the mountain! :D</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/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/998434964993324637?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/998434964993324637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/998434964993324637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-jakarta.html' title='Hello, Jakarta!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4CczTigHId__tiHpRkcfxthvVPPJCPJfsuHJoU4hJynqU6pE0vHDR1jN2c7-PnjVfpLWOJ6f9hwkHj7I9knwXHoa31u6g-37jeuBiaopXiaKxj4lEYo2T6xRowD03Z1a1iapQnXpwBoRS/s72-c/IMG_5672.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-1863878954264918033</id><published>2010-11-23T18:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:33:03.771+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BDS life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bla bla bla"/><title type='text'>revived</title><content type='html'>I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;s confusing, but this is EXACTLY what I want! This is EXACTLY what I&#39;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=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m back catching my old dream~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello, hard work! :))</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/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/1863878954264918033?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/1863878954264918033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/1863878954264918033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/revived.html' title='revived'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-3133595471646329659</id><published>2010-11-06T19:22:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:32:09.124+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><title type='text'>my heart goes with the sound of music</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Do, a deer a female deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Re, a drop of golden sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Mi, a name I call myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&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&#39;t say you don&#39;t cos I might faint right now haha... It&#39;s the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Do-Re-Mi&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; song from the famous musical movie&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&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&#39;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&#39;s the classic picture of the movie, showing Maria singing &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Sound of Music&quot;&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&#39;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&#39;s no single scene I didn&#39;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&#39;s no single song I don&#39;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&#39;s addict who almost hardly sit still every time she watches Chicago and Glee hehee... but I don&#39;t think you can hate this movie, it&#39;s just too lovely.. ♥ Plus, I always have a &#39;connection&#39; to the 40&#39;s to 60&#39;s, like in World War or Nazi era.. I&#39;m always fond of the settings, the clothes, the hairstyles, but I&#39;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&#39;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&#39;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&#39;t I? XDD~~&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;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=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Edelweiss&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; together. To me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;Edelweiss&quot;&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&#39;s feeling about his country. At the end when the captain whispers, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;....bless my homeland forever....&quot;&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=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;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&#39;s just like how Maria sings it out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;My heart wants to sing every song it hears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;That rise from the lake to the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;My heart wants to sigh like a chime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;That flies from a church on a breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;To laugh like a brook when it trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;And falls over stones on its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;To sing through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Like a lark who is learning to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I go to the hills when my heart is lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I know I will hear what I heard before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;My heart will be blessed with the sound of music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;And I&#39;ll sing once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And so will my heart~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&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/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/3133595471646329659?