tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18207552233714880512024-02-19T14:38:00.023+07:00What Would Jessica Do?where thoughts transformed into a kaleidoscopeWhat Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-87950707135022355282008-05-18T09:10:00.003+07:002008-05-18T19:40:40.629+07:00DaNte's Post<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >18-05-2008</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">On this very day, we are celebrating a very special event that happens annually. This event has been a blessing for humanity, and all the creatures of this planet. It is the BIRTHDAY OF OUR PIMP: JONATHAN MARSHALL PANGKEY II!!! For your information Ms. Jess, Jonathan Marshall Pangkey is this ugly... no, HANDSOME, dashing, bold, intellectual, and awesome man on our grade. He is IRRESISTIBLE for women and he is a chick magnet. He is the ONE AND ONLY PIMP!!! Well that is beside the point of this blog... let's just start:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Of Trailers and Spoilers</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Correct me if I'm wrong, but there's always something that we look forward to in the cinemas right? If you are not a movie enthusiast, then there is something to look forward in the video games console. This is all thanks to trailers that are posted everywhere, especially before the movies in the theater start. Trailers, are very, very well... annoying, in a way. If the trailer was shown a year before the actual movie/game/electronics is released, people will go 'UGH! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE THING!!! HURRY UP!'. In economics term, this will make the demand for the good more inelastic, since trailers are a form of advertisement. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The iPhone advertisement/pictures were revealed around a year before the actual item was released. When the iPhone was officially released in the U.S., Apple aficionados went hectic and the amount of iPhones sold went skyrocket. When the infamous Sony PlayStation 3 was released, people lined up even before the store was open and the stock for PS 3 in all retailing stores in Japan was finished. This is what happens to advertisement, or trailers. My friend, Jason (formerly known as James) was so exhilarated when the Iron Man movie was released. I myself had been a victim to trailers. I became and act like a crazed lunatic waiting for the new season of Heroes. Well, I acted like that when I watched the trailer, but now I became normal again... sort of. I went rampage when I watched the trailer of Kingdom Hearts 3. There are a lot of trailers that have drove me insane and obsessed.<br /><br />Despite the fact that trailers are thrilling and exciting, there are some crappy trailers that boils your blood and irritates your eyes. If you don't know what I'm talking about, read my previous previous blog post, or watch the trailer of 'SUMPAH POCONG'. That is the definition of sh*t, friends. Really. I can't think of anything worse than that. Not yet, at least. That trailer is degrading the media of Indonesia. Some items or products weren't as expected as when they are in the trailers too, especially Indonesian horror movies. The Jumper wasn't as I expected it to be. I thought the movie was going to be awesome, but turns out it's just decent.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Trailers are the minions of evil, my friend. They are brainwashing you! Actually no, trailers are fun and adrenaline-rushing. At least with trailers you'll know what upcoming movies are there, and there is something that keeps you excited. Just be sure that you don't become obsessed and forget about everything else, ok? And watch out for crappy trailers.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-1045445354873455702008-05-13T21:07:00.011+07:002008-12-09T15:01:42.662+07:00The Scope of Channel Providers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mA8nENvdm3sUFFhQgcPkQi1t-ofDHDLTeEop4Of9C2tdkZo5WGqHBwZKstqa97R8ikLhAl23908_uf4LrYmBsdy5PZbRJV_d0ZKbM7QMpEMLLEL6zHqnzpwFSkFkd3SQTPsTeJir_F9L/s1600-h/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mA8nENvdm3sUFFhQgcPkQi1t-ofDHDLTeEop4Of9C2tdkZo5WGqHBwZKstqa97R8ikLhAl23908_uf4LrYmBsdy5PZbRJV_d0ZKbM7QMpEMLLEL6zHqnzpwFSkFkd3SQTPsTeJir_F9L/s320/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199865071099938130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Don't work harder, work smarter"</span> is what I could say to all us for the upcoming exams...<br /><br />Anyways... Donny's spirit for badminton is ignited by the biannual Thomas and Uber Cup, and he is neglecting all of his school works!! <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">(except for this blog, since it is pertaining to badminton)</span><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />The badminton spirit within Indonesians is on its climax. Numerous people from different ages are excited. These include me and my friends who watch the Thomas Cup in a teacher's room during lunch time and study period! However, when I go home and decided to watch the rest of the match, there are not any tournaments. It is not because the tournament have finished already or suddenly got canceled, but because of my provider.<br /><br />I use Kabelvision for my TV provider, and it gives me many channels - national and international - with a clean vision. Not to mention that it is cheap and we can access the upcoming schedule for every channels. Such facilities can also be found in other providers such as Indovision and Astro. However, it is surprising to know that these providers are unable to broadcast live shows that is held in several Indonesia channels. For example, the Thomas and Uber Cup are held in Trans TV and Trans 7 at one and six o'clock. If we watch these channels during those time through normal TV antenna, we can watch the competition. But during the same time, if we watch the channels through providers, we will only watch a black screen with background musics. Yet, the schedule on the provider indicates that the competition happening right now. What makes these providers take such actions?<br /><br />Maybe the providers does not have the agreement from the TV channels to broadcast the events, or they have to pay more to do that. Thus, the providers decided not to broadcast it at all. Another reason maybe because these providers does not feel that the broadcast is important. Note that such providers are often use by expatriate denizens, who does not have the same badminton spirit like most of the islanders. They are assuming that even if they broadcast the competition, majority of users will still watch other channels like Star World, MTV, Disney Channel, etc. It is a business strategy and and economic decision.<br /><br />Even with those purposes, providers (especially ones who are owned by Indonesians) should realize that many Indonesians would be disillusioned. I, for example, lived in Lippo Karawaci where Kabelvision is offered since the day I moved here. Because I am not using normal antenna, I cannot watch the tournament at home unless I buy an antenna. Even with antenna, the screen quality is less clear than providers'. It is just sad how business sometimes makes people too blinded with money, that it forget the happiness of its fellow citizens.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">this article does consist of a bias perception since I'm a badminton lover. But this issue is often argued by many people, especially during sports seasons. I hope that providers will consider this blog, and use it to improve the customer satisfaction. :)</span><br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">[just a short response to Dante's post]</span><br /><br />I'm also concerned about the axis issue. Me and my bus-mates discussed about this earlier, and we come to a conclusion that this is just a business strategy.<br /><br />It is possible that this fanatical gossip is a "sabotage" from other national cellphone operator. With the chain text-messages regarding the issue which threatens people's live, the operators like Telkomsel and Mentari will get more income through it. Keep in mind that with this issue, the text-message senders are mostly from non-axis users.<br /><br />Users of "axis" who believe in such myth will decline dramatically; decreasing its demand and forcing the operator to quit from Indonesia's market for cellphone operator. This might also a predatory strategy to kick foreign newcomers.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >All of this are just opinions, and are not meant to be taken seriously or offensively. Thanks </span>What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-56943085515514335472008-05-11T19:06:00.003+07:002008-12-09T15:01:42.822+07:00DaNte's Post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFqIUI5WzSX-d6GfW1sMt9pjBt30T1NK7jQhmqsgEGqKgLwvWZu0PTfwi-MaSYpwhRK-USDC63q67zk7g-m-ovKcn_dtOvkntyC8yY6gsWxwDoeEC10XyjhC3zI25iWFlG1adjUnZ7rSO/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFqIUI5WzSX-d6GfW1sMt9pjBt30T1NK7jQhmqsgEGqKgLwvWZu0PTfwi-MaSYpwhRK-USDC63q67zk7g-m-ovKcn_dtOvkntyC8yY6gsWxwDoeEC10XyjhC3zI25iWFlG1adjUnZ7rSO/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199888452901897570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >11-05-2008</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hoam... another week passed, and we are getting closer to the exams. So we better prepare ourselves and STUDY LIKE A POSSESSED MAN FROM NOW!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />The Axis of Evil<br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br />What strikes your mind when you read this title? Russia? World War 2? The Allied? Well, this 'Axis' is not about World War 2 or the like. This 'Axis' I'm talking about is the recent cellular phone operator in Indonesia. I am pretty sure you all know what I mean by 'The Axis of Evil', right? I think everyone got the sms... The stupid sms... I don't know who started the sms but it is certainly stupid to jump into a conclusion that 'Axis' is a satanic and brainwashing product when it just came into Indonesia's market.<br /><br />The advertisement of Axis with the repeated number of '6' makes it egregious for promoting the number of the devil. I guess not all big scale advertisements really promote their products well yeah?<br /><br />However, is it really true that 'Axis' is actually satanic and they are scheming an evil and diabolic plan? The number '6' that they continuously use could be a sign of evil. Not to be racist or anything, but their country of origin is Arab, where most of the population is Muslim. The advertisements are very large in scale as well. I saw the advertisement took a whole page in the newspaper. But nevertheless I don't think people should really be afraid of the product and spread such ridiculous rumors.<br /><br />But the rumors are not actually an entirely bad thing at all! I mean, this could make us more caution about what the media is trying to tell us right? By giving such fearsome rumors people will be more aware of what the advertisement offers and they are less likely to fall into the sweet euphemistic yet deceptive messages of media. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-80444025970818550192008-05-04T22:12:00.003+07:002008-12-09T15:01:42.951+07:00Of Sausages and Advertisements<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5y6Vt0fa4pjupJpy97_I6UrbDJXPyVTYkUYXk3yu96TRd9CBIhg4ORAUu6OwiHBFq_FzsCuEpXvn3eBevfS-ISBiI8qM8DBRVUUjp1Z2NVxeiAaDdrZezz9g_Tf21qXUTW6M-m6v3Sa2t/s1600-h/Agnes+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5y6Vt0fa4pjupJpy97_I6UrbDJXPyVTYkUYXk3yu96TRd9CBIhg4ORAUu6OwiHBFq_FzsCuEpXvn3eBevfS-ISBiI8qM8DBRVUUjp1Z2NVxeiAaDdrZezz9g_Tf21qXUTW6M-m6v3Sa2t/s320/Agnes+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196541251311937362" border="0" /></a><br /> </div><p class="MsoNormal">I don’t watch television often – in fact, I think I can count the number of times I’ve sat in front of the TV per annum. However, sometimes I’d catch a glimpse of what my other family members are watching. This evening, as I was having a snack in the kitchen, I saw one of the advertisements on TV. It was an Indonesian advertisement that was trying to promote sausages. It was decent enough, until it came to the company’s jingle. I didn’t remember how it went precisely, but I can assure you the tune was very cheesy and the lyrics were, well, ridiculous! In a nutshell, the singers in the advertisement were singing how awesome and nutritious the sausages are. And yes, they used the word ‘nutritious’ in Indonesian. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Sausages? Nutritious? How absurd! They comprised of the excess meat of pigs and cows and chickens that the meat companies couldn’t sell directly to the consumers! The sausages can very well contain the snouts and the disgusting what not of those animals that have been butchered into pieces! In addition, sausages contain this red dye that can be toxic to our bodies when consumed in a large amount. So are sausages healthy? I think not!<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now don’t get me wrong, I love sausages! Despite knowing their origins and how they’re made (an episode of The Simple Life covers this process!) I still eat them anyways. But even so, I wouldn’t consider sausages as ‘nutritious’ at all. I can’t believe the sausage company had the nerve to promote sausages as healthy; I know it’s technically legal – especially in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Indonesia</st1:place></st1:country-region> – but imagine the reaction of the not-so-educated people who have watched this advertisement. I’m afraid they’re going to believe the company’s incorrect jingle. I know I’m probably making a big deal about the whole sausage promotion, but I know that every other company is also implementing false advertising or censoring what the consumers should be informed with. As a result, the society continues to be unaware, ignorant, and well, naïve of the consequences that they might reap from buying those products. And that is dangerous.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-3386762099758727552008-05-04T21:02:00.003+07:002008-12-09T15:01:43.041+07:00What Was Then and Now<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNe5-Mo-8HvWOdqA8ppzfMAtOQyYdePcolXVGUxMIO7tTWDIWv1PG5ATO9jAX6SClTXlIEBk_b0R5qDOq-PB8PxS69I2PC24GK5VocnviurdUKBFKyZTj5D7dNNqgQiuvO6FbueC7a5Xg9/s1600-h/Agnes+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNe5-Mo-8HvWOdqA8ppzfMAtOQyYdePcolXVGUxMIO7tTWDIWv1PG5ATO9jAX6SClTXlIEBk_b0R5qDOq-PB8PxS69I2PC24GK5VocnviurdUKBFKyZTj5D7dNNqgQiuvO6FbueC7a5Xg9/s320/Agnes+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196523792269879106" border="0" /></a><br /> </div><p class="MsoNormal">Have you ever wondered the amount of movies and advertisements that you’ve seen in your life? Countless, I’m sure. An American youngster would watch TV at an average rate of four hours per day - let alone SPH students who could go to the nearest pirated dvd store and purchase tens of movies for an unbelievably cheap price. Over the years, I’ve realized that all the chick flicks, thrillers, musicals, comedies, action and horror movies that I’ve watched as well as the advertisements that I’ve seen on highway billboards and magazines have shaped my mindset in such an inconspicuous – and dangerous – manner. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I remember that I was in third grade when ‘Sex and the City’ first aired on HBO. I never stayed up late enough to watch the show, but I remember how I was so horrified at the name, even though I didn’t even know what ‘sex’ was back then. During those years, I felt that it was inappropriate for movies to show sensual activities – even a mere kiss on the lips! In addition, I’d cringe at the slightest profanity and condemn all violent actions as ‘inconceivable’! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">…How I’ve changed over the years. Now I spend my weekends watching television shows such as Desperate Housewives, the O.C, Gossip Girl, and Cashmere Mafia, all those which are filled with endless sensuality, implied sexual activities, profanity, violence (kind of). Many times I’d watch a movie that is not supposed to be shown within my age range. For instance, a couple of months ago I watched the Atonement. Although I really think the movie is amazing – the casts, script, cinematography, and background music – the movie is actually R rated due to sexual references. Do I think some of the scenes are inappropriate? Well yes. But did it stop me from watching the rest of the movie? Not at all. Furthermore, I actually do not mind when people curse around me – it slowly integrated to what I deem as normal and appropriate. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s unfortunate, I know. However, I’m still wondering whether one should abolish all means of media. I think the viewers ultimately have the power to control the negative influences of media on their lives. But I also know from personal experience that tv shows, movies, and advertisements are hard to resist. Thus, even though the best course of action would be to eliminate the kinds of media that we know would contaminate our minds, this would lead to ineffectiveness. Besides, it’s hard to cut off every single media whilst living in such an image driven world. Eh. I’m confused. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">(Forgive me for writing such a dull post.) </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A</p>What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-8679862643993646012008-05-04T09:44:00.004+07:002008-12-09T15:01:43.496+07:00DaNte's Post<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxP9d7jOjootnkGPjA1dx1vW_4hRUoIvlVj6m9noWUv_8S1CkcVuztOu-IxVBAhHSnnXKaoC_H3B_EwLWZfgTelVsIw8eP6RPxuhRkQfaLxTSu52EosKXMhQygN_9NRb1e0V1s6OIkpqEj/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxP9d7jOjootnkGPjA1dx1vW_4hRUoIvlVj6m9noWUv_8S1CkcVuztOu-IxVBAhHSnnXKaoC_H3B_EwLWZfgTelVsIw8eP6RPxuhRkQfaLxTSu52EosKXMhQygN_9NRb1e0V1s6OIkpqEj/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196521322663683890" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >04-05-2008</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I KNEW IT! Sooner or later someone is going to write a blog about the stupendous and epic IRON MAN!!! YEAH! GO IRON MAN! I think it's the best superhero movie I've ever seen. Or probably it is just how they visualize the creation and assembly of the iconic red and yellow metallic armor. I was going to write something about Iron Man, but I had to abandon that idea thanks to Jesse. Nevertheless, I'd like to write something that was related to Iron Man, in a way. It's about an advertisement of an Indonesian horror movie (we all know in this case it wouldn't exactly be a horror movie at all) before the movie started.