<?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: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-15469149</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:25:47.461-07:00</updated><category term='ill health'/><title type='text'>HYSTERIA LIBERATION</title><subtitle type='html'>Human minds is packed with hysteria, they keep it down or let it emerge to the surface. I say let's publish the damn thing called hysteria!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kalmiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02473113268295964785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/320/sun22.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469149.post-5706826756635290875</id><published>2008-02-27T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:42:27.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill health'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Typhoid ! Come to mama..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay. So I contracted typhoid again for the second time. Why oh why oh why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;It's not like i asked for it but there you go..some tropical climate illness just got the mood to swing by my intestines and decided to make it home sweet home. GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Now, I'm back again in my little room beside the fish pond and the scary old trees..typing away briefs and making video testimonial for my recently resigned creative grouphead, while having constant stomach cramps and severe dizziness. The possible scenario here is maybe...just maybee...the culprit that is typhoid still haunts my body ? YOUUU THINKKKKK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;-these are the ramblings of a delusional ad nerd who brought pink sleeping bag with matching plush rectangular pillow and having an illusion that she might have some nap time in the office..as said before..the ad nerd is delusional-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469149-5706826756635290875?l=kalmiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/feeds/5706826756635290875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469149&amp;postID=5706826756635290875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/5706826756635290875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/5706826756635290875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/2008/02/typhoid-come-to-mama.html' title=''/><author><name>kalmiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02473113268295964785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/320/sun22.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469149.post-115867685787900175</id><published>2006-09-19T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T07:40:57.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/1600/flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/1600/flower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/200/flower1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;King of the Miserables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love stories are great&lt;br /&gt;Love stories are true&lt;br /&gt;Love stories lifts hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330099;"&gt;The ones not so blue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let Me Kiss You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place in the sun for anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who has the will&lt;br /&gt;Chase one and I think I found mine&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do believe I have found mine.&lt;br /&gt;So, close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And think of someone you physically admire&lt;br /&gt;And let me kiss you, oh.&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zigzagged all over America&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot find&lt;br /&gt;A safety haven&lt;br /&gt;Say, would you let me cry on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that you'd try anything twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And think of someone you physically admire&lt;br /&gt;And let me kiss you, oh.&lt;br /&gt;Let me kiss you, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you see someone that you physically despise&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is open&lt;br /&gt;My heart is open to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another one by Morrissey...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469149-115867685787900175?l=kalmiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/feeds/115867685787900175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469149&amp;postID=115867685787900175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/115867685787900175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/115867685787900175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/2006/09/king-of-miserables-love-stories-are.html' title=''/><author><name>kalmiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02473113268295964785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/320/sun22.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469149.post-112902518125650943</id><published>2005-10-11T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T03:29:06.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/1600/heartflame1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/200/heartflame1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perempuan itu merasa sendiri di tengah keramaian&lt;br /&gt;"Dimanakah aku sekarang ?"&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya sepi, hanya suara samar orang-orang tertawa&lt;br /&gt;Bangun..ayo bangun..&lt;br /&gt;Kembali lah kesini...&lt;br /&gt;Saatnya membuat sebuah hati tersenyum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan saja syair penuh rasa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;percayalah, terang akan datang&lt;br /&gt;di saat yang tak terduga&lt;br /&gt;dan malaikat di atas bumi tersenyum lepas&lt;br /&gt;kupercaya pada semua, saatnya akan tiba&lt;br /&gt;dan pada waktunya, semua akan beterbangan&lt;br /&gt;hembusan angin disana&lt;br /&gt;dinginkan rasa kecewa&lt;br /&gt;dimanakah kita akan berpijak?