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/3133595471646329659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/3133595471646329659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-heart-goes-with-sound-of-music.html' title='my heart goes with the sound of music'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYly_-C2z9Pq5_PlLW2DY8Dgh2Nc3xPokZ-ZjA77zIUhOqDFXKC45yxa5wSASRelWC2J771sBlmY79qJ92nUNdfTy0sLIZxlaR5dOvUEZFbx8ysf3FmUSMPdweck2QQEePtfxrG5wGqC03/s72-c/the+sound+of+music.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-4985856681801156405</id><published>2010-11-03T21:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:32:09.187+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="50mm f/1.8"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flowers"/><title type='text'>purplish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6WaiZ0rsrjtq6ynmxyEnjjl9AqtJBMlm09tyNrMJjolxPU5e5Sf30jTlJTDzSH1o3CA8S_25W_c18yydN4dSoqk8v0Gyau5lUHWSH355L7YuOL7W5FVeVUvnEtXCgWZeWurkFMkcXZ0DY/s1600/purple+flower.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;428&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6WaiZ0rsrjtq6ynmxyEnjjl9AqtJBMlm09tyNrMJjolxPU5e5Sf30jTlJTDzSH1o3CA8S_25W_c18yydN4dSoqk8v0Gyau5lUHWSH355L7YuOL7W5FVeVUvnEtXCgWZeWurkFMkcXZ0DY/s640/purple+flower.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I love macro, but I don&#39;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~</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/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/4985856681801156405?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4985856681801156405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/4985856681801156405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/purplish.html' title='purplish'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6WaiZ0rsrjtq6ynmxyEnjjl9AqtJBMlm09tyNrMJjolxPU5e5Sf30jTlJTDzSH1o3CA8S_25W_c18yydN4dSoqk8v0Gyau5lUHWSH355L7YuOL7W5FVeVUvnEtXCgWZeWurkFMkcXZ0DY/s72-c/purple+flower.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-2150873656970860228</id><published>2010-11-02T22:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:32:09.074+07:00</updated><title type='text'>raindrops keep falling on my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWCJ2gCL_A9oj45B3bM7Qx4sxof9Hxm4ihGYpssQyxsNkGynWSBaczLkYSum8PSR8vxv8RJ-4IMM1cbneXQkoilhYy7k_U_oN3nn486-URYjacGMAhkEu2ds0jQmRMtkFpMRws586P9FC/s1600/raindrops.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWCJ2gCL_A9oj45B3bM7Qx4sxof9Hxm4ihGYpssQyxsNkGynWSBaczLkYSum8PSR8vxv8RJ-4IMM1cbneXQkoilhYy7k_U_oN3nn486-URYjacGMAhkEu2ds0jQmRMtkFpMRws586P9FC/s640/raindrops.jpg&quot; width=&quot;426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Cause I&#39;m never gonna stop the rain by complaining&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Nothin&#39;s worryin&#39; me&lt;/i&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/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/2150873656970860228?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2150873656970860228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2150873656970860228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='raindrops keep falling on my head'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWCJ2gCL_A9oj45B3bM7Qx4sxof9Hxm4ihGYpssQyxsNkGynWSBaczLkYSum8PSR8vxv8RJ-4IMM1cbneXQkoilhYy7k_U_oN3nn486-URYjacGMAhkEu2ds0jQmRMtkFpMRws586P9FC/s72-c/raindrops.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-7402928560282293496</id><published>2010-11-01T17:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:32:09.259+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i want it"/><title type='text'>jealous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pMQGkq59SCodIcGK7s3O7Ru6iAaGYgyXPLNu-CeRlfWO5Vww6rOHwCzB1aabXyjprUf-lp-4ULCnrLn0KVkvSNEyEJjiDf8ISRr5ep-2o_V-lYRnFOARKWX6Dn0zORjAXYmiu7DQ7yid/s1600/IMG_4515.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pMQGkq59SCodIcGK7s3O7Ru6iAaGYgyXPLNu-CeRlfWO5Vww6rOHwCzB1aabXyjprUf-lp-4ULCnrLn0KVkvSNEyEJjiDf8ISRr5ep-2o_V-lYRnFOARKWX6Dn0zORjAXYmiu7DQ7yid/s640/IMG_4515.JPG&quot; width=&quot;491&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&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&#39; too much for the flower.. Don&#39;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, &#39;fugly but mad cute&#39;! 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&#39;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&#39;t name.&lt;br /&gt;
