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These two shots of the same spot were taken with the same camera, same lens, almost the same settings, at approximately the same hour of the day, yet five months apart.The season has decidedly changed, from dry to rainy one. The difference of mood and overall tone is astounding.Oftentimes, when we travel to some place, we just have to make do with whatever in front of us. We can't be lucky all

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You know in movies, when the main protagonists are losing their loved ones, how they’d lament and wish they could spend one more day together, and then cue some sort of tear-jerking orchestration. I’ve always thought that those kind of scenes were a tad too melodramatic.How wrong was I.Apparently, there’s nothing like losing your family, mothers, fathers, sons or daughters, sisters and brothers.

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At first, I thought it was only me. But if you were elementary schooled in Indonesia during the 80 and 90’s perhaps you are familiar with it too. I am talking about the formulaic recipe of drawing Indonesian scenery.At one point or another we probably drew bright blue sky, two mountains and a sun, green rice field to the left and right of an asphalt road. The variations generally on the shading

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A couple of weeks ago, some old high school friends took a trip back to Magelang to inspire the ‘would be graduates’ currently in their third grade. It has been a tradition for sometime now and I’m proud to say that the bond between alumni and the high school is as strong as ever.I was told that the event was a big hit. A student came to contact me online via one of those social networking site

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What makes us laugh really? The easy answer would be; something funny. Although one could also questions what defines which are funny and which ones are not. The definition differs between each person with time and place as a variable.A psychopath like Joker might laugh at the scary sight portrayed in the face of his victims, something that most normal people wouldn’t find funny in the slightest.

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In some alumni gathering by my university, there’s several sessions of seminar by older members. Usually they’re business owners or directors of some ‘big’ national company. Their grief was most of the same concerning the younger generation; that is the lack of ‘ready made’ graduates from our educational system in general.They claim that most of the new intakes are awkward and not necessarily

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For the past six months, we’ve been tremendously helped by our maid. Bu Sri is her name. She is around forty years old and obviously quite an educated widow. She dressed up well, wears glasses, and her mannerism is different from conventional domestic helper that we know of.In fact, one of our neighbors thought that she’s the owner of our house and we actually rent the room from her. We told them

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Kami cinta dan bangga padamu. Semoga di hari-hari ke depan bisa menjadi lebih baik lagi.

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Continuing a tag from Mbak Anita, with a theme of “Age That I Wish to Get Back to and Why?” I insist on returning to the year of 1994. That year saw a mixed blessing for me indeed. There were so many things that I would just love to do differently. The following story is one of them.Indonesians around my age bracket must be familiar with the term Penataran P4. It is basically a short one week

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Several times I’ve observed some children who sing in the bus mixing some Christian and Muslim songs in their play list. I wonder if this is a street smart trick to broaden their target market or somebody teaches those poor kids random songs with them oblivious about the true meaning of the lyrics.Anyway, I have a mixed feeling to see children wandering around dangerous places at night and hop

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A dear friend asked me last week about the apparent lack of update in my blog. I jest and said that, apparently, my life is not ‘that’ interesting. We both laughed.Come to think of it, my life is indeed so ordinary. There is not much going on, which is something that I’m always thankful for. Changes usually throw me out of balance and I’ve always been slow in adapting to any major transformation.

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Rewind back six months ago, we were living in this small rent studio in Pejompongan. For around seven years there’s hardly any mosquito manage to sip our blood.Almost every night we could sleep soundly bar isolated events where the neighboring couple was fighting and throwing some dishes or some teenagers decided to play guitar loudly in the hallway.Those were some simpler times.A couple of

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Tiredness crept in mercilessly the other night; I slept in a taxi on my way home. The cab driver already missed two toll exits when I woke up. I had shut eye for merely five minutes and by then we were so far away heading for Bandung.Grouchily, I asked the cabbie to find the nearest exit and look for a return way home. I felt I’ve explained it clear enough about our destination. Alas, he claimed

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I'd really appreciate any comment, suggestion, critique and feedback on this entry. It is a work in progress and I'm hoping to replace all the photos and the articles inside with my own once I get to visit every spot, finger crossed.

