<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256</id><updated>2011-06-29T11:26:41.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MiNd tAlk</title><subtitle type='html'>My LIFE... My Laughters, My Tears...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-115928653164385688</id><published>2006-09-26T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:02:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell yeah... Whatever you say Stacie...</title><content type='html'>Stacie Orrico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been through just about everything that I could go through&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationships&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what I was missing or why I ain’t listen&lt;br /&gt;When I told myself that was it&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go, hurt again&lt;br /&gt;Cause of my curiousity&lt;br /&gt;Now that it’s over&lt;br /&gt;What else could it be, he just had to cheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But) I’m not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;But this time it’s different&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a shame in a way cause&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face oh&lt;br /&gt;Will my true love ever be?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I go on a search again&lt;br /&gt;When I know what the end will be&lt;br /&gt;What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t keep going through life&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of what I missed&lt;br /&gt;And the person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Love's good when it’s right&lt;br /&gt;And when it's left in your memory&lt;br /&gt;All the times I let you down&lt;br /&gt;I guess love will be nice for someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone (I used to hate it)&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, oh feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me (knockin' at my door)&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because (it's the best day of my life)&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing&lt;br /&gt;I’m not missing you I'm not missing you (oh baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over you&lt;br /&gt;It ain't even a problem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-115928653164385688?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/115928653164385688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=115928653164385688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/115928653164385688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/115928653164385688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/09/hell-yeah-whatever-you-say-stacie.html' title='Hell yeah... Whatever you say Stacie...'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-115376937805503525</id><published>2006-07-25T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:29:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i LoVe dOiNg PeRsONaLiTy tEsTs</title><content type='html'>whooaa... i'm not in the mood yet to sort out tons of pictures, which i supposed to post in this blog.. i'm doing personality tests instead... see what www.personalitytype.com has to say about me... and oh... i agree to most of the result =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the headline says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the quiz that has helped thousands of people &lt;br /&gt;discover their Personality Type&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Join the millions of people who have found more satisfying careers and have improved all of their relationships, by understanding Personality Type. This quiz can also help you determine the type of your child, partner, or other important people in your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And tah dah! here is my result... =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life as an ENTP        &lt;br /&gt;(Extravert, Intuitive, Thinker, Perceiver) &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;People of this type tend to be: friendly, charming, and outgoing; quick-witted, energetic, and irreverent; ingenious, imaginative, and creative; curious, flexible, and unpredictable; logical and analytical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing to ENTPs is being creative, seeing possibilities, and always having new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great careers for ENTPs &lt;/strong&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few popular and often satisfying careers for people whose Personality Type is ENTP. &lt;br /&gt;• Entrepreneur &lt;br /&gt;• Investment banker &lt;br /&gt;• Venture capitalist &lt;br /&gt;• Outplacement consultant &lt;br /&gt;• Management / marketing consultant&lt;br /&gt;• Copywriter &lt;br /&gt;• Radio/TV talk show host &lt;br /&gt;• Political manager &lt;br /&gt;• Real estate developer &lt;br /&gt;• Actor&lt;br /&gt;• Strategic planner&lt;br /&gt;• University / college president&lt;br /&gt;• Motivational speaker&lt;br /&gt;• Internet marketer&lt;br /&gt;• Advertising creative director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;strong&gt;ow to Love an ENTP&lt;/strong&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Appreciate my perceptiveness and original insights. &lt;br /&gt;• Encourage me to spend time with people and be free to respond to spontaneous opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;• Listen to me talk about my ideas and brainstorm with me. &lt;br /&gt;• Be willing to debate and discuss ideas. &lt;br /&gt;• Try not to nag me about small things or about being too messy. &lt;br /&gt;• Above all - respect my competency and need to constantly take on new challenges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parenting ENTPs &lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joys and Challenges of Raising ENTPs: &lt;br /&gt;They are curious, clever, and persuasive but can also be impulsive, unpredictable, and argumentative. While they are enterprising, ambitious, and entertaining, they may be quite unrealistic, bore easily, and leave many projects unfinished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What works with ENTPs: &lt;br /&gt;• expect a high energy level; give plenty of playmates and varied, physical outlets for their energy &lt;br /&gt;• encourage their creative ideas; try their solutions whenever possible &lt;br /&gt;• find ways to encourage and appreciate their gift of negotiation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents of ENTPs: they'll know you really love them when you...&lt;br /&gt;take them to meet someone famous or powerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SpeedReading ENTPs &lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to success lies in your ability to quickly size others up, and speak their language. Here are just a few clues for SpeedReading (understanding) and SpeedReaching (communicating with) ENTPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Spot ENTPs: &lt;br /&gt;• energetic, charming, and witty &lt;br /&gt;• enthusiastic, creative, and expressive &lt;br /&gt;• easygoing, adventurous, and persuasive &lt;br /&gt;• image conscious and snappy dressers &lt;br /&gt;Tips for Communicating with ENTPs: &lt;br /&gt;• Focus on creative possibilities &lt;br /&gt;• Expect a lot of questions - don't force decisions too soon &lt;br /&gt;• Stay flexible and open to suggestions and improvements&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-115376937805503525?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/115376937805503525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=115376937805503525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/115376937805503525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/115376937805503525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-doing-personality-tests.html' title='i LoVe dOiNg PeRsONaLiTy tEsTs'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-115305575236420148</id><published>2006-07-16T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T02:11:34.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get over it...!!!</title><content type='html'>Hope life's been good to you&lt;br /&gt;since you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine now.... I've finally moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad... I'm not that sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised just how well I survived&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the worst, and I feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain... I'm free again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm lyin' 'round cryin' at night&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to worry, I'm really all right&lt;br /&gt;I've never looked back as a matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it only hurts when I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;My heart only breaks when it's beating&lt;br /&gt;My dreams only die when I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;So, I hold my breath to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Shania said so... aarrgghh!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it... he's not even worth my tears... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what Cindy said in forwarded text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The important thing is not to be bitter over difficulties...&lt;br /&gt;Learn to let go of the past and recognize that everyday won't be sunny...&lt;br /&gt;And when you find yourself lost in darkness and despair...&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER... it's only in the black of night that you can see the stars...&lt;br /&gt;and those stars will lead you back home...&lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to make mistakes to stumble, to fall...&lt;br /&gt;Because most of the time the greatest rewards...&lt;br /&gt;Come from doing things that scared you the most..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets see MC's forwarded text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Find a guy who'll kiss you just before the traffic light turns green...&lt;br /&gt;Who close his eyes when he hugs you...&lt;br /&gt;Who'll patiently wait for you after work...&lt;br /&gt;Who'll smell your hair every chance he gets...&lt;br /&gt;Who'll wipe your sweat with his hanky...&lt;br /&gt;Who'll sing your favorite song even if he can't carry a tune...&lt;br /&gt;Who lets you rest over his shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;Who lets you sleep on his lap...&lt;br /&gt;Who'll give you the 1st and last bite on his burger...&lt;br /&gt;Who'll squeeze your hand tighter when you squeeze his...&lt;br /&gt;Find someone who occupies your dream every night....&lt;br /&gt;And when you find him... never LET GO... =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet sweet right? I never demand much. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the more that I know how priceless LOYALTY and HONESTY really are...&lt;br /&gt;And YES, almost no one can afford it. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;SAD but TRUE. . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-115305575236420148?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/115305575236420148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=115305575236420148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/115305575236420148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/115305575236420148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-over-it.html' title='Get over it...!!!'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-115213353551744357</id><published>2006-07-06T02:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:39:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrr... Harrr...!!!</title><content type='html'>Harrr!!! I haven't been updating my blog for.. for.. for... such.. such.. such.. a looooong time... it feels like 10 yrs already... i forgot what happened within the past weeks... all I know is that I'm enjoying my life... gaining more and more friends everyday... getting special attention too =) I'm looking into friends and special friends *only* at this moment... nothing more than that... oh well... i'll be busy with my compre review... my friends around me kept my spirit up...! and i just wanna thank them all... as in each of YOU!!! my world wouldn't be the same without those people close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things happened within the past weeks... am trying to balance everything, tho' not everything went smoothly... oh well.. pretty much, yes. So far.. am busy with work, compre review, PPMIP meetings, dance practice (for this coming saturday, will perform a  Balinese dance in a debut party), gimmick night... it's all about having fun... but sure, i won't neglect my top priorities. That should come 1st before anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many updates. Even if i'll not tell each story in detail, I'll still put up my recent pictures... *whatever* oh, as usual... =) just watch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-115213353551744357?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/115213353551744357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=115213353551744357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/115213353551744357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/115213353551744357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/07/harrr-harrr_06.html' title='Harrr... Harrr...!!!'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114729671354648930</id><published>2006-05-11T05:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T05:35:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>336 Years MAKATI DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=32515951" quality="high"  wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/parade.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/sarjeep.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, May 8th,&lt;/strong&gt; Of course I should actually go to work @ 3 pm- 6 pm. But a day before, Niar asked me if I would like to join the parade for Makati Day. Sure!!! Then I texted Takeuchi San, asking permission if I could join the parade. She said “Noted”. Aha… good answer… so I did join. I was wearing a pinky pink Maluku Costume, and my partner is Aang, that foreigner guy! Hehe… yehey!!! I didn’t go to work, but the embassy paid me P 1,000 for walking along Ayala for around 1 hr =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jeepney was decorated beautifully. It was decorated by the newly graduates of Fine Arts, University of Santo Tomas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/np.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/tank.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with 3 gentlemen @ North Park, I treated them from the money I got… =D Aang brought me home. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114729671354648930?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114729671354648930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114729671354648930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114729671354648930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114729671354648930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/05/336-years-makati-day.html' title='336 Years MAKATI DAY'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114729554241131983</id><published>2006-05-11T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T02:49:14.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Formula 3 --- Batangas Racing Circuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=24176199" quality="high"  wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/AF3/vip.JPG" align="left"&gt; Sunday, May 7th, Yehey… another VIP ticket to watch AF3. So there… right after we finished watching Mission Impossible 3 @ Greenbelt, Seto and I planned to have an overnight in Niar’s house, because we have to be in the embassy 2 hrs later. So we got a cab and went to Seto’s house to get his stuff, and went to my place to get mine, then we went to Niar’s house. As soon as we arrived there, Seto and I starved to death… hehehe… Then we asked Niar what is available in her ref. So Seto and I heated some foods and eat it like 5 in the morning. Niar was slightly asleep by that time, I guess. Psssttt… I even finished whoever’s rempeyek there… yummy!!! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/AF3/msb.