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And this one...&lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t you think it&#39;s FRIGGIN&#39; 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!!!!</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/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/7402928560282293496?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/7402928560282293496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/7402928560282293496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/11/jealous.html' title='jealous'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2pMQGkq59SCodIcGK7s3O7Ru6iAaGYgyXPLNu-CeRlfWO5Vww6rOHwCzB1aabXyjprUf-lp-4ULCnrLn0KVkvSNEyEJjiDf8ISRr5ep-2o_V-lYRnFOARKWX6Dn0zORjAXYmiu7DQ7yid/s72-c/IMG_4515.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-307111832054959895</id><published>2010-10-27T21:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:32:09.120+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><title type='text'>cry baby</title><content type='html'>Few days ago I dug my sister&#39;s DVDs and found this movie...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be With You (&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&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=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&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&#39;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&#39;m turning into such a major weeper..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Especially sad love-themed ones... =.=&quot;&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;That&#39;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=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But this doesn&#39;t make me cry la.. It&#39;s a kind of slow-paced movie, if it fits your taste.. I don&#39;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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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Anyway, mom&#39;s asking me if I want to accompany her going to Semarang and Yogyakarta next weekend. It&#39;s only a 3D2N trip, will spend Friday in Semarang, then head to Yogyakarta on Sat and leave to Surabaya on Sun. Too short la,&amp;nbsp;I wonder if I would get tired more on the train than the sightseeing.. She said she could go by herself though, hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ohh noo.... I&#39;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&#39;s Anatomy was actually the man on the right, Dean Morgan hahahaaaa.... XD&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t like the India part.. no particular reason, only because it&#39;s telling me how Liz&#39;s trying to get her spiritual balance (read: too much meditation, no travelling scene = boring)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&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&#39;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&#39;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=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;K, nuff of daydreaming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;The work in school today was fun, too. I had anticipated that the students would rebel during examination, but they didn&#39;t. They were a lil&#39; too noisy, but it&#39;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&#39;s food hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Guess the price!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Damn, I looooveeeeee school&#39;s canteen XDD~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Checked Lee Hom&#39;s newest album in the mall but it still isn&#39;t there yet... Tsk tsk tsk.. what makes Sony BMG take frigging long time to release it here?!! Oh, c&#39;monnnn.... :S&lt;br /&gt;
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After my corned-beef addiction is over, now it&#39;s SPAM&#39;s turn!! Am marking four days now, in a row... XD&lt;br /&gt;
I usually like it thin-sliced with crispy-fried edge, but I also used to eat it right from the can hehe..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/6691431806394887157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/6691431806394887157?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6691431806394887157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/6691431806394887157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/10/junk-i-love.html' title='junk I love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7iWXcWOBzW_TvvUdfEKHRKg6xRw4YTJQc0mV-u8zgKXK4VWay26hBVbGdfDOpqiqp77MqfpFsRGxpK24RyEOiSX0r2-HGO3yW1B4zoax82mGKOJrfZ5BikXUZY1qr74Ch49-ZF5JBhFP/s72-c/IMG_4827.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-2271743248117222529</id><published>2010-10-18T20:28:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:32:09.106+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="engagement"/><title type='text'>another engagement</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I was asked by a friend to help her taking photos of her friend&#39;s engagement. What made me nervous was not because the groom was one of the national badminton player or that he won a gold medal in Beijing Olympic 2008 (pheww~), but more because I hadn&#39;t practiced with my camera at all for more than a month!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/2271743248117222529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/2271743248117222529?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2271743248117222529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/2271743248117222529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-engagement.html' title='another engagement'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDu1SdHfkXkWXZg6ZiURyMjxUAlbQwfaJCK0t_UUEC8GeSCyBPpYCZShImh9Q7-nINcPPKArNfoe847PSNq0_1uRQtH3KhkY94q2uKBuahZMMzo5cDZ_WD0vdrh72D-AVUX00ShSwFmwbP/s72-c/sansan-hendra.