tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50465462011-12-26T14:04:42.919+01:00viewing the world thru Carmen's eyesMargaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10531541920716240666noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5046546.post-33166065173507836212008-06-15T12:27:00.003+02:002008-06-15T12:29:42.669+02:00

Some people just don't have a life and won't leave you alone.Well, I have a life, a fab one, so why don't you try to build up your own life and stop being such a bitch, babe?You'll read this, I know. So, you now know how I feel about you. Just grow up and leave us alone.

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A few weeks ago, I received a call from an old friend congratulating me for my wedding (although it was more than 2 years ago, but better late than never!!).I laughed at her and said, "Look, I still don't feel like I am married even after all these times, and to be honest with you, I'd have waited another year. It's not about finding the right person, I do feel that he's the right one for me, but

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Moist said to Ever, "Dry your eyes." Ever said, "But if I dry my eyes I would never see you again until the next moment I'm not feeling well!" "Oh well," said Moist, "at least I'd do good for your skin."

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It's been over 3 months, almost 4, even, that my father passed away.It was a night, a rainy, dark night, when no stars shone up above. The ambulance cried out loud, cutting the edges of the empty roads between the hospital and our house. I remember arriving shortly after they transported him into the living room and there he lay on the steel iron bed, now cold, not bleeding though, his face

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I think of my father.I think of the times we were little children, I think of the evenings when he came back from work with a book from the Martine series for me and a minicar for my brother, and I think of his sleepy fairytales, which he used to tell as a lullaby to us, his babies.I think of all the gifts he gave me every year and every day.I think of his proud smile he always wore anytime I

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Je pense à mon père.Je pense aux temps quand on était tout petits, je pense aux soirées quand il rentrait du travail avec un livre de Martine pour moi et une petite voiture pour mon frère, ainsi qu’à ses contes à dormir debout, avec lesquelles il nous berçait tout le temps.Je pense aux cadeaux qu’il m’avait offerts tous les ans et tous les jours.Je pense à son sourire de fierté qu’il montrait

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My father died last night.Sixty years old he was, he had his birthday last Sunday, exactly the day he was transported to the hospital. He suffered from a grave diarrhea, which turned out to be an infection of the intestines, leading to a kidney function failure. He died three days after suffering a bad thirst.I was never the closest one to my father. I have been the most rebellious one of his

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Happy 1st Anniversary my Jonathan!

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Talking about me and my friends would date as long as almost 24 years backwards. The first friend I had was a plush teddy bear, he was green and soft, wearing a nice set of dress robes on his pyjama, his night cap had a pair of holes for his ears. His name (or how I remember calling him, at least) was Boo Boo. My mother gave it to me on my first birthday.Then, the second one, is a baby seal plush

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This morning I woke up with a strange feeling : Year 2007 is coming in less than 2 weeks and next Monday is even Christmas and I don't realize that fact so much...What have I done this year? Why does it seem that time goes by that fast? I blinked my eyes. Before I blinked my eyes I was still in Lyon at Gaëlle's place, at the beginning of December 2005, looking at the falling snow from her window

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Life is so cruel...Get well soon even if I can't be on your side, Love. You're no older than 27 and a long, joy- and meaningful life is indeed ahead. I belong to someone else and so do you, but that wouldn't stop me from caring about you, Herzchen.

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Mein Leben in Deutschland hab ich sehr gehasst.Meine Wohnung in Deutschland hab ich nie wirklich geliebt.Aber meine Freunde und Sommer in Deutschland vermiss ich immer.Und wieder ist ein Jahr vorbei... Heute, letztes Jahr war ich in der Mitte von einer verwirrenden Situation - ob ich lieber in Europa bleiben würde, ob ich einen Rückkehr nach Indonesien wollte. Ich fühlte mich ein bisschen wie ein

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True love exists, but it's to people as finding a little needle in hay stack to the one who's lost it. Once you think you find it, you can be stung by the needle involuntarily (you're looking in a hay stack, right? So it might as well, sting your finger while searching for it, accidentally). Maybe you're wondering why, I really like to write about love. The answer is simple. Love is the air that

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Lay your hands on my heartListen. Seed your love inside meLet it root and grow. Melt your soul with mineThe wish God has granted us. I breathe, because you're the air that surrounds my body,I walk my path, because you guide me,I live, because you love me, A thousand years of waiting is over when we become one. Soulmate does exist. They come at the right moment, at the right place, and

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Let's buy a love cup and put it there. Broke the records and still counting. I hope we'll get to say it in 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 50 and so on. Je t'aime? Maybe the meaning is a lot deeper than that.

