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mar
31, 2004 
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and
yesterday, i got these postcards...
one is from nunuk
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he had vacation in bangkok
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'gratisan' postcard from his hotel  * |
the
other is from emil
in victoria,
canada
with the
picture of the inner
harbour at
dusk, and the |
city's
parliament building as the background.
i think it will take
me one hundred years
 to read 
one
hundred
years of solitude.
the
link to my old guestbook 
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mar
30, 2004 
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mission:
trip to lombok
start: march 19, 16:30
end: march 25, 9:00
location: a 'villa'
surounded by gas station, highway, rice filed, corn field,
and other kind of fields.
activity: being lazy
someone i wanted to meet the
most: azzam
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enemies: geckoes, mice
tv  :
more
channels
than i got in bali
movies: no movies at all
books:
lesson from the trip:
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come
earlier to the airport |
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bring
more books |
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genocide
for geckoes and mice are extremly needed |
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mar
29, 2004 
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last
friday
petitenget
beach
at night
parked by the temple
crossed the bridge
walked by
the beach
passed la
luciola
walked...
walked...
passed the
legian
walked...
walked...
walked...
passed kudeta
passed unidentified
dark area
passed the oberoi
a 'river'
ended the journey
walked back
sat by a daybed at the
legian
looked up the
sky
watched stars
constellation
watched arriving and departing planes
told ghost stories
silence...
silence...
went home after i started sneezing
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mar
25, 2004 
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hari
jumat minggu lalu,
19 maret...
temen gue1: kenapa lo ga naek pesawat yg malem
aja?
gue: pesawat terakhir ke lombok jam setengah lima
temen gue1: ah gue tau. pasti airport di lombok
blm ada listrik-nya, jadi semua pesawat udah hrs mendarat sebelum
gelap
temen gue2: jangan salah. airport di lombok itu
ga pake listrik, tapi pake obor. eksotis gitulah.
ke airport dianter temen gue.
temen gue: berapa lama ke lombok?
gue: 15-20 menit-lah
temen gue: deket gitu. kalo gitu ngapain naik
pesawat? berenang aja!
sampe airport. masih santai
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ambil troli, bawa barang, ke tempat check-in. kok tulisannya
'closed'?  . tanpa
liat jam, gue pikir: ah paling kepagian. masih
santai .
ada pengumuman: attention please... attention please...
blablabla... is now boarding. masih
santai .
liat tiket, kok yg tadi disebutin nomor penerbangan gue???!!
mulai panik 
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nyamperin tempat check-in yg ada tulisan 'closed'-nya, untung
masih bisa, masukin bagasi, ambil boarding pass, langsung lari
pontang panting.
bayar airport tax *ugh! 
gue gak
pernah rela
bayar airport tax*. lari pontang panting lagi.
di dlm pesawat 
gue dapet tempat duduk diantara turis2 ostrali yg amat
sangat ribut.
nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu
nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu nunggu. tapi kok gak
berangkat2?? akhirnya
pramugarinya ngasi bocoran: ada pesawat vvip (pesawat kepresidenan)
yg mau take off, sebelum mereka take off, gak boleh ada yg ngeduluin
*blah*  .
kalo aja gue liat kalender
bali
yg isinya penuh ramalan hari2 baik, gue yakin hari jumat tgl
19 maret itu bukan
hari baik
 utk melakukan
perjalanan.
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mar
19, 2004 
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je
ne suis pas ici
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mar
19, 2004
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gue
baru sadar kalo hari raya nyepi itu bermanfaat:
bikin org2 terpaksa keluar
dari pulau
daripada bosen ,
jadinya kan ada alesan buat gue biar bisa liburan
lagi. |
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tempat2
yg diserbu
org sebelum nyepi:
- supermarket: siap2
stok makanan krn ga bisa keluar & semua tempat bakal
tutup
- tempat sewa film:
rak2 film di zeenemax begitu kosongnya akibat org2 pada
kalap
- hotel: walaupun
tetep ga bisa keluar, kalo di hotel kan masih bisa jalan2
di dlm komplek hotel. |
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lagi
di
pantai
sama temen
gue
temen gue: pinjem
kameranya dong, gue mau motret
gue: *ngasi kamera*
temen gue: gimana
neh cara makenya
gue: pake menu yg judulnya 'beach' aja
temen gue: bitch?