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-8579858891249872363</id><published>2010-09-28T16:24:00.122+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:32:09.309+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bla bla bla"/><title type='text'>things to do before 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Aaaahhh... akhirnya saya bisa bikin target jugaaaakk! Hihihi... jangka pendek sih, makanya isinya banyak senang2nya hehe.. Kalo yang agak serius saya masukin ke target jangka panjang. Tapi, itu rahasia!! :P&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;4)Participate in The Amazing Race Asia&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kalo yang ini, pengen ikut audisi nya taon depan, sebelum masuk program spesialis. Hayukk hayukk... sapa mau jadi partner saya?? &lt;i&gt;*wink wink*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lho kok? Cuman 6 doang? Iya lah, daripada banyak2 malah gak kesampaian semua.. Umur saya sekarang kan 24 ya, anggaplah setaon fullfill satu wish gitu deh haha. Semogaaa... semogaaa!! Biasanya semangat di awal doang deh, trus buntut2nya gak fokus lagi haha..&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile, most of my friends will start their specialist program soon, on Oct 4 if I&#39;m not mistaken. Congratulations, my dear! I also can&#39;t wait to start my specialist program, but the enrollment date is still on June next year!!! So bloody long, isn&#39;t it? I want to apply as a Periodontics residence in University of Indonesia. In my entire life, I had never been rejected by any school I applied, but getting into a residency program ain&#39;t as easy.. My friends who&#39;re starting their residency soon had taken the examination twice cos they failed the first one. Lucky, my ex-uni opens the enrollment twice a year so they didn&#39;t have to wait too long.. However, in my case, I do not want to fail at all, even on my first time cos waiting for the next examination is too time-wasting as I have to wait for next year till they open the enrollment again.. It&#39;s still on June though.. but I might be going there for a pre-enrollment visit hahaha... I want to make sure how the place I&#39;ll be studying in looks like... that works as a motivation booster, as well.. xDDD~&lt;br /&gt;
If you ever read my posts written when I was in BDS year, you might remember that I wanted so bad to be an oral &amp;amp; maxillofacial surgeon. That&#39;s true! I was in love with OMFS... I loved the clinic and the works, how they explained each case was the most make sense IMHO.. I didn&#39;t mind studying basic medical science, I didn&#39;t even mind studying all those tumors and neoplasias haha.. So why now not choose OMFS? Well, fyi the whole study process takes abt SEVEN YEARS and that includes night-shifts in hospital as well!!!!! When I was more idealistic, studying for seven years long was not a problem as long as I loved my job... even when my friends told me that it&#39;s bloody long, but I said I didn&#39;t care and I could bear it for the sake of being an OMF surgeon...&lt;br /&gt;
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Keliling Surabaya Utara sih.. masak taunya cuman JMP sama Gereja Kepanjen doang.. Mumpung hari ini masih libur Idul Fitri juga, jadi jalan ke sana juga sepi. Kalo hari biasa mah males, banyakan berantemnya sama supir2 bemo rese itu =.=&lt;br /&gt;
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Rencananya sih mau start dari pagi, kira2 jam 8an.. tapi ternyata saya baru bangun jam 10 sodara2... Hahahahaha.... #suckers. Akhirnya berangkat dari rumah baru jam sebelas-an deh :P Kesiangan banget, tapi untung hari ini langit berpihak padakuuu... Mendung euy, pas pula..gak sampe gelap gimana.. Sip!&lt;br /&gt;
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Jalanan ke sana juga sip! Suepiiii pol, dan yang paling penting..... BEBAS bemo2 siyalan ituh.. &amp;nbsp;hehe... Biasanya kalo dari rumah ke Pasar Atom butuh waktu sekitar 30 menitan, kali ini gak sampe.. &lt;i&gt;Pokoke &lt;/i&gt;lancar jaya, &lt;i&gt;cui&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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Surabaya Utara ini termasuk kota tua. Banyak bangunan peninggalan Belanda dan letaknya mepet banget sama daerah Pecinan, and you know I&#39;m a sucker for this combo hahaha...&amp;nbsp;Spot pertama yang pengen saya kunjungi adalah &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jalan Gula&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Itu looo... yang sering jadi spot prewedding atau photoshoot. Dulu saya pernah sekali nyasar ke daerah situ.. tapi wong namanya nyasar, ya gak inget dong kalo disuruh balik ke sana lagi. Apalagi daerah situ kan mayan &lt;i&gt;mbulet &lt;/i&gt;dan banyak jalur yang cuman ngebolehin kendaraan jalan satu arah doang. Jadi, kalo tempat yang mau dituju udah kelewatan, ya kudu muter jauh... (Iya gak sih? Apa saya yang emang ga tau jalannya, ya? Hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;
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Mayan lama lo nyari Jalan Gula-nya.. Pake nyasar ke Jalan Bongkaran pula. Banyak trailer2 ekspedisi yang untungnya, hari ini cuman parkir, gak keliweran... Bayangin kalo jalan pas hari kerja trus mobil saya dipepet sama gajah2 itu T_T&lt;br /&gt;
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Baru sekali ini looo, saya melewati &lt;b&gt;Kembang Jepun&lt;/b&gt; alias Pecinan-nya Surabaya, hehehe... Kenapa? Ya soalnya kalo hari biasa nih tempat crowded luar biasa, males euy hihihi :P&lt;br /&gt;