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It's hallucinating how fast time whiles away.This very second, this very minute, this very hour, this very day, this very week, this very month, and this very year. Then it zaps off your age and you find yourself in the same time, perhaps same place but in my case another one, same date, and you just tell yourself : where did the moments go?Somewhere else, deep in our souvenir collections, I

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I've just finished reading Djamaludin Malik's biography written by Ramadhan KH and Nina Pane, as a result of love from his only daughter left, Camelia Malik, my mom's adoptive stepsister (Yes, it sounds complicated, it'll be explained later), as a remembrance of her father's memorable life.Her father, Djamaludin Malik, was my mother's adoptive father, and his first wife was, no other than my

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We adopted a mini pinscher/minpin puppy of 2 months old called Maurice. Originally, his name was Gordon von something (Since he's a true breed with 8 Indonesian minpin champions in his pedigree, including both of his parents), but we thought 'Gordon' is a bit too serious name for a puppy, so, after long discussions, debates and arguments with Jono on naming the puppy, which included potential

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Don't say, I'm now married. Actually we made a pact that the marriage would only be a simple formality to be able to live together in Jakarta, just like we did in Germany and France - keeping in mind that Indonesia is far, far more old-fashioned (read : hypocrit) than Europe.Well I did the big jump ahead even though I don't even realize nor do I feel like I did. I didn't even get to say "I do",

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Valentine was two days ago. Then again it was more than two times thousand years ago when Saint Valentine had to give away his life, in the name of love. Saint Valentine was tortured, he died imprisoned by the Romans. Valentine's day was commenced a sad tombstone for a man, later christened a saint by the church.20 centuries later, Valentine has become the day you are expected to express your

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Once again France! The first time I went to France went back a long long time ago, as a little girl I was fascinated on how they were, how they talked and the way they dressed. Then I departed for a year in France, acquiring the most beautiful, yet so difficult French language, the language of love as they say.And so it has become the language of love for me.A month and a half at the Rolandez's,

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Yes, though it seems a bit too quick, without even realizing it, I've left Germany. Another step further. Last year I quit my single life and my fun-fearless-female adventures, journey that leads to a growing up. Now I quit the place where I commenced my whole new life.I think it's always part of a decision to leave someday, and there's always a hint of regret and sadness when you put everything

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Well yes, I'm leaving Germany. In 9 days to be exact.How am I feeling?So much mixed like my favorite cocktail Curaçao Belle: there's a hint of blue behind the sweet reliefs.Why am I going to leave Germany?Because life is made by choices.

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Well, that might be a bizarre comparison, but you'll get the explanation why.Now, men are like fish in the ocean. Including the eligible bachelor. He could be either a beautiful tropical fish that you'd love to have in your home aquarium, or a delicious fish that you would want to cook and enjoy so that he gets blended into your flesh and blood, and remain there forever.But the ocean is so wide,

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Yesterday, September 5, 2005, was my parents' Silver Wedding Anniversary. Called them today morning, for yesterday the connection was so bad, they kept picking up the call but couldn't hear me speaking and then hung off.Today as I called, my mother demanded if I had forgotten their anniversary yesterday. I explained what happened and she seemed to understand. I guess she must've been upset

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Tomorrow would be exactly one year after I started blogging regularly.You know what I've got so far? A lot, actually!I get to write down all the things that I've actually ever wanted to write, more as the chapters of my book of life, and to memorize what's going on in my life. Rather than wanting people to read them, I've been saving everything for my own satisfaction. And as recent updates for

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The following morning, I couldn't help but smiling all the time. The world was suddenly pink and flowery and my friend's flat in Bonn the best place in the world. I knew I fell in love.Although he was going back to Paris the next day...When we stood in the platform waiting for the Thalys, at first I was asking how it was going to continue, with chats and phones just like before we met? Were we