kamera elo ada menu 'bitch'-nya?? wah beli dimana? gue
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the
side-effect
of reading
under
the tuscan sun:
- hungry
*it tells a lot about italian food*
- people who speak italian around me makes me feel different
*in kuta you can hear people speaking all kind of alien
languages*
- dying
to see the movie |
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have
you seen this
building in kuta? |
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i
found a blog of a friend from elementary
school 
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my
head is full
of plans
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this
is my
guy |
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i
still have a crime
project 
need to be done |
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i
believe
my finger will be purple
forever |
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did
i tell you lately that i miss you? |
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mar
18, 2004
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I
am about to buy a house in a foreign country. A house with the
beautiful name of Bramasole. It is tall, square, and apricot-colored
with faded green shutters, ancient tile roof, and an iron balcony
on the second level, where ladies might have sat with their
fan to watch some spectacle below........... The house rises
above a strada bianca, a road white with pebbles, on
a terrace slab of hillside cover with fruit and olive trees.
Bramasole: from bramare, to yearn for, and sole,
sun: something that yearns for the sun, and yes, I do.
--
Under
the Tuscan Sun - Frances
Mayes
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mar
17, 2004
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tuscany
(toscana in italian) is an province in the western part
of italy.
its major cities are: florence, pisa, siena, lucca, arezzo,
and pistoia. florence
(firenze in italian) is well-known by its uffizi
museum (one of the most famous and admired museums
in the world), built in 16th century, where you can find
the works from famous artists such as michelangelo,
raffael, leonardo,
and even rembrandt. it is also said that the renaissance
was born here.
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the
countryside
is so famous by its beauty *visit here
to see
the pictures
*. and for sure,
it becomes people's favorite
place for vacation .
yes, i'm reading under
the tuscan sun
now.
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mar
16, 2004
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bay
encouraged me to read
beauty
and sadness. this is not
my kind of book
 : too many
descriptions and slow plot. and like usual i always have
problem
reading the books from nobel
prize winner. it's about strange relationship
among oki,
otoko, keiko,
and taichiro.
i detested 
oki at the beginning of the book, after the story went
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next
book  :the
conch bearer by chitra
banerjee divakaruni
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last
night we did nomat
for cold
mountain *yay! lumayan cepet film ini datengnya
utk ukuran pulau
gue yg terpencil
 *. comme d'habitude
i didn't enjoy the war scene and other stuff had relation
with blood and torture  .
but the place called cold
mountain was beautiful
*i always
like the places by the mountain*. and after those miseries
 they had, a
little happiness came, but then the ending was still tragic
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hooray!
for the treasure
 i found in the
middle of rain last weekend: a second hand bookshop with cheap
prices, good condition of imported books, neat books arranged
alphabethically, and walking distance from my place. everything
was so prefect
kecuali mas2 yg ngejualnya centil banget! 
suka baca buku ya? tinggal dimana? nomor telfonnya berapa? punya
pacar ga? aaaaaaaargh!!
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mar
15, 2004
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this
guy eats tiramisu
i eat tiramisu
i think everyone should
eat
tiramisu too
tiramisu
recipes
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mar
13, 2004 
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last
thursday
we visited some buildings
in completion.
i hated  to take
pictures of 'unfinished' buildings with messy stuff around,
dirty floor, tukangs who were working, streching cables, empty
pool, and empty rooms. but then why don't i let
it be?
 this is the
aura
of it .
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a
private residence in jimbaran
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from here, you can see the
statue of garuda wishnu kencana,
and far beyond, you can see the
'neck' of bali
(the critical part of the island where you can see the ocean
on the west and the east of the island at the same time, it's
between the airport and jimbaran)
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mar
12, 2004
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gue
baru tau gitu ada buku
baru-nya
fira
basuki.
itu juga dikasi tau sama bay
*hi *
menurut gue lebih
bagus-lah
daripada
buku2 dia yg dulu. tapi tetep biasa
lagian juga tipis2,
jadi cepet bacanya...
tapi yg ms.
b
itu bakal ada lanjutannya deh, soalnya ceritanya
blom selesai
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mar
11, 2004
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inspired
by jessica's
blog.