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/AF3/bus.JPG" align="left"&gt; Together with Niar, Seto, Pia, Nelmer and Clarissa, we headed towards the embassy, and arrived @ 6am. The bus was already waiting. And so… we left Manila around 6.30 am. Then I spent the whole journey sleeping, so I would have enough energy to support the racers. Before the race, I was already able to have some pictures with Moreno Soeprapto, Satrio and Bagoes Hermanto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/AF3/tattoo.JPG" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? I wasn’t really paying attention to the race. All I know is that I was busy taking pictures everywhere. The day was sizzling hot and I stayed in the air conditioned VIP room most of the time, and watch the race on TV, Studio 23 LIVE!!! Hehehe…I was also able meet some reporters from the Indonesian Media, like Jawa Pos and Kompas. I also bought an AF3 polo shirt, and made an AF3 henna tattoo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, to make the story short, we were proud of the three of them. Satrio won the 1st place in the promotion class, while Bagoes failed to get any place in the promotion class, while Moreno also failed to be in the top three in the overall division. But hey… I’m sure that they did try their best. So… I still appreciate your effort guys! Was it because of those bikini girls, that made you two couldn’t concentrate on the race??? D*amn!!! Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there… it finished late afternoon and I just feel that my skin is burning. I didn’t even use sun block. I turned darker all of a sudden… but who cares! I like tan! So there…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114729554241131983?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114729554241131983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114729554241131983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114729554241131983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114729554241131983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/05/asian-formula-3-batangas-racing_11.html' title='Asian Formula 3 --- Batangas Racing Circuit'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114729090480882953</id><published>2006-05-11T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T03:55:04.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EaSteR @ InDo EmBaSsY aNd MisSiOn ImPoSsiBLe 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=24166979" quality="high"  wmode="transparent" width="426" height="320" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/ast.JPG" align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Saturday, May 6th,&lt;/strong&gt; I went to the Indonesian Embassy to meet some fellas, because we planned to watch Mission Impossible 3 all together. There was this Easter celebration in the main lobby at that time. And some of my friends were playing the band. So I just sat at the back with Anis, Niar and cutie little Tasha. We were taking pictures instead. Don’t you think Tasha would be a model someday? She's so into posing... (And oh! before I went to the embassy, I met Niar, Kuya Romel, Ate Maki and Rachelle at Banana Leaf, and then kuya dropped me and Niar in the embassy) =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/gc.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top: &lt;em&gt;Me w/ the Guyz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: &lt;em&gt;Me w/ the Gurlz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/mi3.gif" align="left"&gt;Right after, we went to Oakwood, Danny and Ita’s place. We then met the other fellas right there. And wow!!! surprisingly, we were 20. Me, Anis, JJ, Wandy, Ido, Danny, Ita, Sandhi, Reyda, Shabun, Seto, Yogi, Kemal, Takur, LaiLai, Felix, Chandra, Yuchin, Niar, and Anton. We all then headed towards Greenbelt 3. Stayed at Global Café for some drinks and then watched the midnight film show. It was around 1.30 in the morning, and finished around 4 am. Guess where I went after that… just see my next post… hehehe…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114729090480882953?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114729090480882953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114729090480882953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114729090480882953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114729090480882953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/05/easter-indo-embassy-and-mission_11.html' title='EaSteR @ InDo EmBaSsY aNd MisSiOn ImPoSsiBLe 3'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114728315880231140</id><published>2006-05-11T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T02:18:24.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GiFtS… GiFtS… GiFtS… and GiFtS…</title><content type='html'>I wanna &lt;strong&gt;THANK&lt;/strong&gt; these people, for their lovely gifts. As if it's my B'day... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/teddy.JPG" align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo:&lt;/strong&gt; For this cute teddy bear. He gave it to me on Tuesday, April 25th, when we met at Starbucks Podium, and then Carlo accompanied me to Teh Maria’s house for my dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/lobsters.JPG" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandhi:&lt;/strong&gt; For these 2 cute lobsters from Saisaki… hehehe… He said that those are for me and Adau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/danzon.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seto:&lt;/strong&gt; For the Danzon’s Almonds, Hazelnuts, Raisins coated with dairy milk chocolate, that he gave me as a pasalubong from Kuala Lumpur. Superduperlicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/kl.JPG" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aya:&lt;/strong&gt; For the t-shirt from Kuala Lumpur. A pasalubong from her vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/nagoya.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kacle: &lt;/strong&gt;For the Nagoya Hardrock Café T-shirt. And I’ll also send him Makati-Philippines Hardrock café tshirt, color grey with a blue print. This guy is one of my clients in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh my dear, it’s nice to have thoughtful people around me like you guys… Thank you so much…! =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it’s time for me to give away gifts…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/jack.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie:&lt;/strong&gt; I will give her this bag as my B’day gift, on her 23rd birthday last May 3rd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/ade.JPG" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ade:&lt;/strong&gt; I will send my brother some t-shirts, because he asked me to… hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/hrc.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kacle and Uya:&lt;/strong&gt; I’ll send these 2 Makati-Philippines Hardrock café t-shirts to them. The grey one is for Kacle and the black one is for Uya. Both of them are my clients in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/skul.JPG" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dear gurls:&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be sending some school supplies for 10 unfortunate children in Santiago city. I've bought some of it and the rest will follow. I'm doing a charity, I would send grade 1 students to school, I would fund their tuition fee as well. I hope my goodwill mission will mean something to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next is what I bought for myself…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always tempted to drop by in Megamall after work… and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/adau.JPG" align="left"&gt;I saw this cute t-shirt in bench. I just like what is written on it. It is sooo Adau. Hehehe… I’ll wear that if I’ll hangout with Adau somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/cap.JPG" align="right"&gt;I also bought this cap from bench… well… I am sometimes a tomboy, so I like wearing caps. And navy blue is one of my favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/bags.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this 2 cute bags… one is white and the other is tosca green. I just thought that they were cute… so I just bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/dude.JPG" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! don’t you think Adau’s bag is cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/gifts/adausan2.JPG"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114728315880231140?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114728315880231140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114728315880231140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114728315880231140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114728315880231140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/05/gifts-gifts-gifts-and-gifts.html' title='GiFtS… GiFtS… GiFtS… and GiFtS…'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114644398010064220</id><published>2006-05-01T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T05:20:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDONESIAN SUMMER DANCE WORKSHOP  Santiago City, Isabela</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=22581336" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="426" height="320" name="rockmyspace" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, this will be such a long story. &lt;strong&gt;Monday, April 17th&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to Banco de Oro to get some amount of money. I spent so much this past few weeks, and that I need to get some amount out of my savings. Ugh! I’m such a spender!!! Anyways, I also dropped by at Kashmir to buy roti canay. Then I went to the office and work from 4pm to 9pm. Great that my boss allowed me to take vacation leave for a week. So I went home and get all my stuff packed. Ate dinner at home, because I haven’t had any meal the whole day, I was extremely starving. Then Anis and I were accompanied by JJ to Kingswood. Anis and I had an overnight at Niar’s place, along with Johana too… so that we would go all together to Santiago. The purpose of our trip to Santiago city, Isabela is that, the Mayor, Hon. Amelita S. Navarro sent a request letter to the Indonesian embassy and invited some dance instructors to teach Indonesian dances for their Indonesian Summer Dance Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/departure.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left: &lt;em&gt;@ Kingswood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right: &lt;em&gt;@ Indonesian Embassy, minutes before the departure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, April 18th,&lt;/strong&gt; we went to the Indonesian Embassy, there were 2 vans and 4 people who fetched us, including Kuya Moro (The mayor’s assistant and he was the first person from the Philippines who were given a scholarship by the Indonesian government to study topeng in Jogja) and Xyza (a college student and a pianist). We still needed sometime to prepare the costumes and then we bought some snacks from koperasi, then we left the embassy at around 11.30 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/mlastg.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upper left: &lt;em&gt;lunch @ KFC along the high way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upper right: &lt;em&gt;picture in the CR ;p -&gt; Niar, Anis, Sari, Jo, Xyza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;middle left: &lt;em&gt;the view out side the window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;middle right: &lt;em&gt;looking at the view outside the window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower left: &lt;em&gt;mirienda @ Jolibee San Jose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower right: &lt;em&gt;@ the bus stop -&gt; Niar, Sari, kuya Moro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped by Kentucky Fried Chicken along the high way for lunch, took some pictures and then continue the long journey. I didn’t have enough sleep, but I wasn’t also able to sleep on the way. So I was taking pictures of the view outside. Around late afternoon, we dropped by again to eat at Jolibee in San Jose. And another stop was in a bus station, we stopped for a comfort room. It was such a long trip, we arrived after 12 hours. We were given free accommodation in Mayor’s Punta Amelita Resort. As soon as we arrived, we checked out the room, put our baggage inside and met mayor Amelita Navarro, Dr. Navarro and some of the officials at the dining area. After that short meeting, we all went back to the room. Jo and I suddenly felt so hungry… so we were thinking of making Indomie that we brought. We went to the dining area and got some hot water from the dispenser. We made the noodles but because it wasn’t boiled, the noodle was very hard to chew, it tasted more like a rubber. So what can we do? Hahaha… I just finished the soup and eat it with kacang garuda instead. Then Jo, Niar and I had a short practice for our dance lesson the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/balay.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upper: &lt;em&gt;Balay na Santiago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower: &lt;em&gt;the welcome banner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, April 19th,&lt;/strong&gt; we woke up early, took a shower and had another practice. Had a breakfast then went to Balay na Santiago, it’s like 30 minutes away from the resort. We arrived 9 in the morning. We found out that they made us a welcome banner, with our full names printed on it. It was really nice. We were so welcome on our arrival. Then we go directly to meet the participants, they all were already sitting nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/1prac.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upper: &lt;em&gt;the warming up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower: &lt;em&gt; monitoring the saman dance practice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We introduced ourselves, I led the warming up and then we also demonstrated the dances that we are about to teach. The participants were from as young as grade school up to teachers/ faculty members. They were like around a hundred, and all came from different schools, and different towns as well. Ms. Mila, the head of the tourism of Santiago said that she was actually expecting for around 30 participants, but boom! It’s more than expected, but we can still accommodate them, of course. The participants were divided into four groups. I was assigned to handle all male participants and teach them Saman dance. Niar handled the female kids and teach them Tempurung dance, a dance with a coconut shell, which is really meant for kids. Anis was assigned to teach Puspanjali dance to the female teenagers. And Johana was assigned to teach Indang dance to all of the women participants. The dance practice went pretty smooth. Even though it was my first time to teach Indonesian dance, esp. to Filipinos, I was able to manage myself in handling them, I can just feel it, and I was enjoying my time. My Saman students were like around 30 people. All of them were very kind and I wasn’t really having a hard time teaching, they were all fast learner and they can adapt the dance easily. I, myself practiced the dance for several months before I master it. But the participants here only have 2 days before their performance on Friday. And oh! I also tried to practice one of the Philippine dances, Tinikling. We ended up the practice around 5-6 pm. Ms. Bauzon was kind enough to fetch us back to the resort. Along with her, was her son, Carlo, a fresh graduate of University of Santo Tomas, we were then being introduced to Carlo by his Mom. We dropped by somewhere for a short while and Carlo’s mom bought some pandesals, and we ate it on the way back to the resort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/1nyt.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;left: &lt;em&gt;Sari and Niar infront of the souvenir shop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right: &lt;em&gt;dinner @ Punta Amelita resort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go out in the evening, but I guess kuya Moro was too busy at that time. So we just spent the evening in the dining area, having dinner and sing karaoke. I then had this interesting conversation with kuya Romel, he is also a guest of the resort. He is an architect and he was there to take care of his project I guess… it’s the 2nd swimming pool that he is doing. So I had this long conversation, told him that I really want to own a monkey. So there, I started to have new friends. Carlo was also there… maybe listening but definitely, busy texting. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/2prac.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upper: &lt;em&gt;with the Puspanjali dancers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower: &lt;em&gt;with Ate vic and Ms. Bauzon in the resort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, April 20th,&lt;/strong&gt; it was the 2nd day of the workshop. It was brown out, but that didn’t make us stop practicing. We have both of the tape working using batteries. We started just like the first day. On this day, I also handled the female kids of Tempurung dance whenever Niar is busy. So I also got close and got along well with the kids. They were so nice and they followed me everywhere hehehe… I love their spirits and how they want to keep on practicing. So I assigned 2 leaders from Saman group to take care of their own practice while I’m away with the kids. Of course I never forget to take pictures of all the events that went on. I just like to keep every single memory of those heartwarming events for my remembrance. So I could reminisce those times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/swim.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swimming with Niar, Carlo and kuya Romel (the picture taker man)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home to the resort after the practice, had dinner and again, sing along. After that, kuya Romel, Carlo, and Niar asked me to join them swimming. It was already mid night. Ate Vicky, the caretaker of the resort accompanied us as well. It was pretty fun, then we were done around 2 in the morning. I took a bath and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/puntacos.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/mabinich.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upper: &lt;em&gt;Niar, Sari, Anis, Jo in Indonesian costumes @ the resort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;middle: &lt;em&gt;wreath laying @ Mabini Apolinarion monument&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower: &lt;em&gt;interview with local ABS-CBN @ the mayor's office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/ccall.JPG" align="left"&gt;Friday, April 21st, this is the day of wreath laying @ Apolinario Mabini monument. They put Indonesian flags around the Monument. After that, we went to City Hall for a courtesy call and we were being introduced to the officials there. The four of us, had a courtesy call with the head of the Barangays. I’ve been acting as an ambassador for Indonesia through dances for several times, but this one is the best. In city hall, we met lots of mothers, who were there for their kids’ health care (I guess) and took some pictures with them. We then went to the office of the mayor and stayed there, we were supposed to meet the mayor but she had something urgent to do. Then the local ABS-CBN TV station came over to do some interviews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/fnyt.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;upper left: w/ Jo, Niar and Mayor Amie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upper right: &lt;em&gt;speech from the mayor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower left: &lt;em&gt;me awarding the best participants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower right: &lt;em&gt;with mayor and Dr. Navarro @ Balay na Santiago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we all went to Balay for the final dance rehearsal. I was so tired after all that, not to mention that it’s also sizzling hot in Santiago. In the evening, we were all fully prepared for the big night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/saman.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/samans.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upper &amp; middle: &lt;em&gt;my Saman students for the Friendship Night performance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower: &lt;em&gt;my Saman students on their closing ceremony performance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance of the participants was divided into 2 parts. The first part is for the closing ceremony of the workshop and the second part is for the PHILIPPINES-INDONESIA FRIENDSHIP NIGHT. Because of the limited costumes that the Indonesian embassy has, only those performing for the friendship night were given the chance to wear on the costumes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/rantak.JPG" align="left"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, dancing rantak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Else than them performing, we, teachers also perform in the friendship night. I performed solo for Rantak dance, Niar performed solo for Blantek dance, Anis performed Puspanjali along with her students for the closing ceremony and Johanna became the camerawoman for a night. For the closing ceremony, the participants and all people involved were given certificates for joining the workshop. Maan, One of the students of Tempurung dance even cried on the graduation day. Maybe because the workshop is over and that she’ll miss us. Hmm… how sweet.   and us, the teachers were also given certificates of appreciation. It says…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPUBLIC OF THE PHILIPPINES&lt;br /&gt;SANTIAGO CITY&lt;br /&gt;Presents this &lt;br /&gt;CERTIFICATE OF APPRECIATION&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPYTASARI CHAIRUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In grateful recognition of her invaluable services rendered to Santiago City &lt;br /&gt;as&lt;br /&gt;Resource Dance Teacher &lt;br /&gt;during the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INDONESIAN SUMMER DANCE WORKSHOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held on April 19-21, 2006 at the Balay na Santiago. Her expertise and devotion to cultural arts through dance which she shared to the people of Santiago set off a higher level and more passionate appreciation of Asian Culture to the participants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given this 21st day of April 2006 at Balay na Santiago, Calao West, Santiago City, Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMELITA S. NAVARRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Mayor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, tired. While waiting for the rest to use the bathroom, I went up to the dining area, and had a little chit chat with kuya Romel and Carlo. Then like 10 minutes later, Jo came up to get some water, stayed a while, then we went back to the room, then I took a bath and sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/view3.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the beatiful scenes in Quirino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Afiado is in red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday April, 22nd, was the next wonderful day during my stay in Santiago. My friends and I woke up in the morning and prepared ourselves to go to the river in Quirino and to Aglipay cave. We were supposed to go to Banaue Rice Terraces, one of the wonders of the world, and also to the waterfalls, but we didn’t have enough time to do so. We had breakfast, and headed towards the headquarters. I need to buy sleepers so I went out with Niar, Jo and Allan to the market and department store nearby. We ended up buying lots of items. Went back to the headquarters and drive towards Quirino, because they have one of the best rivers in the Philiippines. It took us like one hour drive, and as soon as we arrived on the spot, no kidding!!! It was such a wonderful place! The water is clear, beautiful scene! I haven’t been to such a nice river like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/river.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing water in the river&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that I couldn’t get myself wet, because I was having my *m. We had lunch, and took lots of pictures… the scenes and moments were just too precious to let go without any evidence. I also have this long conversation with Mr. Afiado, one of the highest officials in Santiago. I consulted him also that I want to own a monkey. Btw, he used to won a monkey also. So he said that he’ll find a way. That was the best words during my stay in Santiago (hehehe…). I told him that I’m really serious in wanting to adopt a monkey. Speaking of adopting, we then had this conversation, about my intentions of wanting to send an unfortunate child to school. I had this plan after Niar just got a child from Marawi that she’ll be supporting financially for her schooling. Mr. Afiado then offer me if I would like to help out the unfortunate children in Santiago and send them to school. We were also discussing about the cost, which cost lower and I agree to support, hopefully 10 children. I’ll send them to school and I will pay their tuition fee for a year and buy them school supplies myself. I want all girls of grade 1. I am a feminist, so I want to make those unfortunate girls educated. I would be buying school supplies as soon as possible and I’ll be sending it along with their school fund before the start of the new school year which is on June. I hope this dreams will come true. I was really thinking… instead of spending it on my shopping, it would be much better if I spend it to help people. Mr. Afiado would be my contact person, so I would keep in touch with him thru Marlon, his son, one of the guys I met in Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/cave.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upper: &lt;em&gt;in the cave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower: &lt;em&gt;the "duck walk inside the cave"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… After having a great time in the river, we headed towards Aglipay cave. Anis and I, together with the girls and guys explored the cave, along with 2 guides. Wow! Amazing! Speechless… I don’t think so I’ve been to a cave before. And guess what! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/1adau.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meeting my baby for the 1st time, ADAU SANTIAGO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most exciting part. As soon as we’re done caving, Mr. Afiado brought me a monkey!!! I was extremely happy when I met my newly adopted baby that day. He said that he has a name already, ADAU. I was too excited… I just can’t describe the feelings. I wanted a monkey so badly ever since grade school, and now I have the chance to own one. I gave him fruittella that I chew first before I gave it to Adau. So that he’ll obey me. Adau likes fruittella very much. On the way back home, Niar told me to add Santiago on Adau’s name. Oh yea… why not, that will serve as his surename, since he came from Santiago. So his full name is ADAU SANTIAGO. My cutie little baby. I love him at the first sight =) After that, we went to the peak of the mountain in the evening and saw a great view from the top. Before we went back home, we dropped by to Mr. Afiado’s house. Stayed for a while and went back to the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, the Balinese students asked us to go out for gimmick, which was already planned since the day. So Anis, Niar and I joined their gimmick. Gary fetched at the resort. Before we left, Jo, kuya Romel and Carlo were there in the dining area. So we excused ourselves before we left. It came to my surprise when Carlo voluntarily lent his jacket to me. He said that it’s cold outside. So I was like… hmm… thoughtful? I got his jacket, thanked him and left. It was like 30 minutes drive then we met Lai, Ria, Lala and Allan. We were supposed to go to Bistro, but too bad, it was already closed. It was actually still 1 in the morning. Hmpf! Why did they close so soon?! So we had to drive around to find open bars, and most of it has already closed. But we were lucky enough to find an open karaoke bar. So we spent time there, I wasn’t able to join them singing because I lost my voice since the day before, because I kept on shouting during the practices. (hey! I wasn’t shouting because I was mad, but because of the counting and that I had too many students to take care of… I just gave my best). Lala has a nice voice, she was our entertainer for the night. I had fun with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/gmik.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the gimmick night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, April, 23rd,&lt;/strong&gt; We went back to the resort at around 3 in the morning. I was supposed to pack up my things as soon as I arrived. But then Carlo texted me asking if I already got back. I said yes, and told him I would return his jacket, just incase we’ll not go back to Manila together. He then said that he’ll come over to my room. So I met him outside, he was looking at Adau when I came out from the room. He then sat at the stairs. I was still wearing his jacket, so instead of returning it right away, I sat down next to him. We started to have a nice conversation, starting from when he saw me the first time, in Balay, when I was learning, Tinikling. We also talked about what we are doing in Santiago, family, school up to our past relationships. I also found out that he is being true to himself and the most important thing is he is also being true to others. It’s amazing how I felt so comfortable talking to him and opening up my past stories to someone new like him. We talked from dawn till the sun rises. Told him that time went on so fast, I’m still enjoying my stay in Santiago, and that I haven’t even got the chance to see the other new swimming pool and I also haven’t climb the mountain. Then Carlo told me that he would be willing to accompany me looking around the resort. So we went strolling around the resort, stopped at the kiddie park, played the swing and look around the resort houses nearby. Carlo said that climbing the mountain would not cost that much time, so we were just planning to go half way. When we were there, I thought that we still have much time to go to the peak. So we went all the way to the peak of the mountain. I wasn’t prepared, so I didn’t bring any water, and I was damn thirsty on the way up. But once we reached the top of the mountain, just like Carlo said, all the exhaust and thirst will go away. That’s true… once we both were on top of the mountain, the view of the landscape threw it all away… I was amazed up there… beautiful! I just couldn’t put it in words. The green land, the blue sky, and the wind blowing… How could I ask for a better place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/mountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;upper: &lt;em&gt;We were on that mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lower: &lt;em&gt;the view from the top of the mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/carlo.JPG" align="left"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sari &amp; Carlo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing is that, I was with Carlo, a guy that I’ve just met for 5 days, but through our initial conversations, it feels like I’ve known him for years. He is thoughtful, sincere and polite. I could say that he is not just an average guy. I could feel that. He respects me too. He has a pleasing personality and also sweet, and that could really swept off your feet. I’m glad that I was given the chance to know someone true like him. I just enjoyed the time we had, in such a lovely place. We walked down the mountain. It took us like 1 hr to go back and forth. As soon as we reached back the resort, I went right away to shower, and got ready, packing for our trip back to Manila. We went to Balay na Santiago first to get the costumes. And back to the resort to have lunch. I stayed in one van with kuya Santi, ate, and Carlo, along with the costumes and the baggage, including Adau. I had to take care of Adau on the way. Anis, Niar, and Jo were on the other car, along with kuya Romel driving. There we go… time for a long road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/santiago/pasalubong.JPG" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sari &amp; Anis, buying pasalubong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by Sta. Fey to buy pasalubong. Dropped by in Chowking for dinner, dropped by in Starbucks Luisita Center for coffee. And Anis got Adau milk from starbucks, he liked it very much. I spent most of the time sleeping, because I didn’t have any rest, and that I was also exhausted because of the mountain climbing, but it’s worth the fun though. We dropped Jo at her place, dropped Carlo at his place and went to the last stop, Indonesian embassy. Kuya Romel was kind enough to bring Niar, Anis and me home. arrived home 4am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was such a lovely summer vacation trip. I guess this is one of the best summer vacations I’ve ever had in my life… =) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114644398010064220?