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I woke up with a blurry feeling. Made some rice and cream-baked chopped meat with peppermint-yoghurt sauce. Jonathan was sleeping in the living room. I woke him up and we had lunch together. Then we went windowshopping to the city. With all the talking and laughing and spending time together, I felt that we're getting closer to each other. Later that day, when we went back to my friend's flat,

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21:45 PM in Cologne-Central Station. I arrived from Bonn by the train 20 mins earlier, waited in the platform curiously, and as the maroon-gray Thalys was drawing nearer, I was thinking. About vague things. I'm the kind of person who should've been a writer a long time ago, you see, so already in my head I had had the imagination of how the first meeting would be. I mean, we had been chatting and

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I was anxious. You were coming the next day. Curiosity met worry. Would you eventually like me? Would I eventually like you? Would we eventually have something to talk about?I cleaned up my friend's flat which I borrowed, went shopping for some new clothes. I wanted to look best. I wanted you to like me. Coz I didn't think you would, even though you sounded like you already did like me, on chats

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You wanted to meet me.And so did I want to meet you.Eventually, in the upcoming 2 weeks.My feelings started to grow.Did Oracle whisper to my heart that you were going to be The One?

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Hey Jonathan...This post's for you.I don't really know if you'll read it on time, but I'm writing this anyway.Hey Jo, did you know that today's exactly the day we first met and talked to each other, only a year more? Well I know you're going to tell me that I'm cheesy and stuff, but this is the kind of day I'd always remember, and even though you say you hate it when I say out the souvenirs, I

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Don't you think so?I do. There are millions of things that make life so colorful, and if you don't know how to appreciate it, you should just see the smallest things around you.Like, some people that I know always say that their life is a mess, but actually, if you think again, there are millions of people out there whose life is less luckier than yours...so why think life is difficult? I guess,

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Well summer is here. After some uncertain-weathered weeks, since last week's Friday, we finally get to have the hot brim of sunshine.You know what summer's identical with? Yeah, holiday. But unlike last year, I guess I'll just mostly stay home this summer. Like, last summer I traveled to Netherlands, Spain and France (don't think I'm showing off - really, last year I went out of Germany a lot,

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Oh yeah, rainy and mellowy weekend is again ahead.For the latest newsflash, we're moving to Mönchengladbach, about 90km eastwest of Bonn, towards the Dutch frontiers. You know, where the Bundesliga club Borussia Mönchengladbach is located. The new flat is pretty much cool, it's 80m², fully equipped with meubles, and complete kitchen, located in the Zentrum, 3mins footwalk away from

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You know. Springtime rainy season's melancholy.It's true, though. At the end of this month, I will be 23. Geez, I've been living for 23 years, and I'm already feeling so old, how would I feel in 10 years when I'm 33 then??Tomorrow's the model interview-casting thing, and, in the contrary of my enthusiasm when I received the 2nd letter nearly 2 weeks ago, today I don't even feel I want to go there

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*stupidity of the day (or of the week, more likely...)I've been thinking that this week - beginning from the definition of dork meaning last weekend - wouldn't really be my week. I've been doing silly things that I could've avoided, without much efforts.1/ I've let myself being harassed by my family.You know, about the "going back to Indonesia" thing. You see, I'm re-doing what I've done at

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Well, hello people. I think I forgot something. Hmm. Let me see. Oh, I still have a BLOG and I'm supposed to put some updates on it!!!! Shit, I almost forgot. LOL. No, seriously, I was kidding. I love my blog and the reason why I didn't put any updates for more than a month is because I didn't have any time to do it (I always didn't, and that's true that since 2005 started, I always find my time

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Hello people! Well, here I am again after a blog-update-less week. Wellllll, as the title tells all, that's actually why I don't really have time to update. People always associate holidays with free times, a lot of lazy bumsy days, and last month that was the case. This month, I really have a lot of things to do, concerning my application - I mean, I'm already enrolled in the university, but

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Achtung Achtung! This post is going to be loooooooooooooongggggg so people, be prepared...... :)Well, in the contrary of me about 3 months ago, lately I don't update my blog as often as I used to. Not that I've got nothing to tell, I indeed do, it's the time and the mood that lack.So, where do I begin?Well, I guess, as the last post before this one was ended 2 days before Xmas, I'm going to begin