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Three high school students sneaked through the school corridors, with one of them holding a video camera. They stood upon the threshold of the biology lab, and in the distance there is an old, filthy and mysterious school cleaner watching them closely. The students opened the door, and it turns out it was a birthday surprise for one of the students. The old man, however, stared at them with a cold and malicious look on his face.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hours later the principal found out about the birthday surprise and summoned the three students who sneaked into the school late at night. The principal was infuriated and scolded the trio. It was unclear who gave the video camera to the principal and why he was uncontrollably irate. The trio pretended to be oblivious about the video camera, and they swore that they don't know anything about the whole birthday surprise. Suddenly, one of them said "Sumpah pocong pak!" which means they swore to the 'pocong' ghost. The lights went off for a while, and the principal was appalled in silence. The trio walked out of the corridor, and once again the lights in the corridor dimmed and faded. The trio ran up to the stairs, and on end of the corridor the old man once again stared with an intimidating stare on his emotionless face.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is when the horror movie advertisement crumbles. Suddenly a girl with red dress appears and asking the audience if they are interested with the story. Unexpectedly, the setting changes into a movie cinema, where the girl appears in a casual clothing. The woman started advertising a new system the cinema had implemented. Advertising a lame horror movie is still fine, but to elongate it with a completely different product is outrageous. Not only the advertisement has no relation whatsoever, the latter advertisement is even longer than the former. At the end of the advertisement, the old mysterious man seen on the previous advertisement appears and says "Nonton filmnya!" with the girl supporting his statement.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is a pathetic advertisement. It doesn't conjure any image of an epic horror movie that will strike fear in the hearts of the audience. First, the horror movie doesn't even make sense and doesn't look intimidating at all. Second, the latter advertisement ruins the whole image of the horror movie and it doesn't even relate to a horror movie. This kind of advertisement depicts the degradation of media. Advertisement is everywhere. It is displayed anywhere even in the inappropriate place and time. The purpose of advertisement is no longer to educate and inform its audience, but to brainwash and define concepts and terms for society.</span><br /><br /><br /></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-32077891260802326152008-05-04T00:43:00.007+07:002008-12-09T15:01:43.790+07:00The Vision of Reality<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvljICGqCy8LPSNeSwl58qY2KqfUtgKK0Y7sJbqjqFPP4AvVFSeXBJvF70PfONQVFmPdSULAdg0sHQ2ULYOXv2B4KVmCystlpkKoulSXr0NXkx-gqJ_oL2v3JVf707VuCB0PGG3xj7g34t/s1600-h/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvljICGqCy8LPSNeSwl58qY2KqfUtgKK0Y7sJbqjqFPP4AvVFSeXBJvF70PfONQVFmPdSULAdg0sHQ2ULYOXv2B4KVmCystlpkKoulSXr0NXkx-gqJ_oL2v3JVf707VuCB0PGG3xj7g34t/s320/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196211071406090002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Let us not forget another form of media, the proof of humans' creativity, called novels.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">A written literature which consists of nicely put words and touching lessons</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Who says that only Western literature can create a huge impact to this Earth?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">I, as an Indonesian, proudly present an Indonesian novel that touches the heart of many..</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">.</span><br />*********************************************************************************<br />Chapter 2: </span>Laksar Pelangi (Rainbow's Army)<br /> - a novel that motivates and makes you feel sinful if you don't appreciate life.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8PkoRQdhhnHSI8uWStvY0c7LOIie3AodeapAEGTnqc0uiKi10QLDKWDn6w4Z5OqU06KOEk7bBCWPvt_hX188cOB43FGIzd-O_QBiYEIpdt9zQ4o70OeF2QZzi4xdvayfJrIoNi_mKevk/s1600-h/laskarp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8PkoRQdhhnHSI8uWStvY0c7LOIie3AodeapAEGTnqc0uiKi10QLDKWDn6w4Z5OqU06KOEk7bBCWPvt_hX188cOB43FGIzd-O_QBiYEIpdt9zQ4o70OeF2QZzi4xdvayfJrIoNi_mKevk/s320/laskarp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196212046363666210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We are might be bored with novels about friendship where controversies arise and ceases in the end. Although it might be endearing, such works does not truly open our eyes to the friendship circle we lived in. Let say that they are utterly fictional.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Laksar Pelangi</span>, however, tells us about the life of 11 students (classmates) from unfortunate backgrounds who study at a provincial school. Written in the pages are their relentless journey to search for knowledge and dreams. What makes this book special is the fact that the story is based on a true story of the author itself! Some people might grasp it incredulously because the event is too tragic or too fictional to be true.<br /><br />Lintang, one of the student, never skip a day of school even though he must bike for 40km to go to school everyday. He still comes even when all they did at school is singing a song for a festival. When he went home (another 40km) he help his dad as a human labor and can only study, using an oil lamp, when everyone have slept. Yet, he realizes that he is a natural genius; an Einstein and Archimedes who lived in a unfortunate village. Even in one scene, he dares to rebut a scientific analysis of a PhD Physician. This character truly amazes me. His intelligence has opened his friends' eyes and see that they can have a dream about their future, instead of continuing their dads' path as labors.<br /><br />Mahar, another student, is gifted in arts. His creative mind has make their school to achieve the 1st place during an Independence Day competition. And the materials used are not festive either. His scatter-brained persona and vivid imaginations had once lead him to believe in paranormal activities, which sometimes provide some scientific proof on some myths - a somewhat myth-busters. Readers will be surprised with how these poor students can change the society where they lived in, the society of Bangka Belitong (a town in Sumatra)<br /><br />Aside from these two are other students with unique, yet not as significant as Mahar and Lintang. Altogether, with their different dreams and ambitions, they build up a tight pact and make every events in their life meaningful and memorable.<br /><br />This first book of the tetralogy is narrated by the author himself, one of the 11 students. Although he seems very insignificant throughout the story, readers should realize that every single detail is sophisticatedly described and the flow of words is just....amazing. When reading this novel, readers will feel as if they see the scenes with their own eyes. Maybe it seems like an exaggeration, but it is true.<br /><br />I honestly cannot say much about the details, since every single pages consists of sentences you don't want to be spoiled with. As the back of the book says: this book is dedicated to those who believe in the magic of childhood and to those who trust a miraculous door that can change the future, known as education.<br /><br />This book has been commented and praised by Indonesian well known authors, as well as other public figures. They keep on stating how this book is full of emotions and originality. The author is even invited to <span style="font-style: italic;">Kick Andy</span> (Indonesia's Oprah) and is reunited with the characters in the book - his teacher and friends.<br /><br />All of us will witness the ironic life of these students. Who would expect that their future is not as it is expected as what they have shown during their school life? It may seem bitter to be told about, but it truly is...a vision of reality. Yet, when everything goes wrong, friends will always be there to help us with our dilemma!<br /><br />This is why, high school is the best period of our life! savor them... *cheers*<br /><br /><br /><br />-it seems that this novel is going to be filmed too! -What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-37976750067932728132008-05-03T04:58:00.002+07:002008-12-09T15:01:44.020+07:00Idolized Superhero with Wicked Computer Effects<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQP7PoMecWrYciuNg8g-SoFID8B8r6iap9dzdwrz2MRXK-JQ7fZwbX0_PlhKhus4g7ilwvnFYCo6irWkPIpNgL3VerEsXWMivpCC4j0eV6BK4gYqPH8K-189gswzpSsa5sw3Cx-XCaSpA/s1600-h/Jesse+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQP7PoMecWrYciuNg8g-SoFID8B8r6iap9dzdwrz2MRXK-JQ7fZwbX0_PlhKhus4g7ilwvnFYCo6irWkPIpNgL3VerEsXWMivpCC4j0eV6BK4gYqPH8K-189gswzpSsa5sw3Cx-XCaSpA/s320/Jesse+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196207923195062018" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">“Idolized Superhero with Wicked Computer Effects”<span style=""> </span>02-05-08</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">There is for all time a superhero within us that we admire as a child since our eyes have set upon one of the media. May it be actual people such as a hardworking father, a loving mother, your mathematics teacher, or people in the past who have contributed to society in the past such as the wise Confucious, Isaac Newton (Father of Modern Physics) and many others, or the typical fictional superhero that media has greatly enhanced in making it such a realistic figure such as Spider-Man.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">I, myself have been endowed and inspired by many characters that might and most probably did shape me to the person I am presently. I revere my mathematics teacher, Thomas Wiryanto, who have such a great influence in teaching and telling me how we should deal with life (an of course the mathematics side of it), I adore John von Neumann (1903-1957) a mathematician who is illustrious for his contribution of the ‘Game Theory’ (theory of life expressed into mathematics – well, he tried, and was very much complex) and from the fictional perspective, I idolize the recent big hit in the blockbusters, Ironman.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Marvel Productions have yet again generated a realistic interpretation of a mere comic strip through the use of high technological media. Other productions include the <i style="">X-Men</i> Trilogy, <i style="">Spider-Man</i> Trilogy (soon to be Quadrilogy) <i style="">the Hulk</i>, and many more Marvel characters. <i style="">Ironman</i> is currently the latest production with the remake of <i style="">Incredible Hulk</i> on its way.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAb-q4sqAjaawJ6LHDGg8w3D_uwfmpPVanO2_Ty6GtDXwH1vLZXuQvcd4eCOUrNWhyphenhyphensmj-noAfvhPJGyjbNg1uEpmBELSv_vkx-HxYusxzMKQUalakD6W2pF1LOuALweX0tmD68WJl-JAF/s1600-h/ironmanfinalposter2kr1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAb-q4sqAjaawJ6LHDGg8w3D_uwfmpPVanO2_Ty6GtDXwH1vLZXuQvcd4eCOUrNWhyphenhyphensmj-noAfvhPJGyjbNg1uEpmBELSv_vkx-HxYusxzMKQUalakD6W2pF1LOuALweX0tmD68WJl-JAF/s320/ironmanfinalposter2kr1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196587314836186978" border="0" /></a></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Ironman, like any other Marvel superheroes, concerns with the story of how one became a hero. Protagonist Tony Stark was renowned to be the owner of Stark Industries, producers of the best, most hi-tech weaponries a country can ask for. The story started with him being captured by “terrorists” and was forced to build a weapon. He was astounded after his traumatic experience in Gulmira, Afghanistan that the weapons he produced are bought to kill people and sadly, Americans. Determined to change the principle of his industries through his moral consciousness, he stopped the company’s production, isolated himself into creating something to destroy all his weapons manufactured. His greatest challenge was to face what he created falling into the wrong hands.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">As an entirety, the movie is filled with wicked computer effects that rendered within the scenes and has captured many audiences into being enthralled by such high technology. One of the accomplishments is due to the protagonist itself which was described to be this hi-tech geek graduated from Massachusetts Institute of Technology and a billionaire that has helped made the storyline flow as if he was the genius in making such technology.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">One of the scenes that strike my with amazement was the part where he created his “heart” through the use of scientific ingeniousness by injecting his nervous system with a modified techno-organic virus to save his own life and thus his circular light in his chest that is said to generate 3 gigawatts of energy to prolong his dying body. (A lightning alone is approximately 1.21 gigawatts). If anyone could build that right this moment in time, they can be billionaires like Tony Stark himself for global energy resources are dilapidating.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">There are several reasons why I idolize Ironman. One of the fact is that he is a billionaire (that is a lot of money, everyone wants to be wealthy), he graduated from an Ivy League MIT with magna cum laude and that he is not one of those superheroes who has naturally gained “superpowers” such as Spiderman, yet he is a self-made superhero. *Yes I know, all the descriptions in the last paragraph are realistic fiction, but nonetheless, I don’t mind idolizing fictional characters, everyone does that*</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">There are hints that the movie showed to insinuate a sequel to this wicked geeky movie. The fact that in the Marvel comics, James Rhodes (the Air Force Military partner) will become WarMachine due to Tony Stark’s declining lifestyle of both financially and biologically, there was this particular scene where Rhodes in the movie almost took the Mark I armor, second prototype of Ironman but specifically said, “Maybe next time, baby”</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">It’s a must-watch movie especially to all those physics, chemistry and biology geeks and those who especially adore outstanding computer effects that has enhanced media to the next level.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">Thus, <s style="">Tuesday’s</s> Saturday with Jesse – What Would Jessica Do?</p>What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-2450625120610560582008-04-27T22:41:00.001+07:002008-12-09T15:01:44.136+07:00Media: Something Everything Is...<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnFPyvU5NvFMq5cB_Agwyc599ZjG0AALCQlLQ9Za2N9ivYP6dQLyhNHpug2tEMj2wA8ZQ9-iyIr5maU0QgKQPDNzP3aTrxXC51aZDprsDgmuqVDYmiCG9YFnayh9j0-rxkjAYS6yM2yAg/s1600-h/Jesse+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnFPyvU5NvFMq5cB_Agwyc599ZjG0AALCQlLQ9Za2N9ivYP6dQLyhNHpug2tEMj2wA8ZQ9-iyIr5maU0QgKQPDNzP3aTrxXC51aZDprsDgmuqVDYmiCG9YFnayh9j0-rxkjAYS6yM2yAg/s320/Jesse+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193961290227033842" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">“Media: Something Everything Is…”<span style=""> </span>27-04-08</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As they say that the definition and meanings of certain vocabularies change through time, the understanding of the word <i style="">media</i> on present day has also been slightly converted. Taking back to the early twentieth century, <i style="">media</i> is known to be the plural form of <i style="">medium</i> where medium means something. To elaborate on the vagueness of a medium, it is basically an object which is generated from ideas or information. As medium is considered to be single information, media is considered to be massive information. With this axiom deliberated, we can assume that everything around us is basically media, and in this reality, it is.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The forms of media has not just changed within time but has also grown and become miscellaneous in making the world smaller and smaller. From the times of which information was passed down through teachings and Chinese whispers, became more creative through the use of engraving in stone tablets and scrolls, a few decades later evolved into newspapers and in today’s world, we can see that information has been vastly portrayed through computers, books, television, radio and even handphones. We are constantly viewing some things (taking it back from its actual definition) and media is not just news or advertisement (people are usually mistaken in this) but anything that encompass information or ideas of any kind. Thus, even children’s books and movies are media, textbooks are media and taking the definition to the extreme, even the calendar should be a media. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">It is not peculiar in knowing that media has such a great affect upon viewers, knowing that media surrounds us all the time. One of the most reckoned media, advertisement has been notorious in depreciating society’s morality and ethics, plays a huge role on media in even bluffing consumers to buy products. But we are obligated in these things that the world surrounds us with; lies, deception and trickery’s in the manipulation of information.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">To close the introduction of media, I would just like to say not to consider those remarks made by people through products and such; know that everything is advertised and that everyone is constantly giving information in all sorts of ways to convince such that our minds are molded into it. Beware; our study of media is to look at things not just from what it is showing but from what it is not showing and abstractly, the hidden messages. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">*Aside from a brief history and explanation of the actually entity a media is, the next few blogs would be analysis of different medias, responses and hopefully, see the hidden side of everything.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="">“The medium is the message.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.5in; line-height: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="">Marshall McLuhan (1911 - 1980)</span><span style="">, <i>"Understanding Media", 1964</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="">“The biases the media has are much bigger than conservative or liberal. They're about getting ratings, about making money, about doing stories that are easy to cover.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.5in; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Al Franken</span><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">, </span><i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">"Lies and the Lying Liars who Tell Them", 2003</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Thus, <s style="">Tuesday’s</s> Sunday with Jesse – What Would Jessica Do?</p>What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-53168583281495639242008-04-27T20:45:00.006+07:002008-12-09T15:01:44.516+07:00When Two Chinese Action Actors Collaborate...<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5KyNTR9YwXywwKz5T2BY7IN1vTL34jCpfOsk41L7mhSyqGJ4RpN2yWeCWBbco85bCTRgdmc7BcBLXQvSqXJvpQs_meTLXYz1y4pvAyyQviun1fOM9wMU9B51jtDzv90-BgmO9YkbM4Zx/s1600-h/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5KyNTR9YwXywwKz5T2BY7IN1vTL34jCpfOsk41L7mhSyqGJ4RpN2yWeCWBbco85bCTRgdmc7BcBLXQvSqXJvpQs_meTLXYz1y4pvAyyQviun1fOM9wMU9B51jtDzv90-BgmO9YkbM4Zx/s320/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193934712969406146" border="0" /></a><br /></div>It has been a long time since I have blogged here...<br /><br />I have returned and starting from now I will bring to you synopsis of the media world around us!!<br /><br />**************************************************************************************<br /><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chapter 1: </span>Forbidden Kingdom - <span style="font-size:85%;">the path is unsafe, the place is unknown, the journey is unbelievable<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzPuhtLP54RVtex3oCGObksb7RhyphenhyphenEWt3YN9x8SYHc1z5jn0FlBVCjKhJA8abr0ICuZBsxeKBAoliEocpxvFW_tsV1zRYSv2Jnte-tARCItJEPO6oxUFmpeozV1vTa5L9ASUZuBPAPrjd5/s1600-h/The+Forbidden+Kingdom+02.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzPuhtLP54RVtex3oCGObksb7RhyphenhyphenEWt3YN9x8SYHc1z5jn0FlBVCjKhJA8abr0ICuZBsxeKBAoliEocpxvFW_tsV1zRYSv2Jnte-tARCItJEPO6oxUFmpeozV1vTa5L9ASUZuBPAPrjd5/s320/The+Forbidden+Kingdom+02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193937577712592610" border="0" /></a><br />Through the <span style="font-style: italic;">Drunken Master </span>tetralogy and <span style="font-style: italic;">The One </span>we have recognized the adroit martial artist who is short, yet swift - Jet Li. And through <span style="font-style: italic;">Police Story</span> trilogy, <span style="font-style: italic;">Medallion,</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Rush Hour</span> we have witness the humorous and robust Jackie Chan, who is well known for its non-stunt man actions. Those two have their own debut which lead them to fame and glory, but have you ever seen them act together? <span style="font-style: italic;">The Forbidden Kingdom</span> gives you the answer!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Forbidden Kingdom </span></span>is about Jason Tripitikas, a kungfu-obsessed American teen who embarked a journey to China. With the help of martial artists warriors (Jackie Chan) he is on a mission to emancipate the Monkey King (Jet Li). Throughout the journey, Jason learns that kungfu is not as epic as it is described in comic books nor video games.<br /><br />As a whole, this movie imbues perfection in terms of story line and visualization of scenes. This is because the setting has captured the audience's attention and brought them to a typical yet thrilling world of kungfu. Such achievement is also supported with the choice of casts and their position within the storyline. Jackie Chan gives the humorous ambiance along with his symbolical martial art style - a drunken master. Jet Li provides the exhilaration of action movies with his originality of kungfu. It is enjoyable to see how Jackie Chan's carefree attitude collides with Jet Li's serious nature. Not only they create a must-watch fighting scenes and humor, but there are times when they send a word of wisdom to the audience - typical Chinese movies.<br /><br />However, the portrayal of a perfect Chinese action movie is disillusioning, to some people, because of a Western cast as the main character. Jason Tripitikas, played by Michael Angarano <span style="font-style: italic;">(Sky High)</span>, caused the story to mostly revolve around his naiveness; resulting a minimized action scenes. However, other viewers might see this as a reminiscences of old American martial art movies due to his facial resemblance to past's actors. It's all about perspective.<br /><br />Rumor had said that Jackie Chen was first displeased with the script. Maybe it is because the storyline is distorted by Western movie cultures.<br /><br />The fact that it is make to be watched by everyone caused the nonexistence of gore killing scenes. Yet, several swear words are said, possibly to give the antagonistic feeling. <span style="font-style: italic;">The Forbidden Kingdom</span> labeled as PG-13.<br /><br />The type of jokes in this movie are classic Jackie Chan jokes: twisting other character's sentences and playing around with his enemy during battles. Jet Li also displays his wittiness as the Monkey King. The funniest scene in this movie, for me, is when Jackie Chen tries to summon rain but what sprinkles him is not rain but Jet Li's urine :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0029400/">"Jason Tripitikas</a></b>: He needs wine. It's his elixir. <br /> <b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2973467/">Medicine Monk</a></b>: We will send a walking monk. <br /> <b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000329/">Lu Yan (Jackie Chan)</a></b>: Can't you send a running monk?<br /></div><br />Although this movie possesses a Western movie cliche, it did not hide the amazing collaboration of Jackie Chan and Jet Li but make the most out of it instead. What is disappointing is the cut (or badly edited) scenes. The anti-climax is also very brief and cliche as well. But nonetheless, it is a recommendable movie to those Jackie Chan and Jet Li lovers. But don't set a high expectation when watching it!<span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> I would rate this movie 8 / 10...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span>What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-11110251984884511652008-04-27T08:54:00.003+07:002008-12-09T15:01:44.722+07:00DaNte's Post - the newest!<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVBcz9jd7wyZ144oRInMHtLz6YiEOvH2hwSxfVDxMMJjvUOKXtgDjkhwK7dAUZ7SXv51L4p_TBVnSYqPhk6nZGGZ3O8D1DPXrftHav3eUlkzjbT7gb6bJAF5iDRzYeX6uIK7OsJMl2Mfa/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVBcz9jd7wyZ144oRInMHtLz6YiEOvH2hwSxfVDxMMJjvUOKXtgDjkhwK7dAUZ7SXv51L4p_TBVnSYqPhk6nZGGZ3O8D1DPXrftHav3eUlkzjbT7gb6bJAF5iDRzYeX6uIK7OsJMl2Mfa/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193904008248207026" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >27-04-2008</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hey everyone! DaNte's posts are back! Yeah! Aren't you guys happy? So anyway, since it is a new term in the wonderful world of IB, there will be a new topic as well. We are currently studying about media and its dreadful effects to the society! Bad bad advertisements. However media is not only about advertisements. Turns out it is about movies and TV shows as well! The blog topic for this term is commenting about the medias that we are engaged with recently. Hence, we will be talking about movies, advertisements, TV shows and many more. Us prodigious Miss Jessica's A2 English HL class will show you the true power and the heinous purposes and meanings of the MEDIA!!! *dum dum dum*</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >STAR MILD: ''MORE TASTE! MORE OBSESSED!''</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A few weeks ago (when I was still in my prime condition. No spots or poxes) when I was on the way home, I saw an advertisement on a huge billboard in front of me. The advertisement was, not surprisingly, a cigarette advertisement. The brand for that particular cigarette was Star Mild, the one where they always question you with "What's your obsession?". The advertisement I witnessed was a newer product of the Star Mild cigarette. It portrays a picture of a man pushing away another man (who is in the advertisement of the previous Star Mild product) to the edge. On the advertisement were inscribed "Lebih Punya Taste! Lebih Terobsesi!" which means: "More Taste! More Obsessed!". On the left corner, in tiny words, were inscribed the hazards of smoking. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This is absurd. Really. This is absurdly preposterous. I mean, what the hell?! "More Taste, More Obsessed"? What kind of fricking advertisement was that! Well, it is like saying: This cigarette is tastier than the others, you'll get more addicted with this! The advertisement has a subliminal message of making people addicted more to smoke by instilling the word 'obsessed' in their minds. Star Mild is probably insane. Looking at other cigarette ads, I haven't seen one who tells the audience to get addicted to cigarette, or maybe they didn't say it blatantly. Luckily, children may not understand this message clearly. But for bright and astute teenagers such as me, it might have an impact on our lifestyle. We might think: cigarette - obsession - addiction - trend - cool. This is really devastating. Imagine the increasing number of smoking-addicted teenagers if they think this way. So be very careful when seeing these cigarette ads. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Do not succumb into the temptation to be 'cool' or 'trendy' by smoking. It is bad, my friends. There are unwanted health consequences by smoking, so you mustn't fall for the euphemistic language of advertisement. They are just covering the hazards of smoking! Beware of the evils of advertisement. They are liars! WASPADA! WASPADA! (Beware! Beware!)</span><br /></div></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-29502194620708159852008-03-07T23:11:00.004+07:002008-12-09T15:01:45.190+07:00DaNte's Post: 9th for 3rd Term<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0OiU-eLUu_F3fiDRa8KzldJaIvz0ZlvsEJXp8M3mFdQmR7R8YND9Whs1hBr2s7Ngm7Zhqrgwm3CmT0quq9G3gK0jizMWpdv6sBViX-cEhpjA5oT-z1ipyAAk78VF-9dCEj7VmbrYG86B/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0OiU-eLUu_F3fiDRa8KzldJaIvz0ZlvsEJXp8M3mFdQmR7R8YND9Whs1hBr2s7Ngm7Zhqrgwm3CmT0quq9G3gK0jizMWpdv6sBViX-cEhpjA5oT-z1ipyAAk78VF-9dCEj7VmbrYG86B/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184564396232029058" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >07-02-2008</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >(11:12 PM)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Yes I just finished playing Dota! The result: ABSOLUTE DEFEAT! Damn Hendru for being an ATM machine. If the next day is holiday, the best thing to do the night before is PLAY DOTA ALL NIGHT LONGGGGGG!!! Nah, I'm not that much of a dork...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Erratic Picture of the Day (again)</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTMCfqE5uRQHlcEo3C8sRbNjT5d1olWk39SDqUN_f4pfPO8VlV7k5hu2m73ju3aQYWtsQDLy3mycc45iy52Je12QRlX6myKFwhjuGO_WvPZcVmBlvvmxrwK99VOL6I0qpGEedAIBoa5Ob/s1600-h/order.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTMCfqE5uRQHlcEo3C8sRbNjT5d1olWk39SDqUN_f4pfPO8VlV7k5hu2m73ju3aQYWtsQDLy3mycc45iy52Je12QRlX6myKFwhjuGO_WvPZcVmBlvvmxrwK99VOL6I0qpGEedAIBoa5Ob/s320/order.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175034378083150290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Strange Facts!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> In 1958 the US sent two mice called Laska and Benjy into space.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Word of the Day (Again)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">bounteous (adj) - giving or disposed to give freely; generous; liberal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Topic of the Day (Again)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Well, I just finished playing Dota and I still don't know what to write. Maybe this post is going to be another random babbling from me. No! Random babbling is bad... I should come up with something... Hmm... I wonder what is interesting to write for a post...<br /><br />To get an idea for my blog post, I asked a friend of mine in MSN. His name is Comeback Kid. So here goes:<br /><br />me: hey, I don't know what to write for my blog<br />Comeback Kid (CK): Huh? since when did you blog<br />me: I'm in Ms. Jess's class<br />CK: OH yeah! A1 or A2?<br />me: A@<br />me: A2<br />CK: hmmm<br />CK: MARSHALL'S PIMPINESS!!!<br />me: Uh...<br />CK: MARSHALL'S PIMPINESS!!!<br />me: okay... what about the pimpiness?<br />CK: MARSHALL'S PIMPINESS!!!<br />me: ........ okay fine but you help me. Give me a testimonial about Marshall<br />CK: okay... actually I can't... I wouldn't know what to write either<br />me: - -"<br />CK: MARSHALL'S PIMPINESS!!!<br /><br />Okay the conversation wasn't exactly like that, but sort of. Anyways, so I'm still stuck here all alone and it's 12:04 AM already. GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WRITE! Oh yeah, I got one thing that I want to write.<br /><br />I hate the current Naruto episodes. They suck! All they do is waste chapters while leaving readers in curiosity and suspense. First Sasuke was 'fighting' Itachi, and Itachi was stabbed, but turns out Sasuke was hit by a genjutsu (illusion). Sasuke then somehow appeared behind Itachi and stabbed him (he backstabbed him... ha-ha-ha get it?). Then it TURNS OUT (AGAIN) that it was an illusion. Finally they fight for real. Sasuke was striving hard to defend himself, and finally Itachi got him and the chapter ended by him plucking out Sasuke's eyes. BUT it TURNS OUT AGAIN THAT IT WAS A FRICKING ILLUSION!!!!!! )($#*@()$_*#@_!!!! Then they talk-talk-talk and then Itachi used Amaterasu... and it seemed that Sasuke died. BUT THEN IT TURNS OUT SASUKE WAS USING A REPLACEMENT TECHNIQUE OF SOME SORT THAT HE GOT FROM OROCHIMARU _)$#(_$)#@*$_()*#!)$!!!!!<br /><br />The point is: I hate the recent Naruto manga chapters<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joke of the Day </span><br /><br />A police officer stops a blonde for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">She replied in a huff, "I wish you guys could get your act together. Just yesterday you take away my license and then today you expect me to show it to you."</span><br /></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-68179250028678945652008-03-07T18:54:00.004+07:002008-12-09T15:01:45.456+07:00DaNte's Post: 8th for 3rd Term<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixv2CMyLHB_NReTPpcYNazj14UoMMOdyCEqrXryxLPMY5s87jvx83TPz1ekuvcgSDD6MYQUgUEFH88u9TYazK3xkcB6JLbeXZ7OkPTo07NfHW2FXw-FqYQJcga7ud0qPpZNVt-zXv0Mbgs/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixv2CMyLHB_NReTPpcYNazj14UoMMOdyCEqrXryxLPMY5s87jvx83TPz1ekuvcgSDD6MYQUgUEFH88u9TYazK3xkcB6JLbeXZ7OkPTo07NfHW2FXw-FqYQJcga7ud0qPpZNVt-zXv0Mbgs/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184564275972944754" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">DaNte's Post!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">07-03-2008</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sorry I didn't post on time last weeK! There's so much stuff to do (play Dota, open Facebook, chat with friends, etc) and I was doing my homework and assignments! Anyways, so tonight (hopefully) I will post 2 posts! Whee!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Erratic Picture of the Day</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6wTrIueFxqORFgaR3Kol6t8TCZiCMyAq634A8v-uJ2zFO0VtgWlEHqyWfokPnvNaOAhkdEK-51eYONoO246khfPonrwsluvhCkudgEdLHNX0ENtoppAqqBVeLjm7imNnB8FGmH0y8Enl/s1600-h/1573.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6wTrIueFxqORFgaR3Kol6t8TCZiCMyAq634A8v-uJ2zFO0VtgWlEHqyWfokPnvNaOAhkdEK-51eYONoO246khfPonrwsluvhCkudgEdLHNX0ENtoppAqqBVeLjm7imNnB8FGmH0y8Enl/s320/1573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175007096450886082" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I don't know if that's true or not, but that's AWESOME! I should definitely go there as a refugee. (joking!!!!