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114644398010064220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114644398010064220' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114644398010064220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114644398010064220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/05/indonesian-summer-dance-workshop.html' title='INDONESIAN SUMMER DANCE WORKSHOP &lt;p&gt; Santiago City, Isabela'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114525441963508209</id><published>2006-04-17T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T00:22:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid aPRiL wEeKeNd</title><content type='html'>Hei people! I got updates about my weekend… since it’s holly week… and I have one week off from work, I always spend the whole night chatting. I slept when the sun rises and I woke up around noon time. but hey… it’s worth it man! Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/puri.jpg" align="left"/&gt; I wanna thank this guy (yg suka sok imut), his name is Mercy, but I call him Ecy for short. Just like Alwi, he is one of my closest chatmates. I knew Ecy from Alwi, and I knew Alwi from Bima, and I knew Bima out of nowhere, when I randomly sent questionnaires to the webmasters of some Indonesian online news websites. Anyways, just in a short period of time after I knew Ecy, I found out that Emil, an Alumni of PPMIP and De La Salle University turned out to be his officemate in PPA Consultants. It’s a small world after all. So… the point is that, I wanna thank ecy for helping me out with the contact numbers of the Indonesian filmmakers, that I would probably interview in gathering data for my thesis. Ecy’s friend, Dessy, used to work in Metro TV as a reporter and I think she’s now in advertising. Dessy was the one who supplied me with the database. I would also like to thank Dessy for giving the contacts of Nia Dinata, Christine Hakim, Riri Riza, Mira Lesmana, Lola Amaria. And One of my friends, Arya, from Trisakti also contribute in giving me the contact of Komang (comedian, DPR), and Rieke D. Pitaloka. And Danta, a new member of PPMIP, gave me the contact of Garin Nugroho and an Indonesian feminist. So… thanks to all of u… this means so much to me. Well actually I’m not going to contact them that soon, because I still have to get through the comprehensive exam and thesis proposal defense. I haven’t even chosen what films to analyze. I just wanna gather the database sooner so that I wouldn’t have to rush when the time comes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, April 13th, Andre came in the afternoon. He wanted to pass his tuition fee for me to be the one to pay it for the coming term. He left for Indonesia last Friday. I was thinking of going back to Indonesia probably by the end of this year, using Air Asia… it’s cheaper and I could travel to Kuala Lumpur and Thailand for few days. That would be a great plan! I’ll just wait for Andre’s testimonial if his trip turns successful or otherwise ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/sunda.JPG" align="left"/&gt; In the evening, I went out with Sandhi for a short while. I went out to print a picture of a woman dancing a Balinese dance, Pendet. I’m going to use that as a pattern for my painting. Anis and I then cooked for dinner, damn good! Sundanese style! Don’t care if others don’t like it that much… but I like it to death hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/balipaint.JPG" align="left"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/black.JPG" align="right"/&gt;Friday evening, April 14th… My friends came over… JJ, Sandhi, Shabun, and Crispy. We ordered Wendys, I ordered side salad, chili rice and iced tea, and I finished it in no time. While the guys were busy playing cards, I was thinking of getting started with my painting. Well… I was able to make it half done. I’ll finish it soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/room.JPG" align="left"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 15th, I stayed home… I woke up 5 pm! damn! I lost all those precious time!!! Then… the revenge comes to play the part. I went out with Anis and JJ. Thought Sandhi and Shabun were still in Plaza Fair for the band practice. They were already out when we arrived. Sooo… we went to Sisval, and boom!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/cards.JPG" align="right"/&gt; All people followed us… so I was there, Anis, JJ, Sandhi, Shabun, Wandy, Ido, Kemal, Tyo, Aang, Seto, Crispy, Aya and Iedo. Most girls were in the room, we watched 3 Indo films. Vina Bilang Cinta, Virgin and Dealova. I’ve actually watched Vina Bilang Cinta once, but I don’t mind watching it for the second time, I like the story and I love Rachel Maryam in that movie. I just looove her style. Virgin, yes… I like the plot, even though that the movie was kinda vulgar, in terms of the script and gestures. but hey… sometimes that’s reality. I have many things in mind to critique on the movie. But I’ll discuss that in my thesis. Dealova? Hmmm sorry… but I don’t seem to like it. I even left the movie and went to North Park. I haven’t actually seen the whole movie, but I’ll try, next time. That night, I ate Mc Donald’s rice + fish fillet + coke and few hours later I ordered North Park’s NS9, noodle- nanking beef + shrimp dumpling. Yummy… it tasted like mie pangsit. Went home around 5 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, April 16th, I woke up noon, went online for quite a while. Then went to Cartimart, to buy the food for my lovely lovebirds. And guess what… here is the interesting part. I took a taxi going to Cartimart, told the taxi driver to take me to the block where the animal shops are. I asked him if he could wait for me, I’ll just buy the food for my lovebirds, and then take me back home. Then he said, “do you have love birds?” I answered “yes”. He said he has 4, and I said “same, me too”. He said the colors are a pair of blue and another is green, and I said “mine too”. He said he has a parrot, I said “ how much did u buy it for? I’ve asked in Cartimart and it’s way too expensive: P15.000.”. He said, he got it from his province, Ilocos, I said, “can I buy the bird? How much?”. He doesn’t want to sell it! Hahahaha… then I asked him, “do you know anywhere I could buy a monkey?”. He then immediately said that, there are lots in his province. I was really really really excited, and asked how much would a baby monkey cost? He said “around P5000”. Not bad man, I agreed!!! I exchanged phone numbers with him. because he would get one for me. I asked him if the monkeys are endangered species, and he said “No”. I should believe him, because I really want to own a monkey. I still want to negotiate the price, though. He is kind enough, and oh! he found out that I’m not a Filipina, because of my slang Tagalog. It’s either people think I’m a balikbayan, coming from the US, or I’m a Visayan hahaha…  anyways, I’ll be waiting for his text message one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/2dances.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/billiard.JPG" align="left"/&gt; Had a dance practice as usual. Had a meeting right after, because Niar wanted to give us briefing regarding our up coming trip to Santiago City, Isabela. Heris and Sendria were kind enough to host a dinner in their house @ Makati Prime Tower, room 900, Kalayaan Avenue. Me, Anis, JJ, Sandhi, Seto, Takur, Lalai, Crispy, Danta and the owner of the house, Heris and Sendria. Soto Ayam and Perkedel! Extralicious!!! Too bad they are going back home to Indo this coming Thursday. Hope we can meet again in the near future. Take Care guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/t4sendria.JPG" align"right"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! I really like this quote, sent via sms by one of my friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Faling down doesn't make a person a failure! But staying down does... so always remember that no one is perfect! And when you fall so hard... Just bounce back higher!!!" &lt;/strong&gt;I always love words of encouragement. I'll keep that in Mind =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114525441963508209?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114525441963508209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114525441963508209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114525441963508209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114525441963508209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/04/mid-april-weekend.html' title='Mid aPRiL wEeKeNd'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114478235928284781</id><published>2006-04-12T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T04:28:36.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MuSic 21 PlaZa aNd IcE AgE 2: The Meltdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/m21rame2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up: Clockwise- &lt;em&gt;Nelmer, Niar, Reyda, Nancy, Shabun, Tyo, Kemal, Aang, Andre, Sari &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: &lt;em&gt;Andre, Sari &amp; Sandhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/sarising.JPG" align="left" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, singing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, April 10th evening, I was just planning to spend time chatting in YM with my “friendly friends”. But suddenly @ around 11.30pm, Sandhi asked me out to Malate, along with Niar, and her friend, Nelmer. Said the others are going to be there too. Hmm... good idea, I’ve been waiting to go out with some friends anytime this week, because I have one week holiday from work, my boss is now in Japan and she’ll be back Monday, April 17th. It’s also holly week, so the office is closed. Then they came to my house to fetch me, and we headed towards Malate. Sandhi said that some peeps were also there, and that we’ll join their gimmick. And guess what ladies and gentlemen??!! as soon as we arrived, they had already left, they are all on their way home. Damn, thought it wouldn’t be that fun if we were only 4. But I was too excited to go just anywhere rather than to go home. (Hello? who would want to go home?). so we decided to go to Music 21 Plaza, karaoke bar somewhere in Jupiter st., Makati. On our way there, Sandhi and I were convincing the others to join. And luckily, they followed us. We were 11, me, Sandhi, Niar, Nelmer, Andre, Aang, Kemal, Tyo, Shabun, Nancy and Reyda. Sure we had fun, we stayed like 1 am until 4 am. I got to practice singing.. uhm… this might be my other undiscovered hobby else than… you know… dancing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, April 12th, I made an article for Swara Pendidikan (A bulletin of the Attaché of Education and Cultural Affairs, Indonesian Embassy in Manila). I have submitted the article thru email to Niar of Atdiknas. I hope that I can be a permanent contributor for the bulletin. For January to March edition, I wrote about online journal or blog. Over my article, I am convincing people to start blogging. Because I am personally gaining more satisfactions through writing about my daily lives in my blog. Blogging is also a means of communication to share our feelings or opinions to others, and that others can react to it. On the next edition, I want to contribute writing about Leadership Skill and Career Building seminar. I can see that this is a great chance to develop my writing skills, a stepping stone to be a good writer or maybe… a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/merge.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left: &lt;em&gt;Sari &amp;amp; Sendria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right: &lt;em&gt;Sari, Sendria and Heris at the back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/iceage2.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/sari.JPG" align="right" /&gt; In the evening, Sandhi fetched me @ around 10 pm and we watched Ice age 2: The Meltdown along with Sendria and Heris…had Burger King for midnight dinner. I bought whopper jr. kid meal to get the nutty scrat toy hehehe... After we wached the movie, we played in Timezone for a while, and on the way home, we were discussing about plans to go to Market Market in Fort Bonifacio and hang out in Heris and Sendria’s place, sometime this coming weekend. I’m planning to ask Sendria to teach me cook some of her best recipes. I found Heris and Sendria very nice. Oh by the way, Sendria and Heris came here to the Philippines, for Heris’s eyes treatment. Aight then, till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114478235928284781?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114478235928284781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114478235928284781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114478235928284781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114478235928284781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/04/music-21-plaza-and-ice-age-2-meltdown.html' title='MuSic 21 PlaZa aNd IcE AgE 2: The Meltdown'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114468420996577571</id><published>2006-04-10T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:50:09.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Skill and Career Building Seminar</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/banner2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/sari1.JPG" align="left" /&gt; At last, after what we’ve worked for so hard, the past few weeks turned in to a reality. PPMIP (Indonesian Students Association in the Philippines) Makati and Manila Chapter presented the Leadership Skill and Career Building seminar yesterday, Sunday, April 9 2006 @ the Indonesian Embassy in Manila. The head Coordinator of the seminar was Aditya Prakoso (Tyo). The committee consisted of 20 of us, a coalition of Makati and Manila chapter members. I, myself was assigned to be the public relation officer of the seminar. I guess that’s what a communication student does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/rame2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leadership skill and Career Building seminar Committees &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speakers of the seminars were:&lt;br /&gt;- Hendy Widjaja, of Asian Development Bank, he discussed about Career Management&lt;br /&gt;- Nicasio F. Rollan III, of Ateneo de Manila Graduate School of Business, he discussed about Leadership&lt;br /&gt;- Alex Trajano, of De La Salle University, he discussed about Entrepreneurship&lt;br /&gt;- Cora Llamas, of JobsDB, she discussed about career opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/lbbaguio.JPG" align="center" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up: &lt;em&gt;Me &amp; PPMIP Los Banos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: &lt;em&gt;Me and PPMIP Baguio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seminar was attended by Prof. Irsan Tandjung, the Ambassador of Indonesia for the republic of the Philippines. Mr. Mahmudin, the Attaché of Education and Cultural Affairs of Indonesian Embassy and around 100+ participants also joined the seminar. The participants consist of mainly Indonesian Students from all PPMIP chapters, namely: Makati, Manila, Quezon City, Tagaytay, Silang, Los Banos, and Baguio. Attendees were also Homestaffs of the Indonesian Embassy, and also some Filipino invitees. The seminar was free and participants got free snack, lunch and a certificate. It started at 9am and ended up 4pm. It went pretty smooth and I am definite that this seminar enlightened all of us on how to be a good leader and how to do career management. I’m personally impressed with the 2nd speaker, Nicasio F. Rollan III for his lecture about Leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/guyzgurlz.JPG"/&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: &lt;em&gt;Me, Felix, Tyo &amp;amp; Rizki&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right: &lt;em&gt;Me, Butet, Iedo, Mutty, Anis &amp;amp; Aya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations for all the committees of the seminar, we just did it…!!! Now, lets prepare for another new coming activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114468420996577571?