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Hi, Sorry for this. I'm testing the new comment system from Disqus. I think it's kinda cool, you might want to try it on your blog too.It may be a hassle in the earlier comments, but the system will remember your and visitors' previous data, so we won't have to type our credential anymore. The good thing about this comment system is the direct reply to each post in a threaded manner. It's more

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I barely escaped an accident this fine morning. Apparently, my ojek driver was totally distracted by sight of a woman in her translucent nightgown sweeping near the roadside. The driver likes what he saw too much, he missed an oncoming sedan from the opposite corner.Our bike kissed the sedan face to face. I have to admit both drivers were pretty quick with their reflex. By chance, we all escaped

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Someone who shall remain nameless (pssst, unless you click on this link) tagged me the other day. The title in question is ‘What age do I wish to get back to, and why?’. Friendly word of caution, this entry will be very personal. I might bore you to death; quickly skip it while you still can.Well, I haven’t heard anyone actually invented the time machine as of late, but if some one did, I would

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Several weeks ago, I met an old friend. We were sort of best buddies way back then. Since junior high, we went to different high school. After a good 18 years, we meet again in Jakarta. He was always of the brash kind, never shy to speak his mind out of anything.The meeting went as usual. Although, there are some excerpts of the conversation that was rather disconcerting for me. Here it goes:Him:

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The description of couch potato suits me very well. I spend more than half time of the week to watch any kind of stuff from that idiot box.I used to read a lot, not anymore.Although I’m OK with watching the TV by myself, it could be fun watching it with the wife. She is not the type who asks who is the bad guy in The Matrix, however she has a pretty eclectic and difficult taste of her own.Friends

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Baptism by fire is what we call it. Every year our high school orders the students to march 40 km following the footsteps of the Late General Sudirman during our struggle for Independence in 1948.It was a gruelling task. We stopped only at nights and slept in some tents deep inside the forest. Yet we marched on, motivating each other all the way. We were only young and full of spirit.To be honest

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Trying to avoid post power syndrome, my parents decided to open a tiny Mom & Pops Store following their retirement. It’s rather fortunate that we have a corner house back in Makassar. Soon after finishing renovation the little store ready to sell random stuffs from butter and eggs, to tooth picks.They were running pretty OK during the first couple of years. Since Dad still has his pension from

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My mind was perplexed reading about Hillary Clinton’s 20 million USD of personal debt. Now there’s this call from Obama asking his party member to donate their hard earned cash for the already wealthy Clinton family.Further reading about election, I found out that around 200 trillion IDR from the national budget would be used for 33 Governors and 473 Mayors and Regents Election.That is an

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Two years ago out of boredom, I look up and tag some special places on Google-Earth. Surprisingly the data is still there and wikimapia.org. Seeing all these places from above is like seeing through a porthole into our past. Where did we grow up? What is it like now? How did it shape us as a person?I was born in this very remote and dusty little town called Pomalaa, south east of Sulawesi.

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There was this gorgeous babe living in the Citarum’s riverbank. Dayang Sumbi was her name. She has a hobby of knitting beautiful stuff for her father, The Emperor.One day her tool fell down and rolled outside the house. Out of laziness, she swore to the Almighty that whomever kind enough to bring her that precious tool back, she would give a fantastic reward.The promise was to marry the person if

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I’m a little embarrassed by the fact that my first dabble on music was of NKOTB. To be fair they have the right stuff to make a pimple-faced teenager like me hangin' tough amidst the awkwardness of puberty.To compensate the lameness factor, I also forced my self to listen to some Sepultura and Metallica. Let’s just say parents and neighbors weren’t that impressed.As I grew older, Bon Jovi and

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Photo by Kal MullerBack in my hometown, our neighbor is from Tana Toraja. Two of their eldest sons are about my age, so we sort of grew up together. They’ve been telling me stories and legend about the magical and mysterious Toraja. Stories that still fascinates me to present day.How dead people walk themselves to their graves. Buffaloes that keep fighting long after they have been beheaded.