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1. Einige Angaben zu Ihrer Person und zu Ihrem PartnerIhr Vorname* : CarmelitaIhre Yahoo! ID* : caramelitaaaAlter* : 22Beruf : StudentinOrt : BonnIhr Partners Vorname* : JonathanAlter* : 22Beruf : Web-EntwicklerOrt : Bonn2. Wie ist Ihnen Ihr Partner aufgefallen und wie haben Sie Ihn kennen gelernt?Warum fiel sie/er Ihnen auf? Wer hat die erste E-Mail geschrieben? Haben Sie vor dem ersten

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Hello-jello people....the notion of time is getting bizarre these last days. Whenever I'm spending my days with Jonathan, I don't really realize the notion of time. I mean, what day, what time, I don't really get to realize that time passes by. Cheezy me.So, I came on Friday evening in Paris, after 4h30 in the train, sitting next to a girl from Jena named Steffi, and next to a middle-aged

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Voilà, je suis rentrée de Paris après 4 jours chez mon chéri berry merry Jonathan luv. Et comme le temps passe vite! La semaine dernière, de lundi à mercredi c'était 100 ans sans Jonathan, et de mercredi à dimanche c'est une seconde. Je sais je sais, j'exagère un peu, LOL, mais c'est comme ça. Oh oui, avant que je l'oublie, jeudi dernier Yahoo! m'a envoyé un mail, me disant que mon témoignage de

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Lately I've been melancholizing myself a bit, perhaps due to the gray sky above Köln and Bonn these days, where your sight length is limited on a maximum of 5m ahead, fog effects. Yup it's been misty, foggy, rainy, windy, icy, cold, it'd cause your brain to work slowly and your soul to be dreamy. Like me, LOL, so I can't wait for Wednesday to go to Paris, to chase a bit of this melancholy state

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Howdy, it's been a longtime since the last time I put an update to this site. Yes, today I made one, but the post was drafted since about 2 weeks ago and there is nothing concerning what's been happening so far in my life, so here I come with newest updates.I've been doing my final exams of prep year since last Saturday. Phew! Only one more left and it's OOOVVERRRR...!!! :) Last Saturday I sit on

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Mood Tendance when listening to oldies' songs: Romantic Melancholic.I'm listening to Perry Como, Engelbert Humperdinck, Charles Aznavour, Edith Piaf, Marvin Gaye, Neil Sedaka, Cilla Black, Patsy Cline, Skeeter Davis, a long long long list of oldies's songs that my grams used to listen to.These songs awaken the souvenirs on my deceded grams, the only grandparent I had the chance to know. I've

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Since one year, never have I had to do more things (tests+other unavoidable stuffs) at the same time than I have to do this week.1/ Monday: Köln gegen Rassismus Preliminary Presentation: 1.02/ Tuesday morning: Result of a Deutsch test before Fall Holiday: 1.7 (not bad concerning the fact that it's difficult to get a good note with Herr Höffer) and further prep on upcoming final exam on November

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Endlich mal wieder eine neue Woche. Finally a new week begins. Jonathan was here from Thursday morning till early this evening he took his train back to Paris, by the Thalys 12 past 6, as always (it has practically become a habit of his ;) ).And we increased the number of days spent together - literally - 16 days already. We continue to know each other more and more. As Thursday he came at 10:

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Monday morning dilemma: I woke up at 7:40am, whereas I should go at 7:30am already, with a heavy head. The headache I've been having since yesterday morning isn't gone, yet, in the contrary, it's getting worse. I didn't sleep well last nite, woken up by some sms from my mom and some friends. I was thinking not to go to school, but, oh shoot, I remembered that today was the due day of Köln gegen

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The strangest thing in the world is called love. This is my second post about love.Why love? Why stumbling yourself to love? Why happiness, why passion, why dream, why desire, why hope, why care, why laugh, why smile, why need, why missing, why together, but why tears, why pain, why lust, why sex, why desperate, why cry, why hate, why forget, why separation?Finally, because love is love. You can

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Today my day is spent practically out of Bonn. Finished Math earlier today, I went to Düsseldorf to see Leslie and her babyboy Rafaél. A little Scottish bloke, auburn-haired and blue-green-eyed, chubby, he's sooooo a brokenheart-throb. Sure, Les, I don't mind that you've named him Rafaél, he's too cute, he's gonna be a hunkie lad in some years to come! Btw Les and her little family are leaving