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Strange Facts </span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">No word in the the English dictionary rhymes with "MONTH"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Word of the Day</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ruminate (v) - to meditate, ponder</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic of The Day</span><br /><br />Hmm! It's another blog post, and I really don't know what to write (as always). So for this post let me just tell you some things about myself. My name is Edward Bud... :D nah, just kidding. Anyways, sometimes when unfortunate things happen, I just want to spill every single feeling into a blog post. But, the events occur anachronistically, and later I don't feel like writing anymore. Its just hard sometimes to bear misfortunes all by yourself. You just hope someone will catch you when you fall. However due to this unjust world and its vile denizens, we don't always get what we want. *Sigh*<br /><br />I know, I know this is quite a depressing topic, but I've just been thinking to write this from last week, you know. Anyway don't you think it's easier if you could erase any memory in your brain? For instance if you want to forget about a traumatic experience, you can just forget about it and the thought of that trauma will not emerge anymore. Yeah it's nice to dream but I have to get real!<br /><br />Lets move on from such a lugubrious conversation! Anyways there has been 3 birthday parties for 3 weeks in a row. Some people are not able to come to some of the birthday parties because their parents don't allow them to go that often. That sucks! We need more people in the party so it will be crowded and fun! But then again, some people are shy and they kept quite when the MC tells them to do stuff or something. Ugh we need more ME! I am fun! But then again if there are a lot of Me's, the global temperature will rise thus the global warming issue will be more severe.<br /><br />I got to tell you about this stupid friend of mine. This is a big clue, he is in my physics class and his hair is NOT BLACK. So what he did is he pulled a measuring tape (the measuring device where you have to pull this tape to know the length and all) to TAKE the tape. It is like pulling a ball of string to get the ball. Oh yeah, my physics teacher is leaving. Great. He's such an enlightened and fun teacher. And he has an aerodynamic and stylish hair. Oh come on! Who's going to teach physics next year?! I don't want the other teacher to teach my class... He's... weird.<br /><br />I'm in need of a new phone here. My phone kind of sucks. It's slow, has no camera, and battery life kind of sucks. However it's kind of an okay phone actually. I'm just kind of a materialistic person :P. Ugh, bad attribute of mine. Personally I think I prefer Nokia more than Sony Ericsson. Probably it's because I used Nokia longer than Sony Ericsson. The problem is, Nokia phones are relatively more expensive than SE. SE phones are decent quality with an affordable price. Nokia phones are money drainers. They're just like vacuum cleaners. They clean your wallet well.<br /><br />Anyway, enough of my random babbling for tonight, I'm gonna play dota again now, CHAO! :D<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joke of the Day</span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> The Marriage-Go-Round</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> There are two times when a man doesn't understand a woman:</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Before marriage and after marriage.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Married men live longer than single men.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> But married men are a lot more willing to die.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" ></span><br /><br /></span></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-82623271980005928482008-02-25T21:11:00.004+07:002008-12-09T15:01:45.705+07:00DaNte's Post 7th for 3rd Term<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXtVuIakt1DuVaglr7gWdOpFE8vHSTBYpgH1MV730UDML_y4y2MQBBnKqBkuUDUe3xvnVmtUo8F9NJ8lW8YHLXFrBBkVWzopqv8mdC4w3K-sVdsA-oIx3vcriIDcwREyeW6wL26w6iykP/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXtVuIakt1DuVaglr7gWdOpFE8vHSTBYpgH1MV730UDML_y4y2MQBBnKqBkuUDUe3xvnVmtUo8F9NJ8lW8YHLXFrBBkVWzopqv8mdC4w3K-sVdsA-oIx3vcriIDcwREyeW6wL26w6iykP/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184564529376015250" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >25-02-2008</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Happy birthday to Stephanie T., William D., Fo Vania and Jessica T.! This upcoming Saturday all Indonesian IB schools will be attending the TOK conference crap... Blah... so boring. Then the next morning at 7 I must assemble in school to go to this community service... I also have to do my EE... Ugh... I just got a pretty bad grade for Physics Test... Anyhow, I must not be enervated! I shall exult and be grateful of what I have got!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Erratic Picture of the Day</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjbJdghln-n382WGJzebyXwD3xWMFKt5zQ3EAPu_FVpEI82IOrHPb5dZ2nz2L5pi8c18FPE7quglzwM2K5DIcmYvSlWx6ofXW-AbWBziySishNouwHGnB35gFRyIhdOTf01GaL1bDZbZk/s1600-h/for+her+mag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjbJdghln-n382WGJzebyXwD3xWMFKt5zQ3EAPu_FVpEI82IOrHPb5dZ2nz2L5pi8c18FPE7quglzwM2K5DIcmYvSlWx6ofXW-AbWBziySishNouwHGnB35gFRyIhdOTf01GaL1bDZbZk/s320/for+her+mag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170922279561289858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hahahahaha!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Strange Facts! </span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;"><span style="color:black;">A headache and inflammatory pain can be reduced by eating 20 tart cherries<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Word of the Day</span><br /><br />Voluptuous (adj.) - relating or characterized by luxury or sensual pleasure<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic of the Day</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why Indonesia Dwells in Misery</span><br /><br />Yes, I have decided to pick this controversial topic due to a folly and horrible moment I experienced yesterday. So anyway, I had a drum grade test in Jln. Gatot Subroto. My parents were gone, and I have no driver available on weekends. So the only option is Taxi! Yay! So I told my gardener to find me a cab. The test was 11.30 by the way, and I have to be there in 11.00. Finally my gardener got me a cab approximately 10.30, and the cab wasn't Blue Bird. For your own safety and sake, PLEASE never use any other taxis other than the Blue Bird Group. NO ONE can guarantee your safety if you ride other taxis. Anyways, so yeah, I rode the taxi anyway, since there was no other choice and I'm rushing. Due to my fatigue and sleep deprivation, I fell asleep in the cab. THIS IS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I'VE DONE!!! Remember that the test was in GATOT SUBROTO, and when I woke up, I was in TEBET!!! Which is quite far from GATOT SUBROTO!!! Curses! $(#@*$@#()Yes, I have decided to pick this controversial topic due to a folly and horrible moment I experienced yesterday. So anyway, I had a drum grade test in Jln. Gatot Subroto. My parents were gone, and I have no driver available on weekends. So the only option is Taxi! Yay! So I told my gardener to find me a cab. The test was 11.30 by the way, and I have to be there in 11.00. Finally my gardener got me a cab approximately 10.30, and the cab wasn't Blue Bird. For your own safety and sake, PLEASE never use any other taxis other than the Blue Bird Group. NO ONE can guarantee your safety if you ride other taxis. Anyways, so yeah, I rode the taxi anyway, since there was no other choice and I'm rushing. Due to my fatigue and sleep deprivation, I fell asleep in the cab. THIS IS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I'VE DONE!!! Remember that the test was in GATOT SUBROTO, and when I woke up, I was in TEBET!!! Which is quite far from GATOT SUBROTO!!! Curses! $(#@*$@#()$&@()*!!!!!! Lucky I was able to manage my anger otherwise I would've punched the friggin driver and left the cab. I was almost yelling when I was talkin to him. I had to pay around 20 thousand more than what I should have payed. Damn stupid driver. Then I told him to stop at the nearest crossing bridge and I had to walk. Since that catastrophic, menacing and unfortunate event my day hasn't been so good, and during the test I made couple mistakes. #)(*@)($*#@)$*!<br />amp;@()*!!!!!! Lucky I was able to manage my anger otherwise I would've punched the friggin driver and left the cab. I was almost yelling when I was talkin to him. I had to pay around 20 thousand more than what I should have payed. Damn stupid driver. Then I told him to stop at the nearest crossing bridge and I had to walk. Since that catastrophic, menacing and unfortunate event my day hasn't been so good, and during the test I made couple mistakes. #)(*@)($*#@)$*!<br /><br />Liars. Cheaters. Fakers. That's what our country's full of. Visit Indonesia 2008 my a$!!! C'mon, if taxi drivers are like this, how the hell are tourists supposed to go traveling in Indonesia with absolute security? Well, it was sort of my folly too, to sleep in the cab. Never do that! Especially when the cab is not from a well known company. Indonesia's trapped in destitution and misery because people do not want to work honestly and they always want the easy way. Indonesians also never try to be different from everyone else. Their paradigm is "oh, if he's doing it, then I'll do it too!". Oh yeah, forgot to tell you another reason why Indonesia sucks. Later that day I went to Kelapa Gading to visit my aunt. During the trip, the road was CRAP. I mean, ABSOLUTE CRAP! The CRAPPIEST OUT OF THE KING OF THE CRAPPIEST CRAP!!! Okay, I'm not making sense. I'm just stressed out at the fact that the road there was really bad. The holes were about the size of a school table with a depth of around 20-30 cm deep. That's really bad. And to make it worse, it's not just a patch. Its like the road for the next 30 meters are like that!!! WHAT THE HELL DO WE PAY THE FRIGGIN TAX FOR?!?! Seriously. Most leaders of Indonesia is MYOPIC AND SELF CENTERED! How can we grow if we don't solve the simplest problems in our country? How can WE FIX OUR COUNTRY IF WE DON'T START BEING HONEST TO EACH OTHER!!!<br /><br />I apologize for mocking my home country, but I really think this issue should be addressed. If anyone is reading this post, HEED THESE WORDS! BE HONEST TO EACH OTHER ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE DOING YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES! INDONESIAN GOVERNMENTS, PLEASE DO SOMETHING ABOUT OUR BELOVED INDONESIA!!! OUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT.... OUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT..... YE YE YE YA YE YE YA YA! okay I'm being random and not making sense at all. This is Alpha 06, over and out.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joke of the Day </span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" > Sour Grapes?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A duck walks into a bar. Cutest little duck you've ever seen. He walks up to the bartender and asks, "You got any grapes?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The bartender says, "No, we don't have any grapes." The duck walks out.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> The next day, the same duck walks in and goes up to the bartender. The duck says, "Got any grapes?" </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The bartender says, "Look, I told ya yesterday we ain't got no grapes." The duck walks out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The next day, here comes the duck, up to the bartender. The bartender looks at him, and asks, "What'll it be today?"</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The duck says, "Got any grapes?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The bartender is pissed now, and he says, "Look pal, you come in here one more time and ask for grapes, I'm gonna nail your beak to the bar! You hear me!?" The duck walks out.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The next day, same duck comes right up to the bartender. The bartender looks at him across the bar and says, "Yeah?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The duck says, "Got any nails?"</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The bartender, kinda confused says, "No."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The duck says, "Got any grapes?"</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-63750508407543603692008-02-17T16:39:00.009+07:002008-12-09T15:01:45.788+07:00A Spectacular Weekend: Nervousness, Smile, Tears - [The 18th Blog]<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREBSI7v-DgCPz-VhGODNUy5cnDKzvK3m1k8wZ5PEqKgCddxFKfOZPICfZCGhFqBrqx99_jr6qmzg5F2vxRRmUmRRpv8B3FLqXvth0idVrnxV5XRZMovh2QVM9Noteo0E8ChJ9oSwXrAn0/s1600-h/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREBSI7v-DgCPz-VhGODNUy5cnDKzvK3m1k8wZ5PEqKgCddxFKfOZPICfZCGhFqBrqx99_jr6qmzg5F2vxRRmUmRRpv8B3FLqXvth0idVrnxV5XRZMovh2QVM9Noteo0E8ChJ9oSwXrAn0/s320/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167899931548829122" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">******************************************************************************</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Bahasa of the Day</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Rekayasa - </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A planned and fake event</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">******************************************************************************</span><br /></div>Ah, procrastination is in the air. It has been weeks since I haven't posted any blog and without realizing it, it's another weekend.<br /><br />Life is sad when our hopes are absorbed away by our false assumption of failing. This is suffered by me for years and it keeps haunting me forevermore~ *random*<br /><br />Anyhow, this week has been a relaxing week. This year's Valentine's Day is an okay one; I am still single and I am proud of it! Looting chocolate from friends was worth savored for. Last Friday I went to this Indonesian event regarding an appreciation towards Indonesian most beloved poet: Sapardi Djoko Damono. It was awesome! I get the chance to meet and take pictures with him! *but I blinked in the picture, sigh* The show started at eight, but I arrived at home at two in the morning, since Gary and Karina kidnapped me to go to eX at midnight to eat dinner. As i entered my room I, literally, fainted on my bed until morning.<br /><br />Six hours later, I went to badminton practice as usual. I received my badminton uniform with my name envisaged on its back. Juan misprinted Jesse's name and when he gave it too Jesse, the name on the back is spelled "Yesse" instead. Juan felt really bad for it and we all laugh. It was hilarious.<br /><br />During the practice, however, Pak Mikoyan (our coach) announced to us that I will participate in this BBS cup tournament next Friday. I was happy about it since I really need to train my mental (extreme field fright). The thing is, I was playing doubles with my best friend and it's gonna be a nightmare! We haven't practiced together for ages! It makes me panic even until now.<br /><br />Kicking away those stressfulness, I went to Supermall with Vania to fix our rackets and to loiter around for a short amount of time. Just as I went home, Karina sms-ed me and asked me to the mall to have a movie-marathon, and she's on her way to me house. It was so sudden, I immediately took the quickest shower I ever had. The movie-marathon was worthed though. We watched "Jumper" and this Indonesian movie entitled "Love."<br /><br />Jumper was great, the second half of the movie was full of suspense. The scene where the main character jumped, with an annoying character to the top of Sphinx and leave him, was entertaining. The movie also makes me imagine what would I do if I have that power (Karina wants to rob LV hehe). This is a must watched movie people! I will not write the summary of this movie since it might spoil the plot. Besides, I am going to write a lot about the Indonesian movie.<br /><br />Love is a very dramatic movie. Why? Because it made Karina cried and made me almost cried. Although I think this movie was inspired from various love movies such as <span style="font-weight: bold;">50 First Dates</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">A Walk to Remember</span>, the playwright endows a contribution that makes this movie high quality and doesn't look plagiarized (usually, Indonesia plagiarized movie look suck). Just a summary, this movie talks about five couples with different love background, and how their love is depicted through their worst time and controversies (or should I say tragic?). The different love backgrounds are: having different wealth status, a deadly illness, Alzheimer disease, affair, and been betrayed. Love will find a way in them, even though not all true love ends happily ever after. What I adored from this movie is the way they shoot it. These five couples are connected somehow even though they don't know each other (I don't know how to explain verbally, that is why you should watch it in order to get what I mean). The reason why I recommend you to watch it is not because of the plot alone, but because of the casts as well. All the casts in this movie are well-known and experienced Indonesian actors and actresses; some of them even considered as legends. For those Indonesian who read this blog, these casts are: Luna Maya, Darius, Acha, Irwansyah, Wulan Guritno, etc. Oh yeah, the soundtrack and background songs are arranged by Erwin Gutawa as well! I am so going to buy the DVD when it's released! This is the best Indonesian movie so far! Hopefully, this movie marks the beginning of the rise of Indonesia's filming agencies.