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Fresh out of a semi military school, we were trained to be a bunch of gallant individual. You know the lot that opens the elevator doors for women, not staring at cleavages, and always give our seat to senior citizens, the handicapped, and women in particular pregnant ones.Jakarta however has this power to change my set of fine etiquettes into one with a more sinister brand. Of course, I still

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I have always wondered how vast our earth is. A quick search on Google tells me that it's approximately 510,072,000 km². Boy, is that huge.Imagine my surprise a couple of fine morning ago when I was just so unsuspecting, all smiling, riding on an ojek, a little birdie decided to drop its fecal matter right into my freshly ironed shirt.We were probably traveling around 20 km/hours and then

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PS: Friendly advise, if you're not in the mood for anything somber I suggest you skip this, because it's one sad story.Today would be my late sister's 29th birthday. Yuni passed away seven years ago, just 12 hours before my wedding, after months struggling to battle cancer.Out of her request, me and my then girlfriend decided to get married earlier in hope that she gets to see her brother tied

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I’ve always been one to weigh my words carefully, as if they’re diamonds. Sometimes it might be tempting to just blurt out any rant and opinion that cross my mind.Yet I’ve always failed to do so, like there’s a switch that flick to the side of caution every time the urge for expletives is increasing.That goes double for emails and any other written communications, especially blogs. It's all too

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A Man with Ukulele singing What a Wonderful WorldI’ve got to make this very quickly for there are monsters looming large and their shadows are hovering ominously above us.In a long and boring commute, people would do anything to occupy their mind. Some are busy reading paper, some are listening to audio player, a few stare vacantly to the window outside, but most prefer sleeping.One phenomenon

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Been thinking about how to make some extra cash on the side by doing what I love. It's not going to be the first time. I’ve had some moonlighting episodes in the past.I just stopped doing that these couple of years. I figure quality time for myself is just so priceless, and I didn’t want to waste it merely for a few extra bucks.Some people have the luxury to do things they love full time. I used

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Some of Alfred Russel Wallace – The famous British Naturalist – most pleasurable moments in life were spent in Bantimurung. It is no overstatement as the name of the area itself, Bantimurung, loosely translated as a place to overturn sadness.Notes of his alluring account in “Malay Archipelago” prompt many archeologists and lepidopterists to visit and observe the kingdom of butterflies he

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Was having a major crush with someone in my 1994 batch. Three years I think it took me to get over her. During those darker days I am so sure it was love. I was such a hopeless romantic back then. Ah, the level of naivety still have me chuckle and purple until now.I remember she asked me during one outing, what gets me attracted to a girl. My answer was … “the hair” ! What kind of dimwitted lame

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I was just toying with the remote control, changing the channels, when something very peculiar shown on the TV. A woman, complete in her authentic Javanese Kebaya, was singing as a sinden. What’s amazing is that, she is not a Javanese, not even Indonesian. She is in fact a leggy Caucasian woman born in Wisconsin, USA.She was sitting there among the other sindens and belted some pitch perfect

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Everyday I go to the office using a commute called omprengan. We’ll venture more about omprengan in the coming days. Right now, I’d like to share with you a rather uncomfortable experience in my ride to the office these past few days.Basically omprengan is a mini van type of car, like Suzuki Carry or Daihatsu Zebra. Two sit in front with the driver, four in the middle, and six in the back. I know

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You know that unavoidable moment when your wife asks you to be a little more frequent in saying that you love her. I wonder if my country Indonesia could speak, She'd asks the same out of all the people who born, live, breathe, feed, and love in Her bosom.From now on, I promise to proclaim my love for Indonesia a bit more often. For no particular reason really. I just love this country so much,

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Lamb YumWe dine in Ritz Carlton last week. Ira crave the teppanyaki ice cream and I've been dying for some big delicious prawns.It was rather empty when we arrived. Packed full not long after, with families and couples alike. Overall, twas an OK meal, I am too easily full nowadays for my liking.There are quite a few dishes I haven't pillage. The pasta has gone downhill since the last time we