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Yippie! We're on late Friday evening tonite. :D Today I spent the day with Angga, we went to the Immigration Office (yes, the far far away Ausländeramt of Stadt Bonn in Bonn-Beuel, STR 62 or Bus 537, to make a visiting invitation for Hamada, Angga's boyf, to allow him to come in December, yeah, it's much much more practice to be an EU-citizen!!), after that a quick grocery shopping, and finally

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French. Français. Französisch. Francés. Prancis. Frans. Achtung Leute, Attention people, the series of words you've just read designs the language, often described as the most romantic, most beautiful, but most difficult language in the world.French is my second foreign language. I started knowing French early enough, as my mother used to speak French. I say, used to, because she had a major of

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Thursday already!! Nice that this week whiles away so quickly, just 2 days left before I could see my beloved Jonathan again. Just hope that this long weekend wouldn't just while off as fast as this week does!! 4 days with him, would be so nice......I miss his arms so much! And this weekend would allow us to meet and talk tête-à-tête about our plans for the upcoming year of 2005. Longterm

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"I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from man's and for which man's language was inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented."-Anaïs Nin's Diary-Delta of Venus is one of the few books I would be re-reading and re-reading again all my life. I know, I know, for those who have also read it, it's so sex-oriented, but it's viewed

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Family day today! I caught the subway to IKEA-Köln (well, the IKEA is actually located in Godorf, just after Wesseling, in the middle of nowhere) to meet Jutta, Jenna, and the Schneiders (other side of the Dreis-Tiefenbacher Berg neighbours of my uncle's family in Siegen, whose eldest daughter, Julia, is Jenna's lifetime bestfriend) at noon.Well I arrived 30mins earlier because, for the first

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[Listening to MP3's Jonathan gave me last nite]Yup, today is Day D-4. Half that rests from today, and then tomorrow: Wednesday, then Thursday, after that Friday, ......and finally, Saturday!!! I'm gonna see my Jonathan again on Saturday morning. ;)Yesterday was a bit chaotic, I and Angga were gone here and there, doing this and that, and I had the foolness to buy too many stuffs for this weekend

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Une pitite photo de moi et mon Jonathan adoré. It's not from the last weekend, it's from the last time he came to Köln. Voilà. :) Je suis amoureuse, moi.Next time we'll definitely have to take more pix!!!!

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Today is the second month I'm with Jonathan, and nearly as quick as it had started is the velocity of the things turning out to be. :)Well, 2 months ago, we were just 2 strangers falling in love with each other, without any future plans, without any expectations. And we get to fall in love deeper, as time passes by. 2 months are a short time if you rethink about it, and within these 2 months

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Yes, I was back in Paris. Actually it happened pretty much unplanned: Thursday evening (or better to say early Friday morning) on chat and on the phone with J, he persuaded me to come. The next day early in the morning I took my train ticket for Paris. To tell u the truth, Friday was pretty much a stressing day for me, with a note of Math that I didn't expect to be that bad, I've worked good on

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My Month of BirthStubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good

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Voilà je me suis inscrite quand même au témoignage de Y! Rencontres, même si "et si nous décidons de retenir votre témoignage, nous vous enverrons un 'cadeau qui pétille' " n'est pas si temptating que celui de Y! USA (wé faut admettre qu'aux niveaux de contests, quizzes et compétitions, les prix sont beaucoup mieux aux USA qu'en Europe, huhuhu oh Europa Europa), une semaine de vacances à New York

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Voilà, it's me again. I just read Jonathan's blog and I'm so touched about what he wrote about me, I can't stand not to write something here too.Gosh, I'm in love. I'm not going to talk so much about the beginning, because he wrote it already. I'm going to talk about these days.Yeah, Red is the Color of Love. I really love this pictoral serie, afterall they got me in into KISD, so...But the

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Like always, Monday brings the same things at university. Oh, from now on I could actually arrive a bit later than 8:30am, because we made a change with Herr Dammeyer regarding the subject of Technical Drawings. Instead of doing it every Monday, we changed the sched, doing it on Wednesday, where we normally gather and quatsch in the classroom at the 8th floor, because Monday mornings the students