<br /><br />I love this weekend.What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-23382291438445892792008-02-17T12:06:00.004+07:002008-12-09T15:01:46.277+07:00DaNte's Post 6th for 3rd term<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZUz5I0Vqv1axdawOyoSqDRA0O5m0onWQfUirLE9O2NULSF-Ge1K4gFx600CMpWMptPn7Csm6skaVpszyluUuOvqpLDKR52yS5OV-WaUZZUNFpWgvpRWmMOvpWKJa0PXXNp2iOdIj1RQV/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZUz5I0Vqv1axdawOyoSqDRA0O5m0onWQfUirLE9O2NULSF-Ge1K4gFx600CMpWMptPn7Csm6skaVpszyluUuOvqpLDKR52yS5OV-WaUZZUNFpWgvpRWmMOvpWKJa0PXXNp2iOdIj1RQV/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167900167772030418" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >17-02-2008</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Happy Valentine's Day... bla3 okay whatever, joy to the couples and catastrophe for singles. At least I got something from my parents. This Saturday was allright, but part of it sucks. Anyhow, life goes on, and here's another ass-kicking post from me ;P (joking). By the way, prepare lots of presents for the 4 people who's having their birthday next week!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Erratic Picture of the Day</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0L4hTra03DDjX-I2zs9KXvSyW-oqcqJIvKa9fmGunfp3yYW6piLKfesF6-cK0DMzVf0UdJiTep80QWoIr7Mo1D94zBKORNPfUO1ZfPBElYfyLfROnOGkADlXaMbI6Kg5UvnasI7TLvh4/s1600-h/surrender.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC0L4hTra03DDjX-I2zs9KXvSyW-oqcqJIvKa9fmGunfp3yYW6piLKfesF6-cK0DMzVf0UdJiTep80QWoIr7Mo1D94zBKORNPfUO1ZfPBElYfyLfROnOGkADlXaMbI6Kg5UvnasI7TLvh4/s320/surrender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167812495605719154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Beat that Yoga!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Strange Facts!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all the world's nuclear weapon combined. Holy #*$@!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Word of the Day</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">avarice (n) - extreme greed for wealth or material gain</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Topic of the Day</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Love?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Valentine's Day! Love is in the air... couples are holding hands and being mushy and corny (not horny, well maybe some). It's a nice sight, seeing everyone loving each other from the bottom of their hearts (hopefully) or crushes giving their sweethearts chocolates with fascinating aesthetic design or bouquets of roses or flowers. However, not everyone is always happy in Valentine's Day. Rejection, loneliness, depression, hate, and others still exists in Valentine's Day. Thank God in our grade there's no fights or huge conflict between couples or whatever (I think). Valentine's Day is supposed to be a joyful day for lovers and other people as well. After all, all of us need love , care and affection.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">At some point in life, some of us will wonder why do we love? I think everyone will think of this, especially those who are melancholic or pessimistic. If we experience heartbreak, rejection, loneliness, we all stumble upon that question. However, we are all helpless creatures who can't help ourselves from falling in love. We can, actually, but it's just hard. Personally, I don't think you can control your feelings. Everyone falls in love once in a while. But, I have to agree that love sometimes sucks. A famous quote I saw once is "When you love someone you gave them the power to hurt you", which is very true. The person you love can easily break your heart. Love is painful, most of the time. That's why we should carefully choose someone we love, but then again, it's hard to control our feelings.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Why do we love anyway? Because God created us to love. Just like His famous commandment: "Love everyone and your enemies", we are told to love everyone in our lives. Well, it's literally impossible to love everyone we see, but what He meant is just be nice to everyone. However, personally I don't know why God created 'love' and 'emotions' when sometimes it's better not to love or care at all. When we are in a state of heartbreak, the term 'love never fails' is just mere bullcrap, let alone 'love your enemies'. Really, I don't get why God created emotions. But, who am I to question God's will or plan? So, I guess all we have to do is 'bite the bullet' of heartbreak and pain. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I am sorry for my dour depiction of love. Love is not bad at all actually, if we love the right person at the right time. To be honest, love is actually one of the major motivation that I have. I remember trying really hard to get my body shaped because a girl I loved told me to. It was funny. Love can actually be a big motivation for some of us. And off course, love makes us fly. We flyyyy higggghhhhhh beyond the skies and the stars if we fall in love. Especially when the person we love responds to our love. You feel like the whole world is yours. Anyway, I won't spoil all the awesome things about love to all of you. Go feel it yourself!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">When you love someone, choose carefully. Let me say this emphatically: CHOOSE CAREFULLY. If you fall in love with someone, it might be hard to get over them. You have to be able to control your emotions and see if that person fits your description of a 'lover'. Love in movies or fairy tales or stories are mostly bullcrap, because they use 'love last forever' or 'true' wrongly and only to gain profit. They don't exist in real life, if they do, rarely. So, choose well.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Joke of the Day </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" > A Member Of Airheads Synonymous</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">An airhead goes for a job interview in an office. The interviewer starts with the basics. "So, Miss, can you tell us your age, please?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The airhead counts carefully on her fingers for half a minute before replying. "Um ... 22."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. "And can you tell us your height, please?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The young lady stands up and produces a measuring tape from her handbag. She then traps one end under her foot and extends the tape to the top of her head. She checks the measurement and announces, "Five foot two!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This isn't looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics; something the she won't have to count, measure, or lookup. "Just to confirm for our records, your name please?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The airhead bobs her head from side to side for about fifteen seconds, mouthing something silently to herself, before replying, "Mandy!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks, "What were you doing when I asked you your name?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">"Oh, that!" replies the airhead," I was just running through that song, 'Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...'."</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-63485898401593897112008-02-08T13:47:00.002+07:002008-12-09T15:01:46.686+07:00DaNte's Post - 5th for 3rd Term<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOnUrAlEM8ecxzCJHAUeUfKn-r7snuVufAA1hXYYyHC7mEpwW_egj5IrTs9MWtO88sUIhJLKru3G79WsVCT5uU1dRzym66cnGNN9tAjNRVsiBLDM6NNEJYmZFgw5eKNIG8vaqNb3QAVmh/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYOnUrAlEM8ecxzCJHAUeUfKn-r7snuVufAA1hXYYyHC7mEpwW_egj5IrTs9MWtO88sUIhJLKru3G79WsVCT5uU1dRzym66cnGNN9tAjNRVsiBLDM6NNEJYmZFgw5eKNIG8vaqNb3QAVmh/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166396237728695714" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >08-02-2008 (again)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >Yeah... It's double post time... woo hoo (very very enthusiastic)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Erratic Picture of the Day</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfn6g6iKqcxoNPcWNx1iQeB1c3CKjjtdA0KZ_wwInd2uwkKyLQJP6ynrbso2q8lsavWhESgMKJ5r7bszN8L0q3a2SPPal1nqkd1Pc-AU4T43vHj9H4jPVU6bitDtDf5HJS_FSi6_Snuqvp/s1600-h/funny-cat-shower.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfn6g6iKqcxoNPcWNx1iQeB1c3CKjjtdA0KZ_wwInd2uwkKyLQJP6ynrbso2q8lsavWhESgMKJ5r7bszN8L0q3a2SPPal1nqkd1Pc-AU4T43vHj9H4jPVU6bitDtDf5HJS_FSi6_Snuqvp/s320/funny-cat-shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164498405609669746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Strange Facts!</span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color:Red;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In Illinois, the law is that a car must be driven with the steering wheel. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Word of the Day</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">hmm... learn 2 words in a day!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">debacle (n) - failure</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Topic of the Day</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Reminiscence - Part 2</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I remember during 8th grade, me and my friends used to go to the mall every week. My mom even got pissed at me because I go to the mall every week and spend a lot of money. I didn't, really. I spend most of my money only in the movies, and a little bit on food. Probably 100 thousand. But my allowance was pretty small at that time, so I have to preclude from being a spendthrift. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">We did many things together. I remember watching a bunch of movies with them. Me, Ryan, Sylvia, Jacqueline, Swedian, Giovanni, and sometimes other people joined us. We watch some boring, crappy, yet romantic (in girl's point of view) movie such as The Phantom of The Opera, tedious-documentary movie such as Fahrenheit 9/11, and I remember watching other funny movies with them, but I can't really remember. Afterwards we probably play bowling or billiard. I remember Jacqueline and her best friend became hyper after drinking 'stuff'. It was pretty disturbing and embarrassing, yet funny at the same time. Jacqueline also told me not to tell her boyfriend (now ex) that she drank without her boyfriend's approval. She was red and her eyes were red as well. Such stupid and useless stuffs we did. Gary Kong, a now prominent brilliant, geeky and girly IB student slipped and fell once when he was going to throw a bowling ball. That was hilarious. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Oh yeah, this girl (I won't mention her name) was very, very famous during 8th grade. Everyone liked her. Even the seniors liked her! Unfortunately she just broke up with her boyfriend at that time, and she was still into her ex. I liked her too. And many more boys says so too. I remember Me, Jesse Lybianto and Gary Kong liked her at the same time, and each one of us gave her a testimonial in Friendster. People called it the "Testimonial War" or something. It was funny if I think about it now. But then after a while I was the only one left to like her. My pursue for her ended up in a debacle after she dated this dude for like what, 15 minutes? (don't worry, they got back together weeks after). That's the strange thing about girls. If you chase them too long, they'll just move on and date some other guy who barely know her well (the dude I told you previously just sms-ed her once or twice or something and they never talk, or rarely in school). </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Anyways...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Time goes on, and we all landed on the 9th grade. 9th grade was more or a bit less chaotic and bizzare than 8th grade. I became close with Jacqueline's boyfriend (now ex), and this dumb guy named Jeffrey. My class, 9.4, was filled with crazy people except 2 geeks. One is previously mentioned in part 1. Yes, he is DONNY!!! *clap clap clap*. The other, Gaby. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Our class was pretty hectic. Everyday Jacqueline's boyfriend brought candies to our class, hence the nickname 'Candy Man'. He was also a hair-freak, meticulously styling his hair with wax every morning. He was a pretty lazy and very funny boy. I really liked him, and he was really fun to be with. He's a talkative person in MSN Messenger, and convivial boy in class. I remember he always make fun of this other boy in class, named Arief. No, he makes fun of everyone actually. But mostly Arief. He always call him Black Beauty, Dark Chocolate, and other things related to black due to Arief's skin color. More over, the whole class always mocks him. I know its wrong to verbally harass a student, but it was really funny and he doesn't really care about it. He cares actually, but people don't. It is sad, but amusing at the same time. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">There are plenty of things that happened during grade 9 and I am eager to tell you. But I will have to continue the story later, so see you later!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Joke of the Day</span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> A Computer With Attitude</span><br /><br />Todd complained to his friend, "My elbow really hurts. I guess I should see a doctor." His friend offered, "Don't do that. There's a computer at the drug store that can diagnose anything quicker and cheaper than a doctor. Simply put in a sample of your urine and the computer will diagnose your problem and tell you what you can do about it. It only costs $10.00."<br /><br />Todd figured he had nothing to lose, so he filled a jar with a urine sample and went to the drug store. Finding the computer, he poured in the sample and deposited the $10.00. The computer started making some noises and the various lights started flashing. After a brief pause, out popped a small slip of paper on which was printed:</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"> You have tennis elbow<br /> Soak your arm in warm water<br /> Avoid heavy labor<br /> It will be better in two weeks.<br /><br />Late that evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was and how it would change medical science forever, he began to wonder if this machine could be fooled. He decided to give it a try. He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples from his wife and daughter. To top it off, he masturbated into the concoction. He went back to the drug store, located the machine, poured in the sample and deposited $10.00. The machine again made the usual noise and flashed its lights and printed out the following:<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"> Your tap water is too hard<br /> get a water softener.<br /> Your dog has worms<br /> give him dewormer medicine.<br /> Your daughter is on drugs<br /> put her in rehab.<br /> Your wife is pregnant<br /> It ain't yours----get a lawyer.<br /> And if you don't stop jerking off,<br /> your elbow will never get better.<br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:verdana,arial;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color:Red;"><span style="font-family:verdana,Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><blockquote style="font-family: lucida grande;"></blockquote><blockquote><br /></blockquote><br /><br /></span></span></span></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-77060333001073117252008-02-08T12:10:00.001+07:002008-12-09T15:01:47.040+07:00DaNte's Post - 4th for 3rd Term<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04Qldq_1I20NxuKe7tN5RbRNyFNEXCOO-ULk2BqMo6vXLSwF5GszbgQ6gI6BMkjcg8ZzJYcn_GgVTOt5kBMgQTkc4_YfNe7JDqZ_jki0B7GCtLR8WqNvJXuifWuOHIzxpFT3Cyfr8RKtH/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04Qldq_1I20NxuKe7tN5RbRNyFNEXCOO-ULk2BqMo6vXLSwF5GszbgQ6gI6BMkjcg8ZzJYcn_GgVTOt5kBMgQTkc4_YfNe7JDqZ_jki0B7GCtLR8WqNvJXuifWuOHIzxpFT3Cyfr8RKtH/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166396113174644114" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >8-2-2008</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I apologize for the delayed post! Last week my neighborhood was flooded and there was blackout for 3 days. Thank God I have an aunt who lives in the Kedoya Elok Apartment, so I was allowed to sleepover at her apartment there for a night. Anyways, let's begin.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Erratic Picture of the Day</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTsTUcmw8GfFxhkrCoaST-HTBUG-0VUzWweCcb7MyOC0hWax8mCX-9oGorUDz_K_BDd6y9bWhwWLQe2spjd1dsoVgzz1rei7GD6NZw9AO3R9xwfwBVRLbwI42afMZVZkeSOSVxHzaPBjf/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTsTUcmw8GfFxhkrCoaST-HTBUG-0VUzWweCcb7MyOC0hWax8mCX-9oGorUDz_K_BDd6y9bWhwWLQe2spjd1dsoVgzz1rei7GD6NZw9AO3R9xwfwBVRLbwI42afMZVZkeSOSVxHzaPBjf/s320/Picture+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164478807673898082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">that's actually a dog... It's kind of cool, but poor dog...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Strange Facts</span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana,Arial;font-size:100%;" >Some ribbon worms will eat themselves if they cant find any food<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Word of the Day</span><br /><br />Reprieve (v) - cancel or postpone<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic of the Day</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reminiscence...</span><br /><br />This reminiscence goes back around 3 to 4 years ago, where I was oblivious to a hell called the 'International Bachaleurate'. It was when smiles were upon our faces and laughter fill the hallways of the Junior School building. We were enjoying our everyday lives, yearning for the company of friends in school, hanging out in the canteen together, savoring our moments together. It was an enjoyable moment. I really wish I could go back and live in that era again. But time goes on, never to return again. The only thing I could do to satisfy my wants to go back in time is only to remind me of what I did in the past, and think of it when I am alone.