&lt;br /&gt;dan terus melangkah ke depan&lt;br /&gt;tanpa ada ingatan lama terbawa kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS on a slow tuesday afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For the ever lovely Lydiette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469149-112902518125650943?l=kalmiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/feeds/112902518125650943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469149&amp;postID=112902518125650943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/112902518125650943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/112902518125650943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/2005/10/perempuan-itu-merasa-sendiri-di-tengah.html' title=''/><author><name>kalmiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02473113268295964785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/320/sun22.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469149.post-112792428521292454</id><published>2005-09-28T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T08:16:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rollercoaster Chair &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;vs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Comfy Sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam rangka mengisi hari Minggu dengan kegiatan yang handal tapi nyantai *&lt;em&gt;Saah&lt;/em&gt;*, gue dan partner in crime gue mutusin untuk pergi melihat-lihat pameran Ad Fest di sebuah gedung di daerah Palmerah. Pas banget mau masuk pameran, gue dipanggil sama seorang temen yang cukup lama gak bersua. Kebetulan banget nih..udah lama juga ga ketemu..nice surprise on a Sunday afternoon lahhh ceritanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Rambut Pendek Lucu : Hey Mennnn !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang saya : Ehhh gila lohhhh !! Pa kabar looooo *&lt;em&gt;dengan nada excited&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Rambut Pendek Lucu : baekk aja gueee..wetss selamat ya bow masuk pinalis..mudah2an gol yaa, gue doain deh....&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;em&gt;red. &lt;/em&gt;pada saat ini lagi ikutan kompetisi yang bottom linenya karena banyak yang doain jadi berhasil menggondol kemenangan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang Saya : mau dong didoain..tengs ya *&lt;em&gt;dengan muka berbinar&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkat cerita, gara gara seru ngomongin kompetisi ini, gue sama dia jadi terlibat pergosipan tentang seseorang yang pernah menclok di kehidupan gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir seumur hidup gue, orang-orang terdekat yang notabene keluarga selalu bilang "kamu cuek banget jadi orang". Well...sebenernya sih bukan cuek, cuma rada kurang sensitif aja sama keadaan sekitar. Agak delusional mungkin. Gue bukannya pasrah sama keadaan diri yang kaya gini, sedikit demi sedikit perbaikan diri harus ada dong...dan katanya sih mulai keliatan tuh hasilnya *benerrrr ga sihhh niiiiiiii???*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi untuk urusan percintaan, ga sensitif dengan keadaan ini masih jadi peliharaan dan kebiasaan. Sebagai sanguine sejati, penolakan untuk menjadi sedih, terpuruk atau "gloomy situations" lainnya selalu dihindarin, ini termasuk juga konflik. Kalo ga penting-penting amat, ga akan jadi masalah. Percintaan pun hampir tidak pernah diwarnai dengan berantem *&lt;em&gt;akhirnya gue sadar ini fenomena aneh karena gue mahkluk cewek yang sebenernya dominan&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Dengan mantap bisa diclaim bahwa gue secure. Sebagai perempuan dan sebagai seorang manusia. Okeee...kadang rasa secure sebagai perempuan goyah juga sih..apalagi urusan fisik. Bedebah dikte media terhadap kecantikan ! Terlalu perduli ga juga sih, masuk dalam kategori GA PENTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sialnya, rasa secure gue bites me fucking hard in the ass ! Semua bermula dari jaman yang kata temen gue Lydia adalah "dark ages". Di dalam masa ini, perasaan gue seperti di rollercoaster chair selama 24 jam sehari dan 7 hari dalam seminggu. Mengais-ngais perhatian, kalo dikasih dikit langsung tenang, semua jadi serba salah terus akhirnya nyalahin diri sendiri, semua keburukan langsung keliatan, tapi berusaha pake super power yang namanya PENGERTIAN SUPER, ngubur dan menahan diri untuk ga break down, tapi malemnya nangis bombay ,coba berpikir positif endeswei endeswei.........Capeknya tidak akan tertolong sama jamu seger jiwo atau semacem itu lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merefleksi percintaan gue ini adalah seperti nonton film detektif terus nemuin clue clue yang tersembunyi. Apa bener gue bahagia ? Talking about the million dollar question huh ? Gue bahagia karena gue paksa diri gue buat bahagia dengan ilusi ilusi dan pengertian plus toleransi yang cukup super. Semua dengan dasar "don't do to others what you won't do to yourself". Cerminnya adalah diri gue sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was not being myself. I was a fake me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dulu lo waktu ketemu lo jaim deh Li!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Iyalah jaim! Namanya juga tone down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gue bingung deh..wawasan lo luas terus lo pinter, kalo ama dia ngomongin apaan aja ? Emang nyambung?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kebanyakan ga pernah ngomongin yang "deep" sih, paling yang ga meaning, becanda becanda, nyerempet ke yang rada butuh mikir langsung ga interest, kalo diskusi juga gue banyak menahan diri..biasalah ego cowok..lagian kalo mulai menjurus mau mempertanyakan...sikapnya lebih ke "eits...bagian kreatif teritori gue..tau apa sih lo? (This is the part where I should've with poise touch my hair back and said "Tau lah dikit......")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Wetsss..situ anak PIM nih sekarang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sebenernya ga mau sih cuma terpaksa gara-gara ga mau usaha terus cari yang deket rumah aja gitu. Kerja si bagian kreatif tapi urusan percintaan jangan harap..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the end, god's intervention came along and a dramatic end comes to our story of love and lies. The almighty opened up my eyes and my heart to the brutal truth and I was left there in the dark for what feels like ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rollercoaster chair I was in has stopped. First, I'm tansported into a wet and dark hole down in the ground. Where the sun ray can't come in and there's only sound of sorrow. Then, I decided to leave the hole and to my relieve stepped my feet on solid ground again. As I walk through the quiet and grassy field, my delicate eyes caught something far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is that? It looks big and white, better check it out".