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Setelah mayan lama muter2 akhirnya ketemulah si Jalan Gula. Ternyata tempatnya biasa aje, sodara2!! Hikssss... Apanya yang bagus ya? Memang sih rumah2 di situ masih asli bikinan Belanda, daun pintu dan jendela nya juga.. Tapi gak se-eksotis bayangan saya sih.. Apa Jalan Gula yang saya lewatin tadi gak sama dengan Jalan Gula yang dibuat prewedding itu ya?? xD&lt;br /&gt;
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Ya udah deh akhirnya cabut lanjut keliling2 deh. Sempat lewat satu kelenteng imut nan lucu di Jalan Selompretan. Pengen turun dan foto2, tapi takut kalo gak dibolehin. Benernya kalo bukan umat situ, boleh gak sih dateng ke sana buat motret2 doang gak pake sembahyang?? Kalo boleh saya juga pengen ke Kelenteng Boen Bio di Jalan Kapasan yang historis itu hehe..&lt;br /&gt;
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Terussssss.... terusss nyetir sampe keluar di Jalan Karet (kalo gak salah). Nah, di ujung Jalan Karet ini kan jadi semacam tempat pengepulan besi tua, tapi yang ini lebih spesifik barangnya.. tuh, drum2 bekas-nya Pertamina... buanyaaakkkkkkk banget di sini, warna-warni, dan ditumpuk2 sampe tinggi banget, lebih cocok jadi &lt;i&gt;facade &lt;/i&gt;rumah deh hahaha... Pengennya sih saya potret.&lt;br /&gt;
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Baru juga mepetin mobil, eh langsung muncul tole2 Madura... niatnya jadi juru parkir dadakan!! Pwehh.. Males banget lah. Akhirnya gak jadi parkir, saya langsung cabut jalan lagi dah.. Dasar tole2 asemm.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;
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Trus sempat pengen mampir ke Makam Peneleh juga... Gak kok, saya gak nyekar... juga gak semedi, apalagi nyari wangsit buat nomor togel. Niatnya ya poto2 lah.. Makam Peneleh ini kan makamnya orang Belanda. Tau style cemetery ala Eropa gak, yang banyak salib2 dan patung2 malaikat? Nah, makam Peneleh ini mirip2 gitu lah, tapi (sayangnya) dalam keadaan yang lebih jelek... lha wong orang sini gak bisa ngerawat. Masak tadi pas saya lewat sana, makamnya itu hampir gak keliatan sama sekali dari jalan.. Bukan karena pagarnya yang tinggi, bukan karena pagarnya tembok pula... tapi karena ketutupan sama gerobak2 sampah. Keterlaluan gak sih?! Sudah gitu patung2 malaikatnya banyak yang hilang juga.. jadi ya gak keliatan cantik lagi.. Swt! Pada maling semua...&lt;br /&gt;
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Lha itu!! Saya kan pergi berdua doang sama adek saya yang cewek.. Secara cuman kita berdua, cewek2 pula, dan daerah yang saya kelilingin tadi termasuk daerah yang banyak orang Madura-nya, akhirnya kita gak berani turun mobil dan foto2 deh... T___________T&lt;br /&gt;
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Habisnya, bener2 sueeeppiii pi!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Emang asyik... bisa ngebut... gak ada bemo... harusnya kalo mau motret2 juga bebas... gak ada yang ngeliatin...&lt;br /&gt;
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Tapi, yah... kalo ada kenapa2 juga, gak ada yang nolongin, kan??!! Biar kata di situ juga banyak perumahan warga, mau teriak sampe pita suara putus, kalo yang punya rumah pada pergi liburan atau pulang kampung juga gimana dong??! *parno*&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekarang jalan2 dulu..&amp;nbsp;Laen kali ke situ rame2 ah.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/652946961682344944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/652946961682344944?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/652946961682344944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/652946961682344944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/09/keliling-surabaya-utara.html' title='keliling Surabaya Utara'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgG6IfBr_tUMs8i4UqgzlMtCnhQE90tm3QIbI3eYyatGWNWCVcSzrbWaza-zcp9mWUPQ3ODSbvEf7cmJ4MVu4lMseNq8FeOmRpPNyX7ThslxgVVl4POa83HIoXUzINWtGsIvQfV9kyVuf3/s72-c/33nua06.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-3490064988379001843</id><published>2010-09-10T22:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:32:09.145+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food"/><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Teeheee~ a short holiday for Eid Raya finally. However, as for me everyday is like a holiday, this time doesn&#39;t feel as special as previous years - as when I was in school and mad busy with clinic requirements. If you don&#39;t suffer, you won&#39;t know how to enjoy it haha.. ;) Work starts again on Monday, some offices open on Wednesday.. For me, the sooner the better, I&#39;m freaking bored already.. Not that I hate holiday la, but I think I have had too much spare time now that I think I don&#39;t need a holiday. Well, at least not in this month, not in next month as well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Today we had a family dinner to celebrate my sis &amp;amp; bro&#39;s birthday. Theirs were on Aug 28, but because my brother was still in Yogyakarta at that time, we postponed and just had it today. Went to our favourite restaurant but I was disappointed they didn&#39;t have the shrimp I had been craving for days.. T__T But I finally managed to try the newly-opened&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.shihlinsnacks.com.tw/&quot;&gt;Shihlin Taiwan Street Snacks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They had been available in Jakarta since quite long time ago, but just opened their very #1 counter in Surabaya only few weeks ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;My favouritest had to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;超大雞排&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;aka&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;XXL Cripsy Chicken!