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114468420996577571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114468420996577571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114468420996577571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114468420996577571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/04/leadership-skill-and-career-building_10.html' title='Leadership Skill and Career Building Seminar'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114467908570689497</id><published>2006-04-10T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:02:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThAnK yOu Ms. AbAntO…</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/coursecard.JPG" align="left"/&gt; I just went to school this afternoon to meet Ms. Agnes and get my course card in Media Research and Thesis Proposal Writing class taught by &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Flordeliz Abanto. &lt;/strong&gt;I got a 3.5, which is the highest grade that I could get in the course. I was able to get it several times already. But, for this class, I didn’t really expect it, but I did try my best to do it, and consult her every after class. I’m glad when she told me that I was hardworking and I performed well. Thank you Ms. Abanto, you’ve helped me a lot and that you are like a ray of light when I thought that I couldn’t get through this class. I have also learned from her that the biggest fear of all is the fear itself that we have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that this class is really a crucial one, because I would know whether my thesis proposal topic would be doable. It is &lt;strong&gt;“A Textual Analysis on the Portrayal of Indonesian Women in Indonesian Films, (During and Post Megawati Soekarnoputri’s Period 2001-2006)”. &lt;/strong&gt;Moreover, I would only deal with thesis writing of that topic for the rest of the course after the comprehensive exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are reading this, I want you to know how much I really appreciate your guidance throughout the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy summer in Cebu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, I’m happy that I was able to manage my time very well, doing school assignments, work, my activities in PPMIP (the Indonesian Students Association in the Philippines), doing house chores, and even doing my hobbies, like chatting and blogging. Above all, I want to thank my family, and God, Allah S.W.T. for giving me the strength. (did I just win an Oscar? I sounded like one ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember my motto in life: “Do your best, and God will do the rest”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114467908570689497?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114467908570689497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114467908570689497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114467908570689497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114467908570689497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/04/thank-you-ms-abanto.html' title='ThAnK yOu Ms. AbAntO…'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114435204737687601</id><published>2006-04-07T03:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T10:21:07.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pAkEt dAri BaYu di JePaNg... aRigAtO nE!...</title><content type='html'>Huah... Hari kemaren Rabu kan gue sengaja cuti buat ngerjain tugas seharian ceritanya... ehhh malah begadang malem selasanya. Chatting, ngisi blog, friendster, dll... sampe pagi. Tidur lah tuh gue pas Rabu pagi jam 11an siang en trus bangun jam 2. Setelah bangun, masih sempet2nya pulak chatting lg sama orang2 di yahoo messenger... dasarrr!!! akhirnya SKS lagi deh tuh ngerjain tugas, alias sistem kebut semalam. Ngerjain tugas, bikin theoretical framework sampe pusing... yah.. akhirnya sampe Kamis pagi deh... trus udah harus berangkat kerja jam 10an gtu... ya akhirnya tanpa tidur sama sekali, gue cabut ke kantor. Ishhh nguuuantuknya minta ampun... tp masih kuat, untung ga pingsan hehehe... masih di ajak bikin voice promt buat Access Plus pulak sama Cheryll dari marketing department. Yah... ngantuk2 akhirnya gue jalanin juga... seru juga sih... lumayan, cabut dari meja, biar ga ngantuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/paket4.JPG" align="left" /&gt;Pas pulang ke rumah, WAHHH... tadinya ngantuk banget, tiba2 jadi seger lagi deh tuh gue... ada kiriman dr salah satu klien gue di Jepang, satu2nya yang manggil gue "Saridon". Kiriman dari Bayu dah sampe... tukeran sama T-shirt Hardrock Cafe Philippines... asiiik... kaya yg loe pesenin tuh bay, gue foto dulu box-nya sebelum di buka hehehe... trus pas udah gue buka juga gue foto lagi... tapinya gue tata dulu dong pastinya... asiiik... kirim2in lagi dong bay, tar gue masukin blog lagi.... Hihihihihi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 239px" height="256" src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/kimono.JPG" width="360" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pake kimono, gayanya kudu ala Jepang juga doong! hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/sendal.JPG" align="left" /&gt; Trus gue nyoba2 make kimononya... astagah... ribet juga yah?! gue sampe di bantuin Anis makenya... bener gak tuh Bay, makenya??? hihihi... trus... bakiak jepangnya lucu bangettt... aduh... lengkap deh hari gue... dapet kiriman hihihi... jadi foto sana foto sini... sampe Jum'at pagi gini gue blom juga tidur... astaga, kuat begadang bgt ya gue??? bela2in ngisi blog nih... abis seneng banget, dapet kimono (hmm mau gue pake kmana ya?), bakiak jepang &amp;amp; coklat banyak yg macem2 rasa... bener juga yah kata loe... loe emang beli yg aneh2... hihihi... oh iya, thanks juga buat 7 spices/ shichimi yang gue pesen itu itu... iya, bener yg itu yg gue mau... Thanks buanget deh buat Bayu.. gue mau bobo dulu ah... daghhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114435204737687601?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114435204737687601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114435204737687601' title='79 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114435204737687601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114435204737687601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/04/paket-dari-bayu-di-jepang-arigato-ne.html' title='pAkEt dAri BaYu di JePaNg... aRigAtO nE!...'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>79</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114435031621652161</id><published>2006-04-07T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T03:05:16.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MaSa kAta oRaNg... GwE BaNci Foto sEeEhhH??? yAng BeNeR aJaH... MaSa SicHhh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/bancifoto.JPG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photos taken by:-----&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Nobody's @ home ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iseeennnggg... waktu mau brangkat ke kampus, udah mandi, udah halum... foto2 dulu deh sebelum berangkat... itu kamera gue taro di atas TV dan gue pasang automatic. Hihihi... jadi kepengen malu sayah... EGP weeekkksss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114435031621652161?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114435031621652161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114435031621652161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114435031621652161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114435031621652161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/04/masa-kata-orang-gwe-banci-foto-seeehhh.html' title='MaSa kAta oRaNg... GwE BaNci Foto sEeEhhH??? yAng BeNeR aJaH... MaSa SicHhh?'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114418790887370297</id><published>2006-04-05T05:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T06:30:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POWER OF LOSING CONTROL  Finding Strength, Meaning and Happiness in  an Out-of-Control World</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/1592400485L.jpg" align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Author: Joe Caruso&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought this book, in National Book Store Megamall Yesterday, Tuesday April 4th 2006. I went there right after work, coz I was assigned to buy seminar supplies such as name tags, art paper for the certificates, and pencils. Then I came across books on sale... so I didn't give a second thought to see all the books displayed. This book caught my eyes, I just read the front, back cover and glanced at the introduction. I immediately decide to buy it. Real definite that this book will give me some good insights about life. I'll submit my revised thesis proposal today, so thought of buying it to fill up my summer vacation from school with reading, reading and reading. Haven't read the book yet, but you might also be interested, here is an introduction about the book from www.penguin.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“When we learn to stop wasting our precious energy on what we can’t control, we can begin to discover the power of losing control.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of eighteen, Joe Caruso was diagnosed with testicular cancer. Certain that he was living on borrowed time, he embarked on a quest to understand the meaning of life, which led to the discovery of timeless truths about our spiritual and emotional lives. In &lt;strong&gt;The Power of Losing Control&lt;/strong&gt;, he shares the insights that helped him not only to survive, but also to become an internationally acclaimed speaker whose seminars have literally transformed people’s lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caruso takes readers step-by-step through amazing techniques and strategies that show us how to stop wasting valuable time and energy, trust in something greater than ourselves, and embrace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I will read this book as soon as I'm done with my top priorities. And next, I will also start to paint again. I'm sure that my canvas, my oil colours, my palette and my paint brushes are waiting for me to use 'em. Haven't been painting for such a long time. For me, it's just the right way to relax my mind, else than blogging, chatting, dancing and sleeping... hehehe...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thinking of having a vacation out of town, maybe to Santiago City, Isabela, somewhere in the North of the Philippines. I hope Niar will not change her mind to let me join, and I hope Takeuchi San will allow me to take 1 week vacation leave from work. I promise, I will do lots of overtime at work, before and after my VL, no matter what. Because she is kind enough to decrease my target for this month. And I will not waste this chance.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight... all of the above would be my Summer's Resolution, instead of "New Year's Resolution". So much things need to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114418790887370297?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114418790887370297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114418790887370297' title='77 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114418790887370297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114418790887370297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/04/power-of-losing-control-fi_114418790887370297.html' title='THE POWER OF LOSING CONTROL &lt;br&gt; Finding Strength, Meaning and Happiness in &lt;br&gt; an Out-of-Control World'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>77</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114399483823206540</id><published>2006-04-03T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T04:58:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aPRiL FoOL… I wAs aBoUt tO hAvE a BoYfRiEnD AnD a HuSbANd PeRHaPs… aNd sEaSidE aGaiN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, April 1&lt;/strong&gt;, I was supposed to make all of my work done, regarding the “Leadership Skill and Career Building’ seminar’s invitation that I need to send to all PPMIP Chapters. But as Anis was busy her self using the PC doing the jobs assigned to her, making Banner, Poster, Certificate and Name tags, I had to postpone my own assignment. So it was already late in afternoon when I went online and started to send invitations thru email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/zzz...felix.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victim # 1: FELIX&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly &lt;strong&gt;Felix &lt;/strong&gt;PM me… saying that too bad I didn’t join last night’s gimmick hehehe… so then we talked about school, etc. at the same time, I was chatting with one of my friends, MC, a Filipina, she used to study in Gandhi- Jakarta. I was about to get fooled when she told me that she was a bisexual, and that she liked me. I was like… uhmmm… but then I realized that.. it’s April 1…!!! Hahaha… too bad her trick didn’t flow that smooth. So I suddenly had this idea to fool Felix… the point is that I told him that I liked him… and that I wanna be his girlfriend. Then he asked, “since when?” right after, he called me in no time, just to make sure that I was really the one who chatted with him. Worried that JJ or Anis were the ones who fooled him. So we talked over the phone… and I asked him again if I could be his GF, and he said, “ yeah that’s possible, since when did you like me, Sar?” (in a serious tone) I burst out in laughter… and told him “HAPPY APRIL FOOL’S DAY FELIX… hahahaha….” Hmm I was satisfied with my trick… Sorry yah lix… hihihi… then after all that foolishness, we talked about work, visa, etc. Before we ended up the conversation, I apologized to him, but I regret when I told him that it was April Fool… bcoz if I didn’t, I would already have a boyfriend by now. Hahaha… just kidding. I told Felix that it’ll be my first time in a life time to ask a guy out. Hahaha… it might also be the first and the last. You can see our YM personal message in the comments section. I already asked his permission to post it… so just take a look at it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/alwi.jpg" align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Victim # 2: ALWI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes &lt;strong&gt;Alwi&lt;/strong&gt;… my ultimate chatmate.. this is even worse.. I PM him… and out of nowhere… I told him that “I wanna marry you”, then he was silent for few minutes, so I had to wake him up hehehe… bet he was kinda shocked when I told him that… he even tried to change topics… but I insisted him to discuss it.. and he minds, because he said that “this is not a kind of thing I discuss over messenger”… but I still want him to let us discuss it over. He also asked if I have a webcam, but fortunately I don’t hehehe… he said he wanted to see my eyes.. to make sure I’m sober. After some conversations… it goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;om_alwi:&lt;/strong&gt; ancrot tanggal satu april :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sari_ayank:&lt;/strong&gt; HUAHUAHUAHUAHUHAHAUHUAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sari_ayank:&lt;/strong&gt; GOTCHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha…. I gottcha Alwi… haduh haduh.. sorry.. (mudah2an aku ngga kualat sama orang tua hahaha…) so… for details, just see our long conversations in the comments section. I also asked Alwi’s permission to post our conversation here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want one of them to come to me one day and sue me for posting that personal message over my Blog HA… HA… HA… I’m so happy today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/sari22.JPG" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday evening,&lt;/strong&gt; Sandhi texted me if I would like to watch Ice Age 2, I agreed, but told him that I have to finish my work first. I had some problems attaching the file in hotmail. So it took me several hours to get it done. I uninstalled instafinder, which turned out to be the cause of the problem. I finished sending the invitations at around 1030 in the evening. And Ice Age 2 is already showing. So I called Sandhi and told him to just cancel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/seaside33.