&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be damn! It's a sofa....a big, white, cushy one, the ones we see in cozy apartments brochures."&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'll try it.....it look sooooo comfortable to the brink of temptation......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sofa is heavenly. It follows the contour of my body. I'll sit on it for hours, lay on it, falls asleep on it, jumpin' for joy on it, watch crap tv on it. It can make me stay for days and days. People has a thing for sofas, the favourite ones always brought along whenever a person move places. I have a thing with this sofa. It's more than just favourite, feels like I can stay on it forever. Imagine staying forever on a rollercoaster chair ? That will be nightmare don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469149-112792428521292454?l=kalmiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/feeds/112792428521292454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469149&amp;postID=112792428521292454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/112792428521292454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/112792428521292454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/2005/09/rollercoaster-chair-vs-comfy-sofa.html' title=''/><author><name>kalmiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02473113268295964785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/320/sun22.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469149.post-112548817204254538</id><published>2005-08-31T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T05:22:01.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/1600/IMG_1214small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/320/IMG_1214small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/1600/sun22.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cikembang, Pelabuhan Ratu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The wave was great, falls into just the right kind of pattern, right and slowly closes out to left , temperature's hot...real hot, wind was playing music to my ears. The rather black sand feels smooth and hot, glimmers in the face of the sun. It took us quite a struggle to reach the "actual" place but it was worth it. Far in the background, the sloping sea hits the sand and waves breaks gracefully. Nice and clean with clear pattern. The only downside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;is before it hits the sand, those waves hits lots of stones. Round and smooth,black and white. My feet was sore and blue, it bleeds a bit also ! Then again, I feel fine..really fine...it does not matter...I was on the beach, as far as my eyes can see there's only the sea. My sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469149-112548817204254538?l=kalmiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/feeds/112548817204254538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469149&amp;postID=112548817204254538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/112548817204254538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/112548817204254538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/2005/08/cikembang-pelabuhan-ratu.html' title=''/><author><name>kalmiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02473113268295964785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/320/sun22.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15469149.post-112548732019336663</id><published>2005-08-31T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T04:22:00.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE SOUNDTRACK OF THE WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Tunes that latches on in your memory. Certain songs reminds you of something stupid and a bit naughty, some of them makes you mellow or sad, the other ones can make you jump up and down on your springy bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Bravery's "An Honest Mistake" always made me thought of The Smith. I bet you a million bucks they're inspired by Morrissey and those charming lads. In a twisted way, it brings back lots of memories from my college years. Yep....all those times when nothing really matters much except fighting your way through exams, papers, assignments. Not forgetting all the mad partying. All the beer drinking under the pinching hot sun ( it took me tons of treadmill hours to get rid off the beer belly!), porn + pizza + Mr. red hat tequila with the ever wild Doric Girls. I never regreted a single thing. Always cherished all single moments. Even to the tiny tidbits embarassing things. Hey...we're all lunatics in the making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Down here are top ten tunes that rotates heavily in one of the dearest piece of metal and plastic to me, well...he's white and smooth and has  a click wheel =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Down In The Past - Mando Diao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Comfortably Numb - Scissor Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;An Honest Mistake - The Bravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Cool - Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;You Don't Miss Your Water 'Til The Well Runs Dry - Craig David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Krafty - New Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Change In The House of Flies - Deftones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Just One Kiss - Basement Jaxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Digging Your Scene - Ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Love in December - Club 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15469149-112548732019336663?l=kalmiki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/feeds/112548732019336663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15469149&amp;postID=112548732019336663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/112548732019336663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15469149/posts/default/112548732019336663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalmiki.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-soundtrack-of-week-tunes-that_31.html' title=''/><author><name>kalmiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02473113268295964785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4488/1433/320/sun22.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