<br /><br />I remember when I was in 7th grade, me and my classmates used to do some very,very idiotic stuff. I barely remember what we studied, really. The only thing I remember was I think it was some shape stuff in mathematics, making some book for english, for sciences... hmm... who taught science... oh we learn about invertebrates... and uhh... that's it? Anyhow... I also remember the Food Technology teacher, Mrs. Bernadette. She used to tell us ghosts stories. Some are creepy, some are funny, some are R-rated. When me, James, and Yansen (who left SPH already) went to the Outward Bound field trip, we didn't sleep and we kept screaming "Nipple!" in the middle of the night. Some guy's bag was also drifted away by the high tide. We all ate some ham which is dominated by ants. We made some raft and when we made it to the shores, we walked on mud and someone lost his sandals.<br /><br />Oh yeah, I also met Donny for the first time. Man, I was agitated the first time I look at him. He was a loquacious geeky-looking white guy. WAS. In english class, we were supposed to make a chain story, but then someone wrote explicit things and the teacher was irate. In BI class, the teacher was a murderer. She was a sadist maniac who loves to torture her students. She made us HANDwrite 50++ paragraphs with a length of the above paragraph. But anyhow, it was a memorable experience, and it was really fun being with friends at that time.<br /><br />Grade 8 was pretty hectic as well, I tell you. But out of all the field trips I had (this opinion differs to people who went to the Bali trip in grade 10... Ughh... Screw William for this... haha joking) grade 8's Thailand field trip was the best. I was close with Swedian, Ryan, Sylvia, Giovanni, blah3 people who's in 8.4. It was very fun. During the field trip the girls (Sylvia, Angelica, Giovani and Jacqueline) went to the boys dorm, which is RESTRICTED. It was an infringement to the field trip rules. Oh yeah, I was very close with this super messed up, funny, chaotic girl named Jacqueline Kurniawan. The tall girl in grade 11. She's a tomboy but sometimes feminine. Anyhow, yeah we did some pretty stupid stuff in grade 8. In the field trip, Marshall and I made some very idiotic drama for the talent show. But everyone liked it.<br /><br />For you who has a curious mind, let me tell you about the drama. I vaguely remember the story though. It was about a boy who had a dad, and he was a criminal of some sort. And uhh... I got a part to be this religious teacher or something... and I was supposed to sing this amusingly corny song called "Romans 16:9 Says..". I think that was the title. And I have to humiliate myself in front of the 8th and 7th graders with this ugly dance I made. I made the criminal and his son repent. I think.<br /><br />Other groups' drama are crappy and not funny at all, but people laughed when we performed. Swedian was also a dork when we were in grade 8. He made some review questions before tests. Creep. I remember he dated this girl, that made him emo everyday. Really, he was a big geek/creep (I hope he won't read this post).<br /><br />I could go on and on reminiscing, but I have to stop now. I'll share with you some of my past experiences next time. I enjoy telling stories of the past, because it also reminds me of what I did and the feelings I have at those moments. It is good to think about the past and enjoy yourself in those moments. Good memories should last perennially, and share it with your friends!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joke of the Day</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Advantages Of Breast Milk</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The not necessarily well-prepared student sat in his life science classroom staring at a question on the final exam paper. The question directed, "Give four advantages of breast milk." What to write? He sighed, and began to scribble whatever came into his head, hoping for the best.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">1. No need to boil.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">2. Cats can't steal it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">3. Available whenever necessary.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">So far so good -- maybe. But the exam demanded a four-part answer. Again, what to write? Once more, he sighed. He frowned. He scowled, then sighed again. But suddenly, he brightened. He grabbed his pen, and triumphantly, he scribbled his definitive answer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">4. Available in attractive containers.</span></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana,Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><br /></span><br /><br /></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-27955096644332556612008-02-05T18:16:00.009+07:002008-12-09T15:01:47.394+07:00Optimism Behind The Downpour [The 17th blog]<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobmdcrHCUy-EURViP7tntf8mOLz9I4DF9weDFSLJrHM6MxUzPvVOuaMTfaTevjVdhfQn2snCb6as7qlz2HyV_HhM3C6goFLwXl-R4aPIMjNH56D65UYdLbYIZy51S0qpe8D7p0F7VnNLw/s1600-h/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobmdcrHCUy-EURViP7tntf8mOLz9I4DF9weDFSLJrHM6MxUzPvVOuaMTfaTevjVdhfQn2snCb6as7qlz2HyV_HhM3C6goFLwXl-R4aPIMjNH56D65UYdLbYIZy51S0qpe8D7p0F7VnNLw/s320/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166450139568260530" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />***********************************************************************************</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Bahasa of the Day</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Perabot Rumah Tangga -</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> household</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">***********************************************************************************</span><br /></div><br />Rain comes and goes sporadically in Java, especially in Jakarta and its surrounding. It has been days since our school released us early due to the heavy rain that yielded a deluge within our school areal. The early release was so sudden since I was just finished watching PeHa Idol. That particular rain was unpredictable for people thought it would stayed as a soothing drizzle. As the result, most of my friends suffer lethal traffic. Angelina's car was trapped for four hours in it without moving any significant inch. My friend Ivan arrived at nine o'clock even though his bus went earlier than the others. Frederick and his brother have to stay at Imperial Aryaduta hotel and can only go home at night. While they sacrifice their time to went home, some people like Jesse and Adrian decided to sleepover at my house. The heavy traffic made picking-ups impossible.<br /><br />When I watched TV right after I arrived at home (I lived in Lippo Karawaci), almost all TV stations were broadcasting the flood and traffic that occurred in Jakarta live. It really moved my heart when I see the flood that occurred in slum areas, it really did. The flood is almost 1.6 meters and it seeped through their poor houses; destroying their households, making them homeless and sick. I felt pity for them. I mean, what did they do wrong that they have to suffered a <span style="font-weight: bold;">complete</span> loss? They broke liters of sweat everyday just to earn a little money, so little that it can only afford their food for one day, and yet they have to loss everything: tangible and intangible object. And when everything is lost, they don't know what they will give to feed their family.<br /><br />Note that their health condition is treated by cheap or no medication, and the flood just made it worst. Why those despicable dictators and corruptors - worst people who put their country to pitch darkness - did not crashed by this natural dilemma instead? I know that life is unfair, but this is too much.<br /><br />Yet behind this misery, there is a lesson for the country. Through the innumerable damage, loss, and other problems that are caused by the rain, we hope that the government will open their eyes to this archipelago that is not treated well in terms of environment. It seems to me that the government did not put much effort in establishing cleanliness within our country. Littering trash to sewer is one of the major problems, as well as the one responsible for the fatal flood. Maybe another axion would be the less educated denizens are those who litter, yet their action is because the government did not stress the environmental awareness to them, and to us. Discussing this littering issue would be exceptionally long and I think it should be clear what I am trying to say. Indonesia has too many littering issue to be written as a blog. As Indonesians we, without a doubt, should realize our environment's pitiful status.<br /><br />Maybe they think that this is unimportant but when it comes to natural disaster, the environment is the determinant. Days after this heavy rain stopped, landslide starts to occur in most villages or slum areas (yes, again, they are the victim) and took people's life. Most of them are children. In my opinion, this avoidance is the reason why Indonesia's growth is slower than any other countries. They do not know that nature holds a significant effect.<br /><br />Anyhow, let's just see this rain as the time to introspect ourselves upon our action and care towards our environment. We should feel pity for the unfortunate people who are always harmed. We should also show respect to them - without their hard work we might not be able to have rice or fresh fruits! But most of all, we should lend our hands to help Indonesia into a cleaner and greener archipelago. Just like it used to be.What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-8832320608390730962008-02-05T18:14:00.004+07:002008-12-09T15:01:47.729+07:00Scrabble-philic [The 16th blog]<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTZnwReHDhcLAuGIBgdMFh9OsEOOKDun9h1PL2zuVrx65qV7tDAYsJHKdmldZ4IfJZiF7yFId88I0vGwvL4GLBmg7yfirmt7uY8hxvnq1b6CMQTag6fQXDHH7ZHVCEvPD7Ol6sTrjMrXV/s1600-h/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTZnwReHDhcLAuGIBgdMFh9OsEOOKDun9h1PL2zuVrx65qV7tDAYsJHKdmldZ4IfJZiF7yFId88I0vGwvL4GLBmg7yfirmt7uY8hxvnq1b6CMQTag6fQXDHH7ZHVCEvPD7Ol6sTrjMrXV/s320/Donny+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166395885541377410" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">**********************************************************************************</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Bahasa of the Day</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Masinis</span> - Train driver</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Insinyur</span> - (Civil) Engineer</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Pemahat</span> - Sculptor</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">**********************************************************************************</span><br /></div>Life sure changes as time passes by. So does thoughts about things. I once was a boy who despise scrabble whenever my cousin took it down from his wardrobe. Without any practical proof, I tagged that game as a <span style="font-style: italic;">boring game where you only put words on a table - </span>I was only six back then though. I saved this thought and lived with it until the day where we had our awesome retreat in the grandeur place ever!<br /><br />During the free time before the curfew on our first night my friends and I played this card game called <span style="font-weight: bold;">king of pigs, </span>where whoever loses for three times must fulfill an inevitable dare from other players. It was hilarious: Mr. Owen lost and the girls told him to kiss Mr. Eric, and he did it! on the cheek! Mr. Eric suddenly stunned, and his face blushed - I am pretty sure he had sudden trauma. It was funny though. After playing it, I heard this tumult on a small round table. I went there and saw Miss Christine, Gary, Swedian, and Steph T playing speed scrabble - it was an intense game. I helped Swedian with his tiles and I found it was quite fun. So I joined them and we have five-men speed scrabble, and guess what? I won in my first game with just short and simple words. I guess that's what I called beginner's luck. We kept playing and even though I lose, turns out that A2 HL have the most win - 6 to 1 I think. (yay us!).<br /><br />Ever since that night, my opinion about scrabble changes 180 degrees. Fortunately, there is a scrabble pandemic which attacks most of the grade eleven. We played anywhere and anytime: study periods, Mrs Judy's class, and even the hallway! Recently, we even played in the dance room that is connected with the fitness room. During workout intervals, the boys will go and play a quick speed scrabble. I slowly understand about the rules and the applicable two-letter words (can't believe that AA is a word), and I think I began to win more frequent now. Oh! this scrabble fever is actually a prelude of english-games revolution in grade eleven. Other games such as Taboo, and general knowledge game stuff began to be repopularize within our society. They got a laudable response from us.<br /><br />I must admit that I love word games (Bookword, Text Twist, etc) since I was in grade nine, but I have never been addicted to it just I like I have been addicted to scrabble! I kept pulling people to play scrabble together and I even downloaded the software - very embarrassing and geeky-like. Just recently, Swedian and me also make a proposal for assembling a Scrabble Club. It got approved. It was just a silly joke we had during class, but it becomes an silly idea that works. This addiction makes me want to buy Scrabble but the Kids Station in Supermall only sell the Deluxe one, which is very expensive. I was planning to buy the Junior Scrabble, but I think the word tiles are very minimum. In the end, I will have to be patient to find the original one.<br /><br />I would like too talk more about Scrabble, but I think people will puke at this entry if I do so. So, I shall end this blog by saying: I love Scrabble!!What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-5791828988863580312008-01-26T13:11:00.000+07:002008-12-09T15:01:48.004+07:00DaNte's Post 3rd for 3rd term<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyIQReDOvrH98h6hT65LSN31LBTFbIOpSalbItSvhv4XJBUDfbu7a1NXggfl7AboLpXi5sIz926FdnP-esmxbalKwpnxgjkGratrMnVHhtGqYOiVzTqm65LYKDagREJ7pFss_nJXOxDOW/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyIQReDOvrH98h6hT65LSN31LBTFbIOpSalbItSvhv4XJBUDfbu7a1NXggfl7AboLpXi5sIz926FdnP-esmxbalKwpnxgjkGratrMnVHhtGqYOiVzTqm65LYKDagREJ7pFss_nJXOxDOW/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163452523850953330" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >DaNte's Post</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >26-1-2007</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >I wonder, where's the post from the other members? Hey! Don't be lazy guys!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Erratic Picture of the Day<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"> <a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzCNMpD-JNh3BksXnjEyU1cx8DaOi6e9Su8MrmylV0DXRB-R0tqge3PFlLwzdtu7xE79CokiVZfvXCCkT2iCeulbZmB3z-9a03hgkMA-klJ_Afd0t6u_r5KbMZMflk1deuM12E94Bi57V/s1600-h/bombtech.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzCNMpD-JNh3BksXnjEyU1cx8DaOi6e9Su8MrmylV0DXRB-R0tqge3PFlLwzdtu7xE79CokiVZfvXCCkT2iCeulbZmB3z-9a03hgkMA-klJ_Afd0t6u_r5KbMZMflk1deuM12E94Bi57V/s320/bombtech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159664750630503506" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >Mr. John Evans?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Strange Facts!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >In the movie "The Matrix Reloaded" a 17 minute battle scene cost over $40 million to produce.</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Word of the Day </span><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >Surreal (adj) - bizzare</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >Topic of the Day</span><span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" > </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >The Sad Reality of Indonesian TV</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br />"Donny! Mengapa kau begitu? Aku sangat mencitaimu Donny! Kenapa kau tega sekali meninggalkan kasihmu yang rela mati demi kamu?! (translation: Donny! Why are you like this? I love you so much Donny! Why are you so willing to leave your beloved girlfriend who would die for you?!" shouted Kasih. "Diam kamu jalang! Dasar cewek gak guna! Keluar kamu dari rumah ini! Aku sudah mempunyai kekasih yang baru yang jauh lebih cantik darimu! (translation: Shut up you who**! You useless women! Get out from my house! I already have a prettier girlfriend!" Donny yelled. Everything slowed down... Then the camera focuses on the girl. The camera zooms in to the weeping girl who barely had tears on her face, and she weeped more and fell to the floor. Then the view switches to the guy who's face was frantically mad with his eyes staring wildly at the girl.<br /><br />...<br /><br />Yuck</span><br /><br />What I just wrote above, was an epitome of a Indonesian television series. If I depicted it through words, it would seem thrice better. However, I am pretty sure all of you know what I am talking about. I am sure that everyone here saw an Indonesian 'sinetron' once in their life. They are a waste of time and energy, I tell you. ALL of them have almost exactly the same storyline. Here's the storyline:<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><ol style="font-family: lucida grande;"><li>There's a girl who's position was unfortunate compared to other people. She lives with a spitfire women with her rude daughter. Either she's an adopted child or she's the maid in the house. OR there's a poor girl who lived on the streets. Note that the name of the girls have to be something beautiful (Intan, Permata, Kasih, Cinta, Candy, Berlian, etc) or something weird (Eneng), and usually the series' names are after the girl's name.<br /></li><li>There's a boy who somehow came to her house, and both girls, the maid/adopted child and the housewife's daughter, fell in love with the boy. Or the poor girl (who dresses adequately, wear decent make ups and sometimes pretty) who lived on the streets inadvertently bumped into a rich, handsome (yeech) guy who became interested in her.