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I gotta hand it to the current administration. They are very slick in using this whole Ahmadiyah FPI saga as a smokescreen for the 35% rise of fuel price.Now everyone and their English speaking dog is crying in unison for the banning of these FPI thugs and forgetting already about the petroleum hike.It's funny and amusing how the local blogdom react to some members of the aptly named National

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Not a great deal of people aware that the world’s longest literary work is not the Harry Potter series. That title belongs to the unheralded piece of an ancient scribble named I La Galigo. It is a vast epic and stirring saga of heroes, forbidden love, gods versus demons, and the eternal battle between good and evil.Some sources even mention that it’s around twenty times longer than the Homer’s

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Almost 2 years have past since the last journal. A lot have happened but to be honest I'm not sure they'll make a good reading. The last couple of weeks however, something tickled me to do this time consuming and not necessarily productive blog trawling. My life was sailing along real fine, now I'm starting to miss deadlines and end up arguing some insignificants with strangers over the

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Chicken porridge is one of my favorite dish and for the past 11 years I have them for breakfast on a regular basis be it when I was in Bandung until now working in Jakarta. They are usually provided in some mobile food stalls ingeniously named kaki lima (five legs) patrolling across the streets from rural urban area to the shadow of skyscrapers in the central business districts, offering various

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Ain’t living in the internet era is a grand. People can always do some online test, and put it in their blog, journal, site, or whatever and proclaimed that they’re this and that. We bypass these thousands of years proven tradition of socializing. Back when people judge and mark us by our ability to perform and act in real life. Now we can always tick some boxes and easily claim that we are a

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A short message early in that morning from my sister deliver the ill-fated news. One of our closest aunt has passed away after months struggling from cancer. I was deeply saddened because it’s just no more than two months ago she was bursting in tears hugging me tight on her wheelchair when I visit her during my holiday. She could barely moved at that time, her usually lively and cheerful self

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Life isn’t just all about the endings, is it? It’s a series of continuous moments (unless probably when the judgment day has come obviously). So when we see Tom Hanks and his son finally meet Meg Ryan on top of The Empire Building, or when Hugh Grant rush to the conference room and admits to Julia Robert about being a daft prick, I really would like to know what’s next lie waiting for them.

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Having a lil smidgen of extra money from some moonlighting activities afford us a bit of durian party at home, during the weekend. That juicy and extra sweet fruit isn't one would call a delicacy, as the aftertaste seems rather too strong for some people especially westerner.Knowing how to pick the right fruit always becomes a tricky part. Luckily the guy who assisted us yesterday really knows

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Another traffic jam, another chat with the cabbie. I should make a series out of this. They said in a movie somewhere that cab drivers are good judge of characters, second only to bartender. They’ve probably met thousands of different people behind their wheel. Anyway, luckily this time the driver only had a bearable mild body odor. Wouldn’t it be even more miserable trapped in the traffic jam

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Last nite, when facing traffic jam on my way home I had a small talk with the cab driver. It’s been three times though the same subject mentioned with the same tone. They miss the old Suharto’s regime. Not surprisingly, they were all talking about how situation were much better during those days and how much development and prevalent economical welfare felt by the people on ‘almost’ every

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I was on a meeting with quite a prospective client, when my pen suddenly ran out of ink. It’s pretty embarrassing to borrow pen from your client’s secretary. She gave me that peculiar condescending looks and probably thinking what was I doing meeting with a torn white peace of paper and a rubbish pen to a big boss like hers. Luckily when it’s my turn to present the pages in computer the clients (

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I’ve been working on multimedia for more than six years now. I love my job and still really passionate about it. Nevertheless for quite sometime now, I’ve been very thirsty of knowledge in promotions and advertising world, especially TV commercials. We are all influenced to some degree by advertisement and other forms of promotion. From the more conventional way of radio and television ad, to the

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I read somewhere that people generally are divided into two kinds, Bosses and Workers. This has nothing to do with Kiyosaki’s Cash flow Quadrant, where he states about the four kind of workers: Employees, Self-Employed workers, Business Owners, and Investors. The first statement I took (from a particularly forgettable book) just to make my next paragraphs sounds credible.I had a sister who will