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Hari ini gw terima sms dari seseorang yang pernah jadi orang yang terdekat untuk gw. 3 sms yg panjang-panjang, intinya dia sudah merelakan gw, minta maaf karena sebentar lagi puasa, dan mendoakan supaya gw selalu bahagia.Bahagiakah gw?Well, to be honest, gw ngerasa sedih banget. Gw harus nangis baca ke-3 sms itu. Gw sangat terharu, karena gw ngga nyangka dia sudah memaafkan gw, sudah merelakan gw

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Holland, Holland. I only went to Enschede today, unlike previewed before, but we're going nowhere tonight, because Lyd is going to drive to Leipzig tomorrow, without me finally. And Johnny is coming so I'd risk to spend the night alone tonight, without Yahoo! Messenger, MSN or anything, nobody to talk to, finally I don't really know why I came here. :( Anyway, nothing so much to regret, it's

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A new candidate for my future website's name I found just a minute ago. What do you think? I like pixelating things and afterall, digital imagery would mean pixels, too, even though there's the dpi (some people say that it means dots per inch but some people mean that it's depth pixel information) stories behind.An example of pixelated image I created for my application to the Design Department

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If the previous post includes a hint of dJakarta, Indonesia, now it's the turn of my second homezone, Bonn and Köln, Northrhine-Westphalia, Germany.It's only been a year that I moved here, but ever since, due to my numerous traffic floating between Bonn and Köln, both have become sort of second homezone for me, I feel home and I actually like living here, although I hate the weather and the fact

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So, after having subscribed to an online photo hosting yesterday, I decided to put more pix on this blog from now on. And I wanted to start with some pix of my hometown, Jakarta. Googling and surfing Corbis just today morning, I found tons of pictures of my missed native cap city, but none of the pix fell me as much as this one pic I took myself with my old Nikon FM10 for photography class about

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So, as I promised today afternoon, I posted the first chapter / prologue of the book titled Jane I've been writing these past 3 years. Mind you, it's still untranslated, because I haven't got the time yet to make the translation. I was supposed to drive with Lyd to Nordhorn tonight, but she decided to make some parties tonight with Johnny, so we're likely going to drive tomorrow evening. Good, so

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Prolog 1960Semuanya bermula ketika Chao Mei meninggal.Tepat pada hari keempatpuluh kelahiran bayi perempuannya, Chao Mei menutup mata untuk selama-lamanya, meninggalkan tujuh orang - lima orang yang hanya dapat meratapi nasib - suaminya, dua orang anak laki-laki dan dua orang anak perempuan. Sedangkan dua lainnya, anak laki-laki bungsu yang berumur lima tahun dan

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A cute joke I got thru Friendster....really likely to happen hehe.HER DIARY (WOMEN - 15 lines)I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behaviour; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love

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If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never yours to begin with.Familiar with this phrase? Taken from Indecent Proposal, (I know, I know, it's an old movie but I liked it so much - I still do, really!) the most beautiful, but most difficult phrase to perform in reality. I mean, it's paradoxally meant. Like that.

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Love is an eternal question of life. You live to love, yet you love to live. It's very sensitive, inexplicable, mysterious, shallow, deep, painful, beautiful, crazy, difficult, easy, you'd-die-for, you'd-kill-for, I'm-sadly-mellow, I'm-incredibly-happy, all because of love, love is everything.Questioning, does true love exist? Will I ever find my one? When am I going to meet the love of my life?

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You believe in God, but you do not bind yourself into a certain religion. My state of mind at this time, which I'm trying to soften. I was born Muslim, my parents are religious enough even though they stay unstressingly moderate at the same time, and I went to an exclusive Islamic private school in Jakarta for nearly 10 years. In the Indonesian middle-upper society whose majority happen to be

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Tonight I'm just exhaustedly dead.Yesterday was a fully-occupied day, with me already waken up at 6am, got out of the house at 7, and with Friday-Morning-Maths, I was half asleep in the class, it's actually good to sit behind Jorge, because he keeps answering all the time so Frau Seul won't pay attention on you. Plus we're doing geometry at this moment, you know, the sin-cos-tan story. It was