</li><li>The boy have a relationship with the girl, but the evil girl along with her evil mom tries to separate the two of them. Meanwhile, the poor girl met up with the rich boy and had a relationship too! (joy - -")</li><li>The girl somehow had an accident or whatsoever and the evil girl and her evil mom rejoices. On the other hand, another rich handsome guy meets with the poor girl and flirted with her and blah blah blah ....</li><li>The girl ends up in the hospital with her boyfriend flirting disgustingly and very cheesy with her, trying to comfort her. The poor girl's boy and the flirty rich boy fought due to jealousy, and the poor girl's boy ended up in a hospital too.<br /></li><li>The girl got out of the hospital, but then she made a foolish illogical folly that caused the boyfriend to leave her, and she cries alone in the rain... awww... while praying to Allah. or the rich boys parents was yelling at the poor girl.</li><li>Then after long long long useless series with useless additional characters either the couple reunited, or one of them died, and have a relationship with another man. The end. Yay!</li></ol><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I am seriously too lazy to describe the whole story of a typical Indonesian television series. ALL of them have the same story and the actors/actresses act either histrionically or act like a robot. Plus, they have terrible setting, special effects and music. I've seen a series where there's a restaurant, inside a house, and there's this very very lame stage with some lights and somehow a girl was singing and THEY EVEN HAVE A TEXT OF THE SONG!!! Another example, for years the sinetrons ALWAYS have girls crying in it with some lame slow motion effect. For years, the girls cried without tears. They NEVER cried with tears, until around 2006 the directors discovered that humans release a flow of water from their eyes when they weep. Seriously. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I pity those people who actually likes to watch some lame series which last only 5 minute and then there's a 15 minute commercial before they continue the series. Citizens of Indonesia became victims of some mindless, noneducational and morally challenged TV series which featured a tear-less cry and purple colored human blood. Indonesian producers have to redefine their works if they want to raise the quality of Indonesian television to a more suitable entertainment. The current TV series are totally useless and a big waste of time. Surely it is highly not recommended to watch Indonesian series.<br /><br />The thing about the Indonesian producer is, they always copy each other's work. Everytime a new series was made, another show company copy their work. In the end, all the TV series in Indonesia all have almost exactly the same storyline with the same special effects. We need innovation! We need something morally correct! We NEED DECENT SPECIAL EFFECTS! WE DON'T NEED GIRLS WEEPING ALL THE TIME WITH SOME LAME ZOOM SLOW EFFECT MOTION!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joke of the Day</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> This Is Flight Control</span><br /><br />As the crowded airliner is about to take off, the peace is shattered by a five-year-old boy who picks that moment to throw a wild temper tantrum. No matter what his frustrated, embarrassed mother does to try to calm him down, the boy continues to scream furiously and kick the seats around him.<br /><br />From the rear of the plane, an elderly man in the uniform of an Air Force General walks slowly forward up the aisle. Stopping the flustered mother with an upraised hand, the courtly, soft-spoken General leans down and, motioning toward his chest, whispers something into the boy's ear. Instantly, the boy calms down, and sits quietly as his mother fastens his seat belt.<br /><br />All the other passengers are relieved and grateful; they smile and nod at the General with gestures of thanks as he slowly makes his way back to his seat.<br /><br />One of the cabin attendants approaches the General. "Excuse me, Sir," she asks quietly, "but could I ask you what magic words you used on that little boy?"<br /><br />The old man smiles serenely and confides, "I showed him my pilot's wings, service stars, and battle ribbons, and explained that they entitle me to throw one passenger out the plane door, on any flight I choose."<br /></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-67356187273222245302008-01-20T09:51:00.001+07:002008-12-09T15:01:48.517+07:00DaNte's Post - 2nd post for 3rd term<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76FXhfmmhskZehy5AA8nMv8cE2Y3Ne5ZlGDX225LsOuTiGxS8uGn3tmRqTPreimuPwA21SJfGzSuQogrYoX63kCyto14G9WHggaUYtMfj1-AFwgDXLzU1sY5__byrAwPfS1eG82yZin7v/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76FXhfmmhskZehy5AA8nMv8cE2Y3Ne5ZlGDX225LsOuTiGxS8uGn3tmRqTPreimuPwA21SJfGzSuQogrYoX63kCyto14G9WHggaUYtMfj1-AFwgDXLzU1sY5__byrAwPfS1eG82yZin7v/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163452403591869026" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >DaNte's Post</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >20-1-2008</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hello everyone! I would like to inform you that there will be minor changes for my posts. The 'Auspicious Quote of the Day' will be changed into 'Strange Facts'. You should thank me! Your general knowledge will increase each time you read my post.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Erratic Picture of the Day</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpkbwqw3pwVqwKk4Leb9d7TTwsv7sfbm3oWGLs7ZTMg_-IM6VuRlUzVkCJk1VJAn9ji0Hk7LbpDkR8H5zY4rfLWTLDE5z4mdVKAi4wm_mlzMWFN2pk3m-luj4VLOb6LKNsEkjehH47oOU/s1600-h/kaktus%2520combot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpkbwqw3pwVqwKk4Leb9d7TTwsv7sfbm3oWGLs7ZTMg_-IM6VuRlUzVkCJk1VJAn9ji0Hk7LbpDkR8H5zY4rfLWTLDE5z4mdVKAi4wm_mlzMWFN2pk3m-luj4VLOb6LKNsEkjehH47oOU/s320/kaktus%2520combot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157387903674000322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >Strange Facts!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana,arial;">A cockroach can live several weeks with its head cut off - it dies from starvation<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Word of the Day </span><br /><br />binaural (adj) - of or relating both ears<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Topic of the Day</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Deteriorating Future</span><br /><br />As Indonesians, we should be proud of our land. Indonesia, is known to be the largest archipelago in the world. It is one of the most lands with abundant natural resources, including oil, gold, and many other precious minerals. Compared to other beaches, Bali's beaches are far more alluring and beautiful. Not to mention the prominent diving spot in Bunaken. It was written in Time Almanac 2008 that Indonesia had a economic growth of 5.22%, making it one of the most developing countries in the world. Moreover, we are currently in the 3rd ranking for the most populated country in the world.<br /><br />However, though we have abundant natural resources, copious islands, stunningly magnificent beach and sea, and vast population, our country remains in suffering. Around 11.6 million people dwells in unemployment, and millions of people lie in poverty. Corruption exists within the authorities, and many transgressors are still nowhere to be found. Many children barely gets educated, and education for the less privileged is inferior. Even though the economic growth has increased, Indonesia still faces misery.<br /><br />The price of oil increases drastically recently. This sudden change has a very adverse impact on Indonesia. The price of daily needs increase, including frying oil, rice, soy beans, and many more. Ever since the increase of the daily essentials, the less privileged are striving harder to survive and feed their family. Just imagine, the price of oils rose from around 6000 rupiah to 13,000 rupiah, which is more than a 100% increase.<br /><br />In the recent news, a fried snack seller committed suicide due to the increase of soy beans' price. He cannot cover the expense of selling fried snacks due to the significant price increase, and should he raise the price of his snacks, he will have no more customers. The seller chose to take a shortcut, and murdered himself.<br /><br />An irony of this country is we have plenty of natural resources, but we use imported daily needs. Rice, grain, soy beans, and many more are mostly imported from foreign countries, leaving our own resources unknown. Most of the time our rigorously earned and harvested resources are exported, and the money is kept by the department. Thus the farmers are left without being paid high enough. Obviously imported things are more expensive than local products, thus the price of the resources are very high. The farmers and poor people are trapped in an impoverished state because of the selfishness of the resource agency.<br /><br />We should be grateful that we are able to live our everyday life joyfully and abundantly. We can have any food that we want in an indefinite amount, and we can pay for our school tuition and buy the things we want. There are millions of unfortunate people in our country, and we should not waste our fortune.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joke of the Day </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Once there was a millionaire, who collected live alligators. He kept them in the pool in back of his mansion. The millionaire also had a beautiful daughter who was single. One day he decides to throw a huge party, and during the party he announces, "My dear guests: I have a proposition to every man here. I will give one million dollars or my daughter to the man who can swim across this pool full of alligators and emerge unharmed."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">As soon as he finished his last word, there was the sound of a large SPLASH. There was one guy in the pool swimming with all the strength he could muster. The crowd cheered him on as he kept stroking. Finally, he made it to the other side unharmed. The millionaire was impressed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">He said, "My boy that was incredible! Fantastic! I didn't think it could be done! Well I must keep my end of the bargain. Which do you want, my daughter or the one million dollars?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The guy says, "Listen, I don't want your money! And I don't want your daughter! I want the person who pushed me in the water!"</span><br /></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-17856031314324194712008-01-13T17:46:00.000+07:002008-12-09T15:01:49.007+07:00DaNte's Post - 1st for 3rd term<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzevJIkb_gHzbX_AvHT5_PBAyZZVNSyH1CIdUQPO_GmUsZi7seNjT3v8Hp_NUAZU45rHxIlGvUIQylaLBvEXMKiNLh_ncrr96CgBVC7BkSkSgfnrp_Amy17qFNtfTh7FG3kmznPj59T4An/s1600-h/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzevJIkb_gHzbX_AvHT5_PBAyZZVNSyH1CIdUQPO_GmUsZi7seNjT3v8Hp_NUAZU45rHxIlGvUIQylaLBvEXMKiNLh_ncrr96CgBVC7BkSkSgfnrp_Amy17qFNtfTh7FG3kmznPj59T4An/s320/Edo+2nd+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163452158778733138" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DaNte's Post<br /><br />13-01-2008<br /><br />School... Urghh... *scoffs*... blah... *curses*... Nah, just kidding :P. Well, there's around 6 more terms left for IB! Woo hoo! Lucky you, I am not going to talk about the holiday because mine is well... pretty boring. My friends slept over and we did some dumb stuffs together, as usual and there's Christmas! Well I pretty much did nothing after my friends slept over, and I went to Bali a week after Christmas. I met Marino and Andreas there and we hung out in Bali. Enough babble about my holiday, it's blog time now!<br /><br />Erratic Picture of the Day<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif5Jo4dOBIFy7Yqu3LHwj3YeY6RMKdfeZtw1V_oPqEIeg5l9XcMhgzAnTfRHx6aXEUVvSaejUehte1OUP6Keiqr_1NoF8ABh-TRwbSIQo12og74RvzMwSLI2jTqJCd4ZPAHnfGADDGFHEG/s1600-h/boxing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif5Jo4dOBIFy7Yqu3LHwj3YeY6RMKdfeZtw1V_oPqEIeg5l9XcMhgzAnTfRHx6aXEUVvSaejUehte1OUP6Keiqr_1NoF8ABh-TRwbSIQo12og74RvzMwSLI2jTqJCd4ZPAHnfGADDGFHEG/s320/boxing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154913444165755826" border="0" /></a><br />....... =__="<br /><br />Auspicious Quote of the Day<br /><br /><br />"There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will."<br /><br />Epictetus<br /><br />Word of the Day<br /><br />repugnant (adj) - extremely distasteful; unacceptable<br /><br /><br />Topic of the Day<br /><br />Ahhh!!! Ghosts! Ahhh! Zombies!<br /><br />"Oh my gosh! The movie was sooooo awesome!" a friend of mine said to me once. I thought of watching that movie, but only 3-5 months later I got to watch that movie. Well, I finally watched the movie. When the movie ended, somehow I got this feeling of awkwardness and grotesque inside me. "Uhhh... duuuuh...." my mind wandered aimlessly. "Damn horror Hollywood movie, now I'm feeling weirded out," I thought. It took me awhile to get my mind back online. After seeing a genocide of innocent civilians I was sort of blank and grossed out. Especially after seeing a rated R scene where a husband murdered his wife brutally and piercing her eyes with his thumbs in the process. Blegh. Well, it was a pretty good movie, I should say, for a horror genre. Ah screw this, the movie title's "28 Weeks Later". I just watched it Thursday. Yes, it's sad I know.<br /><br />If you look closely the progress of movies, the horror genre is one of the most produced movies of all times. Plus, the horror genre itself is almost as old as the age of movies itself. But really, as the era goes on, horror movies aren't exactly horror movies anymore. Most have become more graphic and sanguinary with the development of Hollywood props. Some movies aren't so scary at all. They just show scenes of ghosts or monsters or whatsoever mutilating and chewing off human bodies and leave them in search of fresh new bodies. Seriously. If you're dead, then you came back alive, why the heck do you need flesh to survive? How the hell can zombies friggin tell if someone's alive or not? After all, zombies are brainless! Ghosts are dumb looking as well. And why most ghosts are female? If Hayden Panettiere or Megan Fox or Jessica Alba (which is currently pregnant T_T) or hot female actresses ever became a ghost, I hope the horror genre would be banned for eternity!<br /><br />That is not the most annoying fact about horror movies. Most horror movies are like this:<br /><ol><li>Protagonist play around in an old, ancient and haunted house or someone was playing around with a friggin infectious virus or he/she was on a trip and they wind up somewhere freaky and dark</li><li>Protagonist meets the ghost in the dumb, ugly house or the person who's playing with the virus inadvertently dropped the vial that contained the virus or his/her friend was murdered in the dark mysteriously</li><li>Protagonist runs away from the ghost or the virus caused infection and finally an outbreak or the protagonist was chased by the psychotic murderer</li><li>Protagonist knows about the ghost's past or why the heck the ghost have a "GRUDGE" or the protagonist tries to survive a swarm of zombies or the protagonist found out who the murderer is (most of the time the murderer must've something to do with the protagonist, a heartbroken, depressed, emo, angered friend or a guy who was ran over by the protagonist's friend)<br /></li><li>Protagonist gets killed by the ghost or protagonist escaped the band of zombies and fled somewhere 'safe' (at least for the episode) or the protagonist whacked the killer to save his/her friend or something and thought the murderer was dead</li><li>Ghost lives on and haunts other people or the outbreak reached other areas and caused an infection on a global scale or the murderer is still alive and keeps slaughtering the people</li><li>The producers decided to make a sequel of the friggin illogical movie, continuing the zombies who dominated the world or the murderer who somehow still lives even though they had been dead for so many times</li></ol>Yes, that is the chronological order of horror movie scenes. Very intriguing isn't it? Maybe you would like me to tell the scenes of the sequel? Well, you can skim through the list above and you just known the story of the sequel! Yay!<br /><br />To be honest, horror movies are so useless and noneducational. They are the abomination, or should I say, an 'infection' or 'plague' in the Hollywood movies. They only show you how to murder a person pugnaciously and barbarously, or tell you ways to get yourself haunted by some ugly long-haired ghost with a white sleeping robe (daster in Indonesian). The producers just love seeing audience living in fear and paranoid of the dark, while they gain so much money and satisfied seeing their movie conquer on the Blockbuster. What's worse, it is what mostly dominate the Hollywood.<br /><br />I am writing this not to discourage or hamper you to watch horror movies. Sure, it's fun to watch it sometimes, but don't let it INFECT you or HAUNT your lives and inspire fear in your heart. They're just movies. ZOMBIES AND GHOSTS DON'T EXIST FOR HOMER'S SAKE! AT LEAST I DON'T BELIEVE SO!<br /><br />Joke of the Day<br /><br />Dog-gone It<br /><br />A dog walks into a butcher shop with a purse attached around his neck. He walks up to the meat case and calmly sits there until it's his turn to be waited on. A man, who was already in the butcher shop, finished his purchase and noticed the dog.<br /><br />The butcher leaned over the couner and asked the dog what it wanted today. The dog put his paw on the glass case in front of the ground beef, and the butcher said, "How many pounds?"<br /><br />The dog barked twice, so the butcher made a package of two pounds of ground beef. He then said, "Anything else?"