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An SMS from my youngest cousin got me thinking real hard. She asked whether I can pay some of her college tuition, because her father and mother is now retired and it’s a pity if she would have to quit her school only because of that. I understand what they have been through and if this had come a year earlier I would not have to think twice to help her. For almost a year now I’ve been giving

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It’s no secret that there’s always a battle going on over who’s in charge of the remote control in a small family with only one telly. That is also what happened in my home for the last three years. I had that battle with my sisters during my bachelor era although only in small frequency since I studied in a boarding school. Now it’s my wife’s turn. We had a peaceful pact before but since the

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We know them all too well. We’ve been watching them together for more than eleven years. They define the ‘must’ in “must see TV”. Indeed, we’re talking about the gang of six, Monica, Rachel, Phoebe, Ross, Joey, and Chandler. Yeah, Friends, for ten years, their life’s, love’s, and wacky antics have provided the water cooler buzz on each morning we had our coffee break or in between dinner talks.

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Anyone can give up; it's probably one of the easiest things there is to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if we decided to step back, that's the mark of true strength.To be honest this is probably the summary of what I shall and must do in life. There are things that should be accepted as it is. There are also things that if you have courage and willingness to fix

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"It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world."Well, this time it’s not a butterfly’s wing rather a 8.9 Richter tremor and fleets of 15 m tsunami swept the south east Asia, claimed over 150,000 innocent lives along its way. The aftershock coverage shows us, from English premier star footballer to Afghan

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When I was alone in places like the airport lounge or cafe just waiting for clients, I remember thinking how I rarely making up fantasies anymore. I used to do that, a lot. Be it a fantasy to be a Nobel prize winner, be able to fly away like a bird, creating a teleporter appliance that can beam me to places, become an unparalleled kungfu master, or to some extent having a romantic encounter with

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The people we work together with is not exactly our choice in the first place. Yet probably we spend more time with them than actually with our family. While all we've got in common is mostly the fact that we walk on top of the same bit of carpet, or share the same coffee mugs for around eight hours a day. And during that eight hours a day so many things could happen. There's friction, laughter,

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Okay, so they've left Jakarta. It was kinda sad, because this last few weeks have been filled with plenty of new experiences for me too. I've written about their very first days arriving from Milan. The next day, they went to Cilantro at BNI Tower with the guys and girls from Jakarta office. And word has it that, after enjoying luxurious dinner, some of them went to stadium and introduce the

Rishardanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11485477471166739346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1805859.post-1096366794132355222004-09-28T17:14:00.004+07:002008-06-20T17:00:54.130+07:00

I just had me a haircut yesterday. My wife has repeatedly told me not to cut it, or cut it in some good barbershop not in some unknown Padang style hairdresser.Only this time I was being stubborn, also because the place is near, so I went to this small and very grungy yet not necessarily hygiene barber instead.I mean look at the ratio, if I go to some fancy one it would cost me more than Rp.

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Geez louise, this is eerie... The recent fever of posting journals in friendster and multiply reminds me of this long lost and forgotten blogspot. hm ... i have to admit do not have the habit and patience to write journals regularly like some other so don't hold your breath waiting for a new post any time soon after this.Anywho, let me contemplate more about this journal thing. it's kinda

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Phew, man it's the end of the year and it's very hot here in my office, the guys take off their tee shirts hahaha, me too, some one walks in and they would think we're having an orgy here...anyway... hm... should i start a resolution right now or what, perhaps later... it is not my habit anyway... not used to do that crap...Hey, perhaps i could change the lay out a bit huh...just checkin' okey...

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Whow... it's blogger,recently i've been working on my new Rishardana Studio's and i thought man, it would be nice to update everyday... perhaps just some small remark or quote... and what else can do that beside this fine b logger...hm, this is my first post ... so i think it's just gonna be short and un-oriented :) nevermind...Anyway... it's saturday, two days into the new millenium and i have

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