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A lazy homey afternoon: it was nice. Lyd came around, without the Johnny guy, finally, because he was in quest of a new flat. What we did was mainly sitting, lying on the bed, doing nothing, and talk. 5 hours of full-quatsch. I actually wanted to hit the city meeting Angga and Mandy (who were going to get pierced, haha!!! On the ears, though, and it's better than getting a piercing on the nose,

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Today I sat on a small German Literature test, ein Klausürchen: given a text, we have to reproduce it with our own construction. And the theme was pretty interesting: More Freetime, More Stress? The text mainly talked about how time changes, 40 years ago people would only have a day per week free that was Sunday, given free to go to church. Now, most people would have two days free that are

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*corrected by my private french tutorVoilà voilà, j'ai fait la réservation pour février. C'est étonnant que ce soit déjà un peu fully-booked........qui veut bien partir en Indonésie, outre que les indonésiens?? (et les européens qui ont quelquechose à faire avec eux peut-être....ehhmm) Alors il y'en a donc plus d'indonésiens vivant en Allemagne que ce que j'ai toujours cru. Donc......à partir du

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A purity test we did last weekend.......out of maximum points of 450, I scored 19, Jonathan 143, but since then there are some things already changed hehe, so...........Interesting, try to do it. It's a pity it's only for Francophones.....but anyway I'll try to find another link in English later.http://test.griffor.com/Try and enjoy! ;)LuvaLiciOus,caRmencita

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A great weekend that went too fast.....Friday I sat for my Math test and, unlike what I thought it would be, I did it pretty well. At least 1,7 could be hoped haha (or 1,3 if Frau Seul would be nice enough to count all detailed small stuffs I wrote). And I would only have another test before the final exams on end November, so let's bust my ass off to get my GPA higher!!! I'd love to end this

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Dear friends. Below, is an Italian horoscope and you can find a lot about yourself just by searching your own identity in the Roman way.What you have to do is to find your group with the help of your date of birth.Date of Birth Group01,06,11,16,21,26,31 - A102,07,12,17,22,27 - B203,08,13,18,23,28 - C304,09,14,19,24,29 - D405,10,15,20,25,30 - E5.....................................................

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Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,Dass ich so traurig bin;Ein Märchen aus alten ZeitenDas kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;Der Gipfel des Berges funkeltIm Abendsonnenschein.Die schönste Jungfrau sitzetDort oben wunderbar,Ihr goldnes Geschmeide blitzet,Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar.Sie kämmt es mit goldenem KammeUnd singt ein Lied dabei;Das

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hmm hmm hmm, un ptit test trouvé sur un bulletin de Friendster:http://www.lagmonster.org/stuff/lifetest.htmlTry it! pour moi c'est un peu près de réalité. :)Voilà voilà, il faut vraiment que je dorme bien cette nuit, j'ai 4h de l'uni au matin........Luv y'all,Carmelitaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :D

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À partir d'aujourd'hui, je me suis décidée d'essayer d'écrire en français de temps en temps, histoire de récupérer mon français déjà perdu, malgré mon BAC Français passé il y a 4 ans. Puis sur la critique de M. Rolandez, il faut que je parle plus en français qu'en anglais, on va faire des "leçons de français" ce weekend.Ah oué, je n'ai pas dit qu'il vient, finalement, ça me ferait trop du bien de

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*Köln against RacismAs long as it's not Köln gegen Narzismus......hehe...... (I'd totally OBJECT - !!!!!! - if they ever, ever campaign for Köln gegen Narzismus huhu) :D Today at the FH, we received a splashnews: the State University and the State University of Applied Sciences (yes, the second is no other than our beloved Fachhochschule!!!! Yay!!!) of Köln have given us a project: designing a

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Setelah dua tahun dan dua bulan, akhirnya semua harus berakhir. Akhirnya, semua janji, semua cita-cita, semua rencana dan mimpi-mimpi masa depan, ngga bisa terpenuhi. Semuanya harus berakhir sampai di sini, demi kebaikan kita berdua.Sedih? Yah, batu kali gw kalo ngga sedih. Sedih banget, itu pasti, tapi setelah semua kejadian ini, gw jadi lebih dewasa, lebih jernih dalam melihat suatu masalah,