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;up-left corner: Seaside, inside that is a market&lt;br /&gt;up-right corner: Robbie's Seafood Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-left corner: Inside the Market&lt;br /&gt;Bottom-right corner: Me holding a shrimp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I told him that Anis, JJ and I are planning to go to Seaside this midnight. So he agreed and he’ll just see us there. Andri Crispy and Seto fetched us in Mervin, so the 5 of us went to Seaside all together. As soon as we arrived, the market was almost closed. But we were still on time to buy oysters, shrimps, tilapia fish, squids, and scallops 1kg each. So then when asked the waiter to cook them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/foods33.JPG'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right-bottom pic is my plateful dinner... I actually ate more than that hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose to stay outdoor. And as you can see in the pictures… those are all the foods that we ate…. I felt like 8 months pregnant this time, because I don’t want to occupy my whole tummy with what I eat, otherwise I’ll feel like 9 months pregnant and that will make me having a hard time to walk.When we’re done eating, and I was about to enter the restaurant to wash my hands, Sandhi and Niar came, just to meet us and have a little chit-chat. Took some more pictures and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/all22.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sari, Anis, JJ, Andri, Seto, Sandhi and Niar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t go right away to bed, instead I went online and I stayed until 2 PM on Sunday, the next day. I was busy doing bulletin boards in friendster. So after that, I slept for a few hours, took a bath, had dinner… then Andri Crispy dropped by to my house after he played badminton, he planned to see the poster for our seminar. I was also texting with Aang and here I am again. I was supposed to resend some more invitations and look for some readings for my theoretical framework. But instead, I’m now writing my blog. But hey… I’ll still be responsible in doing my assignments. I’ll do it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114399483823206540?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114399483823206540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114399483823206540' title='86 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114399483823206540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114399483823206540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-fool-i-was-about-to-have.html' title='aPRiL FoOL… I wAs aBoUt tO hAvE a BoYfRiEnD AnD a HuSbANd PeRHaPs… aNd sEaSidE aGaiN...'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>86</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114399392032536444</id><published>2006-04-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T04:16:03.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TaKeUcHi sAn’s BiRtHdAy aNd  MaTroShka fRoM cOcO</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/team.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up: &lt;em&gt;Fernando, Sari, Takeuchi San, Mami Nan, Thao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down: &lt;em&gt;Sari &amp; Takeuchi San&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again. My boss, Takeuchi San had her Birthday last Thursday, March 16th. I didn’t know that it was her birthday until most of the people in the office greeted her. Her birthday was not posted in the announcement board. So I just greeted her that day, coz I don’t have anything to give her, not even a single card. So on the next week, which was on Tuesday, I decided to go to Megamall before work, to buy her something. I went to Marks and Spencer and bought her M&amp;S hand &amp;amp; body lotion and talc. I gave it to her as soon as I arrived in the office on Tuesday. Well, she seems to like it. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/cake2.JPG"/&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Cake and the Birthday Woman &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then arranged to make a small gathering and have lunch together for her celebration, the week after. The lunch was planned to be held on Friday March 24th, but for some reasons, it was postponed to Saturday March 25th. Thank God, so that I could join. Because I filed a VL on Thursday, to make my school work, I decided to make it up on Saturday. So… right timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday March 25th, the group planned to give a B’day gift, so I, together with Mami Nan, Jurai and Namthip went to Megamall to buy red wine &amp;amp; cookies in Marks and Spencer. We then headed towards Podium and then had lunch in Banana Leaf. The group was incomplete. We are actually 11 in the foreign group but only 7 of us attended. Mami Nansoe (Myanmar), Thao(Vietnam), Jurai, Namthip (Thailand), and Me, JJ, Fernando (Indonesia). I’m not that aware of whose idea was it to set up this lunch… but one thing is for sure, each one of us agreed to shoulder the expenses equally. So we had ruti canai. tom yam kung, sate ayam, mie goreng, for lunch. We then light the candle on the cake that JJ bought and ate the mango cake for dessert. It turned out that she grabbed the bill from the waiter. So… Takeuchi San paid for everything!!! Hahaha… we were happy, but on the other side, we feel ashamed hehehe.. but that’s ok, at least everything went well. I felt like 9 months pregnant, because I suddenly felt so big and heavy hehehe… coz that was Indonesian food, but It was not even close to the real traditional Indonesian taste. But that’s still food, and I eat food. Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/coco.JPG" align= "left"/&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matroshka from Coco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt; Next is that…sometime last week, I got Matroshka from Coco in Kiev. He sent it via Ibu Alex, the wife of the Ambassador of Indonesia in Kiev, Ukraine. Hmm… Thanks yah Co… Then I asked Coco if he wants anything from Manila, and said he wants OPM CD.. so.. I might look for OPM CD one of these days… (kesian bgt deh loe Co, kangen bgt sama Manila ya? Hahaha). Hmm but I still doubt if I can ask Ibu Alex to give the CD to Coco tho… well lets see later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114399392032536444?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114399392032536444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114399392032536444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114399392032536444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114399392032536444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/04/takeuchi-sans-birthday-and-matroshka.html' title='TaKeUcHi sAn’s BiRtHdAy aNd &lt;br&gt; MaTroShka fRoM cOcO'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114349574528953604</id><published>2006-03-28T05:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:13:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FiRsT 15 tEsTiMoNiaLs...</title><content type='html'>Got this from friendster... it's kinda cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your page and list the first fifteen people who have commented you. If someone has commented twice, skip to the next new commenter. (only real people, not groups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(according to date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dhini................... 9. Enda&lt;br /&gt;2. Dita ...................10. Coco&lt;br /&gt;3. Mutty................11. Cindy&lt;br /&gt;4. Helda................ 12. Bima&lt;br /&gt;5. Anis................... 13. Cita&lt;br /&gt;6. Jackie................ 14. Joe&lt;br /&gt;7. Sandhi............... 15. Diani&lt;br /&gt;8. Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed 4?&lt;br /&gt;- Helda… yeah.. cipika cipiki…/ beso-beso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best memories you have of 10?&lt;br /&gt;- Coco… working together in Siemens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you friends with 9?&lt;br /&gt;- Enda… she’s the niece of one of my close friends in Manila, Maria, I knew enda thru her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you're gonna see 6?&lt;br /&gt;- Jackie… soon, after my final week in school… hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell something juicy about number 15:&lt;br /&gt;- Diani… hahaha she was/ is a party girl…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about 8?&lt;br /&gt;- Michael… oops I don’t know him that much… just met him thru friendster…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 1 attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- Dhini… she’s a “she”…! she’s like a little sister to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first impression of 7?&lt;br /&gt;- Sandhi… uhm… uhm…nice and kind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 3?&lt;br /&gt;- Mutty… I met her here in Manila, coz just like my dad, her mom was also assigned to work in the Indonesian Embassy, Manila. We were neighbors…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 13 could kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;- Cita… hahaha… unless she is out of her mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 11 your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Cindy… my best friend in text I guess… we don’t meet each other that often, but we always keep in touch thru text messages… she’s so sweet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 12 naked?&lt;br /&gt;- Bima… Huahahaha…. damn! How I wish! Oops.. sorry beams… just kidding! peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has number 7 seen you naked?&lt;br /&gt;- Sandhi… of course not! Pheeew….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever kiss 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Anis… yeah! I usually kiss her on the cheeks… she’s my sister… hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 2 has a crush on you?&lt;br /&gt;- Dita… again, she’s a “she”… I would faint if she has a crush on me… hahaha… love u sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you spend the most time with?&lt;br /&gt;- Anis… we live under the same roof… my sis, my housemate, my schoolmate, my classmate… hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you did with 1?&lt;br /&gt;- Dhini… had a dance practice in the Indonesian Embassy last Sunday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hung out with 2 outside of school?&lt;br /&gt;- Dita… we were not schoolmates, but I often hung out with her when she was still here in Manila…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to 3's house?&lt;br /&gt;- Mutty… definitely… she used to be my neighbor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know 4?&lt;br /&gt;- Helda… she was my senior in junior high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept with 5?&lt;br /&gt;- Anis... every day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 6 is sexy?&lt;br /&gt;- Jackie… yeah! She is chubby but sexy and attractive… guys just line up for her hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked 7?&lt;br /&gt;- Sandhi… hmm tricky question huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the last place you went with 8?&lt;br /&gt;- Michael… again, not close…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you real close to 9?&lt;br /&gt;- Enda… Not really, I just met her few times, when she had a vacation here in Manila…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of relationship do you have with 10?&lt;br /&gt;- Coco… my former officemate and present friend. He’s a good…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed 11?&lt;br /&gt;- Cindy… beso-beso… / cipika cipiki…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the movies with 12?&lt;br /&gt;- Bima… Yup, once... when I had my vacation in Jakarta… we went to Citos, watched movie (hiks! I forgot what it was) and spent time having some coffee in sturbucks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotton in trouble with 13?&lt;br /&gt;- Cita… nope, don’t think so… I didn’t spend that much time with her in high school…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever make a move on 14?&lt;br /&gt;- Joe… he’s such a huge baby boy to me… hehehe… miss u joe! Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you and 15 talk about the most.?- Diani… relationships…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***This survey is suchha kick ass!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114349574528953604?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114349574528953604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114349574528953604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114349574528953604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114349574528953604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-15-testimonials_114349574528953604.html' title='FiRsT 15 tEsTiMoNiaLs...'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114295594299276123</id><published>2006-03-21T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:55:39.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cHaNdRa'S B'dAy cELeBrAtiON aNd eTc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/1600/DSC08630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/400/DSC08630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday evening, went to Pak Budiarto’s house(of Citra), for the celebration of Chandra’s birthday. Bought a cake from Becky’s kitchen. Arrived there around 8pm. chatted a little with some people there… then ate dinner. Soto ayam, perkedel, sate ayam, ox tongue, and lasagna… I just LOOOVE the lasagna. Perfecto! Arrived home at around 4am… then directly land myself on the land of dreams…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/DSC08668.JPG" width="30%" align="right," size="30%, border=" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/DSC08685.JPG" width="30%" align="right," size="30%," /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/DSC08675.JPG" width="30%" align="right," size="30%," /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, woke up around 11 am, went online for a while, then prepared myself and headed towards the embassy. Anis and I joined the Angklung class for the first time, it was quite fun… just for another experience…who knows I’ll have the chance to perform someday. Then proceeded with the dance practice. Ate in Tokyo Tokyo with Anis, JJ, Sandhi and Seto right after, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday? Got my ass back to work… My boss, Takeuchi san, just came back from Vietnam. She gave me a floral green pouch. Coco called in the evening, just for a little chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today? One of my clients in Japan, Uya called to my landline in the morning, while I’m doing another attempt making pisang goreng. Oh well, it’s getting better…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! I already got names for 4 of my lovebirds… I’ll have it posted next… along with their close-up pictures… that’s going to be cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghh!!! I just edited the pictures manually... "Hello" and "blogger" just didn't work! so I had to upload it first in geocities, then put the link on edit post. Just looking at the HTML codes gave me a headache. Oh! I forgot! think positive, at least I got to practice editing HTML codes, a subject that I took in my Online News Pubslishing class... I also glanced at webmonkey. It helped a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114295594299276123?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114295594299276123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114295594299276123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114295594299276123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114295594299276123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/03/chandras-bday-celebration-and-etc.html' title='cHaNdRa&apos;S B&apos;dAy cELeBrAtiON aNd eTc...'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114267937631545803</id><published>2006-03-18T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:38:06.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sEa SidE aNd… PisANg gOrEnG gWe gAtOT…!!! (gagal total)</title><content type='html'>It’s my day off from work, every Fridays… so I went to the Indonesian Embassy, to get some amount of money (YES!!! The car has already been sold the other Friday) that I kept in Tante Offing’s house. Went to Standart Chartered then deposit the money… I went online for few minutes there, checked my email, and friendster. Went to the post office to mail the hardrock t-shirt for one of my clients in Japan, then went to Sykes Burgundy to claim my Certificate of Employment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home, then rest for around 30 minutes, dressed up for class, had class at 6 pm. Ms. Abanto helped each one of us with the structure of our proposal… hmmm I got myself pretty clear now, with what I’m going to do for thesis… I hope everything will work as planned. Gotta submit some parts of the paper next Friday… whoaaa… I better start working on it A.S.A.P!