these are the things
in my bag:
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dompet
semua dompet yg gue punya selalu menjadi bahan
celaan
semua org
yg terakhir gue pake warnanya biru
muda. beli di jakarta kemaren |
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hp
sering tertimbun
dibawah barang2 lain dlm tas gue.
kalo bunyi, gue sering hrs menggali & mengeluarkan barang2
yg lain satu persatu sampe ketemu |
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a
book
gue suka ketakutan
 if there's
no book around
it's really helpful to kill time if i get bored  ,
waiting something, or just feel like to read |
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nikon
coolpix
carry it everywhere
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topi
the heatstroke 
in kuta sering bikin gue pengen
bunuh org
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sunglasses
very usefull for driving
& beach |
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kunci
kamar
gantungan
kuncinya oleh2 bos gue dari
perth |
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kunci
mobil
gue harusnya bikin duplikatnya tapi lupa2
mulu  |
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payung
kecil warna ijo (rain season 
only)
bought it in singapore *it was sale!
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10.
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red
'flashy' small bag
my life's stuff:
contact lenses stuff, lip gloss, tissue, tooth brush,
etc |
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drawing
pen
nol
koma gede, nol koma kecil
available unlimited
from our office 
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12.
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permen
ini hasil dari situasi di bali uang lebih kecil dari rp
500 =
permen
.
permen2 hasil kembalian yg suka ga
tau mau gue apain
 krn tau2
udah numpuk banyak. |
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kertas2
ga penting
yg harusnya udah gue buang |
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mar
10, 2004
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nothing
is better
than hu'u
at night
and nothing is worse
than the quality of the pictures i took
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mar
9, 2004
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i'm
on mission
for watching those
dvds.
now, i ran
out of space
in my room for
those dvds and books.
i'm thinking
to send
them
to bandung, lombok,
timbuktu, or maybe alaska!
or...
just buy a
shelf!!
these are some
of the results
from my mission
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watched
it last week *hi nunuk ,
hi sune *
met sheeta
and pazu
to find laputa,
the floating land
among the cloud.
this is so
excellent
 , so i order
all of you to watch it too. but since it is an old
movie (made in 1986) probably most of you have seen it
and like usual i'm just the one who left
behind
*snif*
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but still, hayao
miyazaki and studio
ghibli rock!!!
a week just past but laputa's
opening music
is still haunting
me....
this
is a good one
too. and i
like these parts:
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the
list!
Thinking.
You're not use to thinking
When you have your first kid at seventeen with the
only man you've kissed in your life,
and then another kid when you're noneteen, with
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and
you live in a trailer in your Mom's backyard,
and your Dad's been in jail for ten years,
you never have time to think.
Maybe you're so out of practice you've forgotten
how.
Things to do before I die:
1. Tell my daughters I love them several times a day
2. Find Dan a new wife who the girls like
3. Record birthday message for the girls for every year
until they're 18
4. Go to Whalebay Beach together and have a big picnic
5. Smoke and drink as much as I want
6. Say what I'm thinking
7. Make love with other man to see what it is like
8. MAke someone fall in love with me
9. Go and see Dad in jail
10. Go get some false nails (and do something with my
hair)
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the
part when she came to the guy's house, but he's got no
furniture.
so they each sat
on pile of books |
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the
part when they get
into the car to listen to music
(blossom
dearie).
then she said, "if you don't kiss me right now, i'll
scream." he didn't kiss right away and she
screamed
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the
part when she was shopping 
in a supermarket and she said, "no one ever thinking
about death
in a supermarket." then everyone start
to dance
with that same song they listen in the car |
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the
part when the kids in witch costum said, "we just
know some normal spells. the ones that turn frog
into a car, lizard into airplane." |
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someone
played music
with the glasses
and different amount of water each inside them |
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the
font
for the list, at the beginning, and at the end of the
movie!! |
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a korean
animation
with beautiful drawings *hi sune *
especially the drawings in
the fantasi land.
the story from here:
The animation tells the story of a boy named Namoo
who lives in a seaside village. Several years after the
death of his father, Namoo finds himself faced with further
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struggles: his grandmother is ill, his mother has a new boyfriend,
and his best friend will move to Seoul at the end of the summer.
Struggling with the prospect of further loss, Namoo begins to
lose himself in fantasy, dreaming of a mysterious girl named
Mari who leads him to another world.
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