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I'm a fountain of blood, In the shape of a girlYou're the bird on the brim, Hypnotised by the WhirlI'm a path of cinders, Burning under your feetYou're the one who walks me, I'm your one way streetI'm a whisper in water, Secret for you to hearYou are the one who grows distant, When I beckon you nearI'm a tree that grows heartsOne for each that you takeYou're the intruder handI'm the branch that

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Last night I went to Köln with Angga and saw Sommersturm the movie.We weren't actually planning to see Sommersturm. At first, we wanted to eat at Burger King (using the vouchers Angga got mailed), and instead of just walking down Zeisigweg into the nearest Burger King in Heinrich-Böll-Ring, we caught the train at 8:01pm to Köln. And, not wanting to torture our backs by the inhuman seats at Burger

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Friday was here! ;) There's pretty much interesting things to do this weekend. Friday someone asked me to go out on a date with him and told me just one of a sudden that he was really, really into me (and expect a lot of things already, weirdly), something that surprised me a lot because I never thought this guy could have any interest on me (Well duh...?! How would you expect to know someone

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Hab ein Paar Witzchen auf einer Witz-Seite gefunden, und bin ganz überrascht, dass es in Deutschland auch humorvolle Witze gibt hehehe......nur ein Scherz. Naja, werd' gleich die für mich interessantesten Witze einfach hier schreiben, damit ihr sie auch lesen könnt! ;)Er zu ihr nach dem Sex: „Darf ich dich Eva nennen?“Sie: „Warum?“Er: „Weil du die Erste warst!“Sie: „Dann nenn ich dich Peugeot!“Er

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When women are quiet,Millions of things are running in theirmind,When women are not arguing,They are thinking deeply,When women look at u with eyes full ofquestions,They are wondering how long you willbe around,When women answer "i'm fine" after afew seconds,They are not at all fine,When women stare at you,They are wondering why are you lying,When women lay on your chest,They are wishing for you

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Today is just a day full of surprises. I went to dr. Altrock again, the gynaeco/social med/sports med/tropical diseases med/parasitologist and I got the answer of all my worries.Like I wrote in some previous entry, I had a problem with my period, not knowing why. I had an appointment with dr. Altrock on 2pm, I had a quick breast-cancer test, zero, Thank God, asthmatic lung test, without problems,

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Someone told me that first impression isn't always right. And I should agree with that this time.I had always hated the sitcom Sex & The City, due to the first impression I got after seeing one episode last year (it was translated into German and the degree of awfulness was certainly doubled LOL). For me it was totally nullissimo non-miraculoso, unlike what most people think of it. I thought it

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C - You definitely have a partier side in you, dont be shy to show it.A - You can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.R - You are a social butterfly.M - Success comes easily to you.E - You are a very exciting person.L - Love is something you deeply believe in.I - You are always smiling & making others smile.T - You have an attitude, a big one.A - You can be very quiet when you have

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After crowning Thursday as Year 2004's Worst Day, I felt happy again yesterday. The day started with 4hours Math class which wasn't so bad, because we had some new first-semesters in class, so it was no more private lessons like it used to be for the last times. And Flaviboy is back! He went to the FH to see me, showing off his fully sun tanned skin and his new girlfriend's pictures (she's a

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THIS IS WHAT A GIRL TELL A GUYIf you see me walking the road with someone else,It's not because I like his accompany...Its because you're not brave enough to walk beside me.If you hear me talking about him all the timeIts not because he pleases meIts because you're too deaf to hear my heartbeatIf you feel me falling with someone newIts not because I love him..But because you're not there to catch

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If you're mad with someone, and nobody's there to fix the situation... You fix it. Maybe today, that person still wants to be your friend. And if u don't, tomorrow can be too late.If you're in love with somebody, but that person doesn't know... tell her/him. Maybe today, that person is also in love with you. And if you don't say it, tomorrow can be too late.If you really want to kiss somebody...

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>>>>>Scene took place on a BA flight between Johannesburg and London. A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess. "Madam, what is the matter," the hostess asked. "You obviously do not see it then?" she responded. "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group.

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You know, this day might be awarded The Worst Day Of The Year. I came to school, sleepy, tired, blurry, a bit hassy, unconscient about what could be going on in the world, and Matilda arrived asking me if my family was OK. I said yes and why, and she told me that there were some serious bombings in Jakarta. Having been thru so many disasters for the past 6 years already, I should've been actually

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