<br /><br />The dog pointed to the pork chops, and the butcher said, "How many?"<br /><br />The dog barked four times, and the butcher made up a package of four pork chops.<br /><br />The dog then walked around behind the counter, so the butcher could get at the purse. The butcher took out the appropriate amount of money and tied the two packages of meat around the dog's neck. The man who had been watching all this time, decided to follow the dog.<br /><br />It walked for several blocks and then trotted up to a house where it began to scratch the door to be let in. As the owner appeared at the door, the man said to him, "That's a really smart dog you have there."<br /><br />The owner replied, "He's not all that smart. This is the second time this week he forgot his key."<br /><br /><br /></div>DaNtehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13425107845123213294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-44822684153318116572008-01-12T22:31:00.000+07:002008-12-09T15:01:49.403+07:00Microscopic View of Red Rice [15th blog]<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZ_yB3ytbodcNeqvSdcPm7UwHJ-JX4ENZ83NTc3_mVyJtgYvQAwBJB7CxTDwQa-b1hgQdspwy1_8q8v0O1LR2Cdu9us01ky-a_ZmNhCd5T1gD35e5HxlEuVd-GYWc3u5QnHrwXufk1N2J/s1600-h/What+Would+Jessica+Do+-+Donny.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZ_yB3ytbodcNeqvSdcPm7UwHJ-JX4ENZ83NTc3_mVyJtgYvQAwBJB7CxTDwQa-b1hgQdspwy1_8q8v0O1LR2Cdu9us01ky-a_ZmNhCd5T1gD35e5HxlEuVd-GYWc3u5QnHrwXufk1N2J/s320/What+Would+Jessica+Do+-+Donny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155270558514455058" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br />************************************************************************</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br />Bahasa of the Day</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Milky Way - Bima Sakti</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><br />New Zealand - Selandia Baru</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">************************************************************************</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSkP7TGXEFSZ6itS3zVYbvqkxA9rlJObxbwW42M_Dx0rlUwPYj3CxyCfrh6fvprP9GFjihY_sVeNrpySkUhTN-WWq4oxe_CuP8iYYMu3QgZDkrLo234tQOe-cisyX-6MEfgNywk5-143s/s1600-h/Red_Rice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSkP7TGXEFSZ6itS3zVYbvqkxA9rlJObxbwW42M_Dx0rlUwPYj3CxyCfrh6fvprP9GFjihY_sVeNrpySkUhTN-WWq4oxe_CuP8iYYMu3QgZDkrLo234tQOe-cisyX-6MEfgNywk5-143s/s320/Red_Rice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155272452595032610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">When I was a child I have been introduced to different kind of rice and have consumed them innumerably. Yellow rice, Hainan rice, <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> Uduk</span> rice are examples of these variants. Yet, I have never eaten red rice until several weeks ago, even when I know that such rice exists. It is then realized, through lazy research, that inside these little grains are nutritious compounds which not only covering our daily diet needs, but they also promoting our health to a higher level.<br /><br />Yellow rice appears yellow because the rice grain has been mixed with turmeric; explaining such unique aroma produced by it. The red appearance in red rice, however, is by nature's gift. Though it appears as a pale color, red rice contains not only <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">carbohydrate</span> which supply our daily energy. It also contains <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">fat</span>, <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">fiber</span>, <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">magnesium</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">phosphorus</span>, <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">protein</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">vitamin A</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">B</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">C,</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Zinc</span>,</span></span> as well as <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">vitamin B complex</span></span> which is responsible to prevent illnesses (insomnia, constipation, intestine cancer) as it contributes to our body defense. It also lowers down cholesterol and sugar level because, from what I could recalled, it acts as <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">antioxidants</span></span>: absorbing malicious bacteria and kick them out from our body. Scientifically, red rice can <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">lowers down bad cholesterol</span> up to 30%, and <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">raise the good cholesterol</span> 19%. This antioxidants role can also prevent coronary heart disease as well as cancer too.<br /><br />We should not be terrified when I mentioned red rice contains fat. Not all fat is ugly, and the existence of fat is actually important to our body since it equipped us with insulation (cold-proof), buoyancy (less energy exerted during swimming), and backup energy. The 12% fat within red rice is unsaturated fat, where it won't give you such flabby appearances since it existed not as solid. The existence of flabbiness body is actually because our slow metabolism (the food you eat are converted into fat and energy, instead of energy alone). In other words, fatness occurs because we rarely do physical exercise. This is also why some people eat so much and yet they are not fat; they are gifted with high metabolism even when they do less exercise.<br /><br />Again as I said before, red rice contains protein. I think this is good because as teenagers, we do need protein because this is our life's phase where we are very active and do relentless activities as well. We also need it to develop muscle either for fitness or sport purposes, and to remain as hyperactive delinquents. Thus, aside from eating eggs, why don't we add red rice as our daily diet? We get extra protein consumption without ruining our eating habit, and it tastes good.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" >Anthocyanin</span> is another thing in red rice which I like the most. Originally, Anthocyanin is a pigment that is responsible to give the dark purple color in flowers or plants, which is make sense why red rice have purplish color. The spectra of this pigments differs in accordance to their pH: from reddish brown until purplish. This color gradient can be seen if you purchased red rice from different cities in Java like <span style="font-style: italic;">Sumedang, Bogor, Kadipaten, </span><span style="font-style: italic;">etc.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span>Why do I like this anthocyanin? It is because this pigment is responsible as antioxidants, anti hypertension, and most of all it <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">enhance our sight</span> - a very crucial and adored function for a glasses wearer like me. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">*You can also find anthocyanin in red wine too I think.*</span> Maybe you will think that this pigment is not affective enough since the red color is only on the surface of the rice? Well, think again! Anthocyanin is actually covering the whole rice crops.<br /><br />However, the availability of red rice in general is very scarce. Its availability in markets are so limited that the price is quite expensive than normal rice (around Rp.7000/kg). This low productivity might be caused by its crop that is classified as an upland rice. Such type of rice requires good weather, location, and even nutrients. From what I know, upland rice usually requires no water and rely on something else in order to survive, but I don't know for sure.<br /><br />Red rice is an underdog rice whose healthy potentials are not recognized by the dominance due to the existence of modern food such as junk foods. The probable chance of other beneficial mysteries behind these little red grains are still unknown as well. Such anonymousness occurred because other food science aspects are more prioritized by researchers. Now after we realized the list and function of nutrients within these petite rice, I could not think a better reason why I should not consume red rice. In the end, it is all up to us to decide which food serves the most proportional nutrients for our healthy living.<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1820755223371488051.post-30249660507314001882008-01-07T16:04:00.001+07:002008-12-09T15:01:49.896+07:00Bandung Kaleidoscope [The 14th Blog]<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cc2kv1E91Y/R4H7mFlIogI/AAAAAAAAAM0/I-VLN1B-nb0/s1600-h/What+Would+Jessica+Do+-+Donny.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3Cc2kv1E91Y/R4H7mFlIogI/AAAAAAAAAM0/I-VLN1B-nb0/s320/What+Would+Jessica+Do+-+Donny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152676080440091138" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">****************************************************************</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;">Bahasa of The Day</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Griya -[subject] - House</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">****************************************************************</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Merry Christmas 2007</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >and Happy New Year 2008 !!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">It has been 6 months since we started this blog and in this new year may we ameliorate our writing skill in order to enable us to write more heartbreaking and higher quality blogs.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">(Not to mention our blogging diligence that must be disciplined) </span></span><br />:) <span style="font-weight: bold;">*cheers!!* :) </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday's Christmas break was not the best holiday I have ever had. Probably because our family did not do our annual December "tradition" where we usually flew off to another country or another continent for approximately two weeks. This habitual family time unfortunately cannot be held like usual due to some visa issue which disabling us from entering the country. Thus there I was, homebound and behaving like a lazy sloth who took his morning bath at three o'clock in the afternoon. Let's not talk further about it shall we. However, this holiday gives me some satisfaction because I was able to visit a city in Indonesia that I have never visited. It's quite a shame to live as an Indonesian who has visited countries in other continents, but never visit at least Indonesia's beautiful or famous cities aside from Jakarta, Bali and Surabaya.<br /><br />Just a brief holiday overview, I spent my first week playing badminton with my friends, having a luncheon with Ibu Vionita and her economics students, and watching movies such as <span style="font-style: italic;">I am Legend </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">Warlords</span> with them. Right before the first week ended, my homebound period began. I woke up late and all I did was reading stuffs, researching EE, and chatting with my fellow friends who were also acting like a pig. We sure shared the same pain! During the third week, just after Christmas, my parents came and we went to Bandung. This is where the, just as what you will expected from my title, insightful kaleidoscope of Bandung started!<br /><br />Geographically, Bandung is a city of flower that is located in South East from Jakarta and approximately 150 kilometers (two hours journey via car). Seeing it from a map, this city is constructed with many roads and have even more street names. However, we do not have to worry about getting lost because the streets are connected to other street without any dizzying traffic rules. Its location in high terrain and near the mountain has given Bandung a cool climate (around 22 degree Celcius) along with soothing breezes and cleaner air. Bandung is the perfect city that you would visited to whenever you are tired with Jakarta's intense sun and polluted atmosphere.<br /><br />Although it is named and well known as a city of flower, you will not see flowers really often in the city. Yet the florists there sold assortment of fresh flowers. After all, most of the flowers that we see in Jakarta are originated from Bandung. You can also see the flower garden in the Lembang area (30 minutes from the town), and while you are there you can also visit the famous <span style="font-style: italic;">Tangkuban Perahu </span>mountain to enjoy a wondrous scenery and relaxing wind, as well as the hot spring 2 kilometers from the mountain.<br /><br />You will not see tall and gallant buildings or even houses with complex exterior. The only tall buildings you can see is only the malls, and even most of the malls and stores are considered as wide rather than tall. Instead, you will see simple yet elegant design as well as restaurants with traditional Sundanese architectures with traditional melodies which gives you a "cultural ambiance" just by sitting there.<br /><br />Bandung cuisines are heaven! You and your friend can have a culinary tour just within this city! The Sundanese food is very delicious and even in a certain restaurant they have this hybrid of Padang and buffet system where you can choose the food (per piece) that you desires, along with a stand where you can order traditional mini-cuisines such as <span style="font-style: italic;">Rujak</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Es Cendol</span>, and also a <span style="font-style: italic;">Lalapan</span> (vegetables) stand where you have a veggie buffet and for free! My restaurant preference in Bandung would be <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dapurku</span> in Lembong street. I forgot what was it called, but there was this delicious chicken that I ate with my parents in other restaurant and you should try it (it starts with a K). However, if you are a chili lover you might get disappointed because the chili (sambel ulek) in Bandung are generally salty. This mismatch of taste might affect your appetite and response towards the culinary itself. (Some restaurant can give you very spicy chili if you ask them to do so).<br /><br />Aside from the cultural coziness, there are also restaurants suitable for hanging out with friends or relatives that is located in <span style="font-style: italic;">Dago Atas </span>area. One of the restaurant is called <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Valley</span>. They served <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">cliche contemporary cuisines</span></span> such as steaks, truffle soup, Japanese food, sop buntut, cocktails, wine, etc. In my opinion, the taste of the food is satisfying but not very high class. But the price of the food are quite expensive (the main course costs around 50.000 and above). But do not feel like you are being ripped by them. My Bandung friend told me that in this <span style="font-style: italic;">Dago Atas</span> area you tend to pay for the dazzling scenery of natural landscapes and optimum climate too. And this scenery truly deserves a two thumbs up! You should try to visit this place once in a while!<br /><br />Last but not least is the shopping hot-spots. From what I have seen during my visit in this previous holiday, factory outlets are most visited shopping place in Bandung. Most outlets are located in <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dago Street</span>. Here, it almost like Orchard Road where shopping centers are neighboring each other except that the outlets sometimes gapped with one or two random houses in between. About the apparels that they sell, they are not cheap nor expensive, and the quality is not world class but very satisfying. To be honest they seems like these rejects from the world class brands such as <span style="font-style: italic;">Adidas, Nike, Puma, Zara, Lacoste, etc</span> due to a very tiny error with the product (small scratch, small knitting mistake, etc), but they are good enough for me! The price of these apparels are around Rp. 20.000 and above.<br /><br />Regarding personal preferences, girls who usually bought branded apparels or clothings might be less attracted to these outlets since they might see disappointment in terms of materials quality. As for boys, I think it is better to buy clothes from here rather than those branded and super expensive store since we might use it for sports and have our clothes worn-out in a short period of time anyways! Furthermore, somehow these outlets provide better quality apparels for boys rather than for girls - that is, through my perspective.<br /><br />What is hilarious is the fact that there are more Jakarta cars rather than Bandung cars during the holiday or weekends. Even my Bandung friend said that Bandung citizens wouldn't go out during weekend due to the traffic dillema that the Jakarta denizen has caused.<br /><br />Bandung, through my eyes, is a wonderful city that is perfect to gain serenity and relaxation. It is suitable as a run-away-from-Jakarta program, where we momentarily throw away the polluted visualization that is worsened with the tall buildings and dusty environment! When you are trapped for holiday in Jakarta, you'd better take a road trip to Bandung. You might as well see this city of flower's through a kaleidoscope which will bedazzled you. It's just a two hours journey anyways!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Note</span>: It is preferably not to go to Bandung during weekends, since you might suffer traffic jam in the Toll road and end up 3 - 4 hours in car. And if you went back to Jakarta from Bandung after gallant festival (i.e New Year) or during weekend, you might as well go home earlier if you do not want to suffer the same traffic jam.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div>What Would Jessica Do?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01228309586555787978noreply@blogger.com1