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, we (Me, Anis, JJ and Andri) went to Sea Side, that’s somewhere in Macapagal Boulevard. My sister’s friend, Sandra, told her that we can eat seafood to death… and the price is also reasonable. The exciting part is our experience to get to choose our own sea food in the market right there (there is even “tiangge”), so we bought 1kg of oyster, 1 kg of scallops, 1 kg of tilapia fish, and 1 kg of shrimps. The restaurants along Sea Side have this cooking service, so there’ll be a cooking charge aside from the seafood we’ve paid for. Hmm… I really like the style… we asked them to bake the oyster, fry the tilapia fish, sauté and buttered the shrimps and scallops (with chili sauce). Yeah… we really ate seafood to death! We were all satisfied with their servings. Great dinner! Went home then zzz… (sorry, no pics, coz i wasn't prepared with my camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/1600/DSC08608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/320/DSC08608.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, Saturday March 18, I woke up 5.30 in the morning, had Subuh prayer, then did house chores, as usual. Went to the grocery with Anis. As soon as I arrived home, I started to do an experiment… of making pisang goreng (fried banana w/ flour). It was honestly my first time to make one…(mau ngikutin Ido ceritanya). Something went wrong, the mix wasn’t thick enough. So you can tell by the picture! Hahaha… it looks like “telor ceplok” huhuhu… Anis even added some more flour, but it didn’t change that much! Hahaha… some was even overcooked, because I was chatting with Alwi, while frying… (Al, tanggung jawab!!!) hahaha… but the taste wasn’t that bad, I added butter, chocolate and cheese on top of it. =) hmmm I'm actually used to multi-tasking, frying while chatting while texting while washing my clothes.... (just like what I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/1600/DSC08614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/320/DSC08614.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After making pisang goreng, then I suddenly had this idea of wanting a pet. I then asked Anis to accompany me to Cartimart to look for something cute. Hehehe… we then decided to buy 2 pairs of lovebirds. A pair of blue + white + grey fur, and the other pair is green + yellow fur. I even bought some accessories for their cage… I was actually thinking of having a cat, but my apartment where I'm living now, just won’t accommodate pet such cats. I live in the 3rd floor… no garden, I only have a back terrace where i can put the cage for my love birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, till the next post, I’m going to take a bath now… I’m going to Valleverde, Chandra’s place, for his B’day party. Ciao for now. bUbByE…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114267937631545803?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114267937631545803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114267937631545803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114267937631545803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114267937631545803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/03/sea-side-and-pisang-goreng-gwe-gatot.html' title='sEa SidE aNd… PisANg gOrEnG gWe gAtOT…!!! (gagal total)'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114238407764479093</id><published>2006-03-15T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:09:59.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SiEmENs rEuNiOn &amp; SiSvAL 314</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/1600/sari.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/400/sari.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sari, Arvie, Kim and Gear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a wonderful weekend. I woke up Saturday morning, did house chores, I washed the dishes, ironed my clothes etc. Then the moment that I have been waiting for, happened Saturday night at 7.30 pm @ Giligan. (That’s the place where we once had a Siemens teambuilding). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/1600/siemens.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/400/siemens.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Gear, Sari, Cleng, Jen, Obb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Jen,Gear, Kim, Obb, Sari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obb and Jen were the ones who organized this reunion. It was such a brilliant idea since we haven’t met each other for almost a year. We had a great dinner. Not all of the Siemens team attended, those who were there: Me, Gear, Obb w/ her bf, Cleng with her bf, Jen w/ her bf, Tim w/ his wife, Arvie, Kim and Zeekee. We were only 13, too bad the others couldn’t join, but who knows, we are going to make another one happen in the future. And oh! I met Dairen, our chief when I joined the Pep Squad in College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/1600/sisval2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/400/sisval2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anis, Sari, Ido, Reyda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Middle:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sari &amp; Anis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sari (picture taken by Anton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/1600/DSC08503.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6121/662/400/DSC08503.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ido, Anis, Sari, Butet, Aya, Reyda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reunion finished at around 12 midnight, so I went right away to Sisval. Wherein I heard that there’ll be a meeting. (psssttt.. I got lost on my way there! Damn! I’ve lived here in Manila for more than 6 years and I still got lost in Washington!!! How could that happen???)  Yeah! Of course I was too late to join the meeting.. which was probably about a drama that we, PPMIP ( Persatuan Pelajar dan Mahasiswa Indonesia di Philippines) are planning to make for the commemoration of the Indonesian Independence day this coming August or the meeting might be about a seminar of career opportunities and leadership that is going to be held soon. Anyways, I wasn’t so sure if they really had a meeting… It was probably a get together thingy… hahaha… well then, we spent some quality times, the girls were posing for pictures, as if we were a fashion model or something! Then.. Anton played the guitar and we were singing all songs, from Pop to Dangdut. While most of the guys were in Sisval 312 (Andre’s place) playing Pocker. The sun almost rises when I really felt extremely sleepy. So we ended up having an overnight in Iedo’s place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9 in the morning and went home right away. Thought I had enough sleep, so I just went online. Had a dance practice @ Indonesian Embassy, Sunday at 3pm, went to Glorietta to buy Hardrock T-shirt for one of my clients in Japan, coz we are planning to exchange gifts. (Still thinking of a Kimono, that’ll be cute!) Went to Iedo’s place again, just to have dinner in her place… Seto cooked mie goreng of his own style… my tummy was aching because I ate too much! It was all because of Seto! Hehehe… went home then… zzz…zzz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't allow me to upload my pics, so i tried to use my &lt;em&gt;geocities&lt;/em&gt;, it works, but then I discovered that we can upload pics using blogger itself! huh? how could i just realize it now? it is even more convenient. yahoo... now i know... phew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114238407764479093?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114238407764479093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114238407764479093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114238407764479093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114238407764479093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/03/siemens-reunion-sisval-314.html' title='SiEmENs rEuNiOn &amp; SiSvAL 314'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114201821797543580</id><published>2006-03-11T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T03:17:57.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY FiRsT uPdAtE iN 2006</title><content type='html'>Hallerrr people! I’m happy to be back here, updating my blog. Oh yes, it’s been such a long time since I last updated it. (10 months???!!!) Where have I been for the last months? That’s going to be a long story, and it’ll be a waste of time for you to read. Hahaha… *not interesting lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I went through some adjustments in my life. I realized that people are subject to ups and downs. Wherein sleeping for 12 hours a day isn’t enough for me. So… now, I am determined to look at things in a positive way. Inhale the love and goodness and exhale the tears, fears and worries. I really want to start a worry-free life. I want to get things organized and live the life I used to have. Live it to the fullest! You’re right, life is short…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost weight… not to mention that I lost more than 10 kilograms!!! It was effortless… I just lost my appetite… when I thought something went extremely wrong, then I realized that it was just me who is making it up… else than that, I missed Indonesian foods! I’m tired of eating fast foods almost everyday… Mc Donalds, Jolibee… arrgghh!!! I don’t love it anymore, except for the ice cream or ice craze, I’m still lovin’ it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came to Manila last January 22nd to visit me and Anis, I was so glad that she could make it. Her baggage was overweight and was charged US$100. Hmm.. too bad.. it’s because she brought us lots of Indonesian foods, some are from my neighbors in Indonesia. Tante Pospos made us ayam cabe ijo, Bu Yusuf gave us rempeyek, Bibi made us beef steak, my relative in Tasik made us gepuk, Bi Idah made us ulen, uhm what else… Mom also brought tempe, ikan peda, ikan jambal, sambel goreng kentang kering, sambel goreng tempe kering, putri salju, chocolate cookies (kaya kue2 lebaran gitu loh) and then… terasi! Mom also brought terasi… she said that it is the most important ingredient. I never knew how to cook something with terasi, but Mom then thought me how. She cooked everything with terasi, like nasi goreng, sayur asem, sayur daun singkong, kredok, and the best is sambel goreng tempe. Ohhh I love it to death… And one more, ikan peda! never thought that I would miss those foods so muuuch! I remembered those times when I don’t value the foods served at home and wanting fast foods instead. Now I know, nothing beats Bibi’s cookings… hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a blast spending my time with Mom. We spent quality times together, read Yaasin, Mom also wants to ensure my ability in reading Qur’an, went to south spa, her favorite place to relax, went to Manila Bay, we cook together and so many more… the more that I realized, she is the best Mom ever. She supports me all the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/2434/1024/DSC08410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/2434/400/DSC08410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis, Sari, Mom in South Spa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/2434/1024/manila%20bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/2434/400/manila%20bay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sari, Anis and Mom in Manila bay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month seems too short… Mom actually stayed in Manila for one and a half months. But she had to go home because she has lots of invitations waiting, arisan, wedding parties, and that Ade misses her… he misses Mom? I don’t think so… I’m sure that he is waiting for his pasalubong, alias oleh2… coz he has a checklist! Peace de, you know that I love you so much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday, March 4, Anis, JJ and I dropped Mom to the airport. Tante Offing, Tante Gunadi and Tante Heri were also there to accompany Mom to the airport. Good that they were there, so I didn’t really have emotional moments and cry a river when Mom left… hehehe… Mom gave me lots of advices, which I’ll try my best to keep. I’ll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/2434/1024/DSC08432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/2434/400/DSC08432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tante Gunadi, Tante Heri, Sari, Mom, Anis, Tante Offing at the airport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then evening, on the same day, new comers from Unilever, Mas Danny and Mba Itha invited us to their home. It was kinda like a welcome party. The sop buntut was irresistible. Met few new people on that day. It was great. Went to the embassy to have a dance practice on Sunday, a new dance this time.. Tari Merak.. yehey… can’t wait to perform again (?) hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/2434/1024/DSC08442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/58/2434/400/DSC08442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Mas Danny and Mba Itha’s house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About school-- I’m now taking (hopefully) my last class, and the one who teaches is Ms. Flordeliz Abanto. I think she is a great Prof., she is so nice and encourages everybody in class. She is so approachable and I just felt comfortable when she teaches, comparing to the other Professors. I really hope that she would help me throughout the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About work-- after I’m done working in Sykes Asia Inc., I thankfully got another job, in PIMS, a Japanese-owned company. Still an International agent, this time is in sales. I market the product, Access Plus (a rechargeable international calling card) to the Indonesians in Japan. Indonesian singer Krisdayanthi is the endorser of the card and she is the icon. Doing marketing and sales is not that bad at all… well, the pay is so much worth it, specially that I’m just a part-timer. Well, I don’t know until when this can last, but I’m just happy that I got the chance to work in the company. Oh well, but the target is killing me… huhuhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, that’s it for the updates… woohoo it’s a long one. I’ll be sharing some other stories next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114201821797543580?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114201821797543580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114201821797543580' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114201821797543580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114201821797543580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-update-in-2006.html' title='mY FiRsT uPdAtE iN 2006'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-114192751472156337</id><published>2006-03-10T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:05:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My PoOr bLoG</title><content type='html'>Huhuhu... my poor blog... I am so sorry, haven't been making updates on you since decades... well, I was somehow lost!!! I didn't know what I was doing for the past months... but here I am again, hopefully I'll be writting stuff again. This one is actually a test post. I noticed that there is something wrong with my blog. Whoaaa... I hope i can fix it over. Alright then, whoever is reading this, I hope I can come up with something to share at the soonest time possible. Bubbye for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-114192751472156337?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/114192751472156337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=114192751472156337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114192751472156337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/114192751472156337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-poor-blog.html' title='My PoOr bLoG'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-111597597585220220</id><published>2005-05-14T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T11:49:32.