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Took the picture from its web cos I didn&#39;t take any. Omg, IT&#39;S DELIRIOUSLY YUMMY!!!! It&#39;s super tasty, garlicky, and full of MSG-laden goodness!!!!! I&#39;m salivating and my stomach is growling again as I&#39;m typing this post now..... T_T It&#39;s weird enough that when I was in Taipei I also went to several night markets, &amp;nbsp;but I didn&#39;t remember I&#39;d ever had this snack. I think what I only had there were dough fritters and a kind of oyster dish, which was shitty thus made me hesitate to try another dishes.. But a friend told me that it shouldn&#39;t taste that bad and perhaps I picked the wrong seller.. Whatever la!&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ji pai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;FTW!!!&lt;/b&gt; Hahahaha...&amp;nbsp;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Oh yeah, these few days the weather was too friendly... The air is cool, sky is shady... only make me stick to my bed even worse haha.. But tomorrow I&#39;m gonna take a walk&#39;!! I think since it&#39;s a Raya, then mostly people are going to relatives&#39; house rather than taking walk on the street. So yeah, I hope the streets are pretty empty...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Will I have enough will?? We&#39;ll see ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Few days ago, our family almost adopted a puppy. Well... almost I say, I even had posted about that here though I then erased it cos yeah... eventually, we didn&#39;t adopt him. We had never had dogs before.. I once raised a rabbit when I was in elementary school, and then 6-7 years ago our family had fishes but they&#39;d also been long gone.. Ever since, we never took care of any animals till now. But when we found this puppy on the street, wandering nowhere, alone, mom got no options than taking him back home to save him.. At least to give him a better shelter first...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;He looked tired, untreated, sad, and unwell.... He was actually sick, found out after we brought him to a vet the next day. He told me that he&#39;s having a mild diarrhea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;About two hours later from the vet, I brought him immediately to Camel&#39;s house.. That&#39;s because when he arrived back at home, he wasn&#39;t unwilling to eat at all and just lied on the floor like picture above. We were clueless about dogs and we were scared that this poor little thing would die on our hands..=.= On the other hand, Camel with four dogs and one bird, whose house was gonna soon turn into a mini-zoo, sure knew how to handle this creature very well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Surprisingly, soon as we arrived at Camel&#39;s, he became healthier. He enthusiastically explored Camel&#39;s house and even peed on several spots.. =.= This was how he looked like after 7 hours in Camel&#39;s hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/center&gt;I knowww... I knoww.... it&#39;s not your cup of tea.. :P</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/863343058021567792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/863343058021567792?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/863343058021567792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/863343058021567792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/08/klepek-klepek.html' title='klepek-klepek'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850409805191560119.post-1393022162016026616</id><published>2010-08-24T20:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-10-03T18:32:09.031+07:00</updated><title type='text'>blipping</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m still aliveeee, haha... Instead of blogging, I&#39;m addicted to blipping now hehe.. It&#39;s so nice to post my photos there and get some feedbacks from fellow members. Unlike here, I&#39;m like talking to myself and rarely getting feedbacks.. but guess that&#39;s because I only have very few readers, eh?? Hahaha.. nvm la.&lt;br /&gt;
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You guys please check out my blip account : &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;http://blipfoto.com/toofytoof&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and let me know what you think :)&lt;br /&gt;
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For me it&#39;s just very addictive :P</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/feeds/1393022162016026616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8850409805191560119/1393022162016026616?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/1393022162016026616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8850409805191560119/posts/default/1393022162016026616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iammargaretha.blogspot.com/2010/08/blipping.html' title='blipping'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>