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobar mEeTiNg aNd tHaT giFt pAcKaGe</title><content type='html'>Had a meeting with PPMIP buddies last Thursday night at mas Wawan's house. Discussed about the upcoming plan, Nobar 2(Nonton Bareng 2). PPMIP is again planning to screen indo movies. just like what we did last year. It was just a light discussion. And it's still going to be a long way to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the brief meeting, (or should i say during??? coz some were still discussing about Nobar) i had a little chat with ade re our past relationships. hiks... i haven't been talking about that in "decades". It suddenly reminds me of the past. Speaking about relationships, i almost forgot what it means. =) Whether or not the past still resides in my mind, I still don't feel ready to start all over again. The bottom line is that it's not easy to find someone who is sincere and who shares the same value as you do. Especially if the emotional connection just isn't there...      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i arrived home from the meeting, i was surprised to receive a package sent by my senior high-schoolmate, Yuki. (Thanks ya Ki). It was nicely wrapped. He sent me 2 books, which are "Sekuntum Mawar untuk Remaja" by Ust. Jefri Al-Bukhori and "Cambuk Hati" by Dr. Aidh bin Abdullah Al Qarni. I haven't been reading these kinds of readings for such a long time. I've read a few pages and i'll continue reading. I feel much better inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday, i'm at work. And i'm excited to join the team building later. We'll be off from Manila by 3 pm. I'll be spending my weekend in Calamba, Laguna. Hope it'll be a great one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-111597597585220220?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/111597597585220220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=111597597585220220' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111597597585220220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111597597585220220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/05/nobar-meeting-and-that-gift-package.html' title='Nobar mEeTiNg aNd tHaT giFt pAcKaGe'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-111480478055892542</id><published>2005-05-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:14:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoOdy Me, yEt sO mUch tHinGs HavE tO bE dONe</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I last updated my blog. So much things have been going on… good and bad… happy and sad… one thing for sure, I’ll just update this blog with the good and happy stories of mine, on the other hand, I’d rather keep the bad and sad stories on my own. There is no use of putting it here anyways…  lets start, it’s going to be a long story… here we go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/bali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/bali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last April 28th, I, along with teh Maria and Ido performed a Balinese dance, Tari Puspanjali at Zen Garden, in Greenbelt, Makati. We volunteered that dance for a charity dinner. The evening will fund proven art therapy programs to help street children in Manila. Facilitating organizations are the Albert Schweitzer Association Phils. Inc., Childhope Asia Philippines and KNK Philippines. It is a private initiative by a group of volunteers from local and international businesses to help street children. It was quite a good event, wherein some of the street children of the art therapy program also performed some dance and song numbers. There were also some other Asian dances. It was kinda flattering when some other performers admired our dance and costumes.  They were really interested to join our dance troupe. Oh well… I don’t even know myself when the routine dance practice in the embassy will ever start again… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/DSC06979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/DSC06979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after, April 29th, I joined the team dinner at Giligan’s Island Restaurant. It was a celebration for what the team has accomplished for the past 2 months. There were games, and lots of giveaway prizes. Got a prize for working on the bulletin board. Cool… decided to go to V bar with my Thai officemates, and it came to the point where I influenced some of my Indo friends to join the gimmick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to Camp Crame sometime last week to process the documents of the recovered Pajero. Well… it was quite a hard thing for me to do, coz I just don’t master on these things… have to go back there again this week because I lack some documents. I know… going to Camp Crame would be a thrilling adventure… I’m hoping that all things are going to work out as planned and a.s.a.p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie okie… now it’s time to write about my recent weekend. Watched “Shattered Glass” after work, last Saturday, May 7th. It is based on a true story… it’s not hard to imagine that those kind of people really do exist. Lies after lies after lies… “did I do anything wrong? Are you mad at me?” that’s Steven’s line in the movie… I hate it so much. Moving on, went shopping for summer stuffs in Glorietta with Anis and JJ. We were doubtful at first if we are really going to go to Splash Island the next day. It was just the plan of the three if us to spend time on a weekend. Not enough information if we can commute going there, besides, it’s outside Metro Manila, to commute is not a good idea. Turned out that the plan went smoothly since we were able to rent an adventure, with a very good price. Went there about 9 am, it was supposed to be just the three of us, but then we bumped into other Indo people from the embassy at the Splash Island gate, so that’s good. We got to hang out all together. Stayed there until about 3 pm and decided to go to San Lorenzo, just to meet up with some friends. Seshdi was also there and it was a rush idea of her to invite us dinner at her house. Her parents were nice. The crazy thing is that I and my friends went swimming in Seshdi’s house that evening! Hello?! It was kinda late, and was so unplanned, but why not? I was still wearing on my swimsuit ;p  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my last weekend, had so much fun. Hey… I said I had fun, but I did not say that something is not bothering me. So what does that mean? argh… Nevermind me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m now listening to OPM, Kitchie Nadal and Gary Valenciano. It was recently purchased. Kitchie Nadal sounds like Alanis Morisette on her song entitled “same ground”. While Gary Valenciano’s One2One, I used to have his album, but it was lost along with the carnapped Pajero. I love every single song in that album. Gary duets with top Philippine female singers. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Camp Crame yesterday May 10th, to process the car documents. Waited for quite a while just to have it signed. But that was actually not a big deal, because I immersed myself talking to one of the young police officers there. He was the one who helped me out with the papers. He is some sort of an investigator or something… while waiting for my papers to be signed, he was asking me about how I came to the Philippines, how did I learn Tagalog, how do I like it here, basically about my stay here in this country. Then we talked about school, course that we took in college and stuff. OMG, he even showed me his pictures when he was still in college. He’s actually still pretty young, he’s in his early 20s. I asked for a phone number, not necessarily cell phone number you know… I needed a contact number just in case I need further assistance to process those papers. We then turned out to exchange cell numbers. Well, that was fine. At least he told me that I can contact him in case I need his help, in case of emergency. That sounds cool. At least I know someone who can back me up if I’m in trouble somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Glorietta right after, went there to develop pictures and to buy some groceries. Guess what, that police officer was starting to text me. So what happened was we became textmates last evening while I’m busy buying groceries in the supermarket. He even asked for my landline number, and I gave it after a couple of thoughts. And whoops, when I arrived home, got a message, again, from that PO, this time he asked me if he could call to my landline. It was a liitle late, like 1030 in the evening, worried if it’s going to be a long conversation, I decided to tell him that my sis is using the internet, therefore the phone is busy. I also took off the phone handle so that it’ll be a busy tone. So it was some sort of white lies. I know I know… that’s bad, but I do have the rights to avoid men, just not in the mood. (sshhh… I’m really hoping that this guy never would have the chance to read my blog, or else, I’m dead).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa… I’m feeling pretty much moody at this time, which I hate it myself. I do not eat healthy, do not exercise, all i wanna do is just to sleep. I have a tendency to be so much more sensitive than usual. I’ve been thinking of so much things lately, my brain is working so hard to figure out what can I do to make myself feel better. Life has been harsh and I just don’t mind sitting all alone to make sense of every little thought. Guess I’m at the stage of feeling this severe emotional distress. Does that sound that awful? Well… that’s how life goes… ok. So I’m a little neurotic, I worry about things too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some online personality tests, to be able to know and understand myself. The result turned out to be so much accurate and I agreed to most of it. Amazing. Readers, you may read the results on the comments. ciao for now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-111480478055892542?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/111480478055892542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=111480478055892542' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111480478055892542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111480478055892542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/05/moody-me-yet-so-much-things-have-to-be.html' title='MoOdy Me, yEt sO mUch tHinGs HavE tO bE dONe'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-111401381205827496</id><published>2005-04-21T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:01:36.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhin'z Bday- a sudden get together</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/DSC06817.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/DSC06817.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Dhini's B'day last Wednesday. It was like a sudden get together for the indo peepz... who would wanna resist the soto bandung... huh? hehehe... or any indo foods actually... heyyy!!! we're starving for indo foods... mom! help help! help! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a holiday in Malaysia last thursday, so we had the gigaset training till around 12nn. Went to watch Guess Who in G4. got really nuthin' to do... so i was just strolling around the mall... argh... i had to wait til 7 pm for my dance practice in the indo embassy. I'll be performing "Puspanjali" for a charity dinner at Zen garden, Greenbelt, this coming April 28th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are now out of town, enjoying their weekend. Some went to Baguio and some went to Puerto Gallera. hiks! i kinda envy them... i really need fresh air. guess where i am now... today is Saturday, and i'm here at the office. planning to meet teh Maria later at 2 pm in Greenbelt to check out the place. so i was thinking of just updating my blog. I might go to national book store later, i wanna buy all the materials needed for my canvas painting. I'll start on my hobby again. It's one way of escapism... tryin' hard to escape from the stress of daily life... phew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-111401381205827496?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/111401381205827496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=111401381205827496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111401381205827496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111401381205827496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/04/dhinz-bday-sudden-get-together.html' title='Dhin&apos;z Bday- a sudden get together'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-111383141500149298</id><published>2005-04-18T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:42:27.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina's Concert @ Hardrock Cafe</title><content type='html'>Hei Hei Wazzup?! Yeah it’s time to update my blog. Hip hip horaaay… I’m done with the term.  I was supposed to have a long weekend, (Saturday and Sunday… but I call this long) coz I used to have classes on Saturdays. But hiks! It’s my turn to take Saturdays shift at work… at least for the whole summer. But that’s ok, I’ll be having half days on one of the working days per week. At least I’ll have enough time to process my school enrollment. Not that bad really…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis and JJ picked me up right after work and we headed to Ka Leli and Bang Ical’s house for lunch. They’ve moved to a new condominium somewhere near Shopwise. Met Bang Jo, Natalie and Tasha of course. Out of the conversation, we decided to watch Nina’s concert at Hardrock café last Saturday evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Bang Jo if we could bring Tasha home, so we could play around, and will later return her home. Tasha was so excited to hang out at our place. Guess what?! While watching Disney channel, we played make-up. Anis put some pink eye shadow, lipstick and blush on her. And it’s Tasha’s turn to revenge. She was the one who put make up on me and Anis. Look what she has done. Eye shadow of different colors all over my eyes, forehead and even my nose. Blush-on on my entire cheeks and an eye liner she used to draw whatever. But she finally told me that I look pretty with my make up on. Ohhh… I then realized, maybe she is right =) you notice the white sleeveless and pink shorts that she is wearing? That’s mine! Hahaha… Tasha is a 3 year old chubby girl, and my outfit fits her. I wanna have a baby like Tasha… she is damn cute!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/play%20make%20up1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/play%20make%20up1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it was time to take a bath and head to Tasha’s house. We were supposed to drop her home and go out with her Mommy and Daddy, but she didn’t want to be left at home, so she was brought along to watch Nina’s concert. She fell asleep before the concert anyways… it was already her bed time. I’ve included some pictures here… it was a fun evening, the show and the dinner were great… especially it was JJ’s treat! Yahoo… it feels good after payday, burn cash!!! thanks Je! =)       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sari&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/ninahrc.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/ninahrc.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Sunday, welcome back to reality… stayed at home, doing house chores. Went to Glorietta in the evening, treated Anis and JJ with my *bux voucher, met Cindy, Nancy and Reyda right there, had a little chit chat. Watched Wedding Date, courtesy of Anis, went home and zzz zzz…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-111383141500149298?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/111383141500149298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=111383141500149298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111383141500149298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111383141500149298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/04/ninas-concert-hardrock-cafe.html' title='Nina&apos;s Concert @ Hardrock Cafe'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-111314414866582996</id><published>2005-04-10T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:49:49.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Formula 3, Batangas Racing Circuit, Philippines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/DSC06552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 170px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 230px" height="400" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/DSC06552.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free VIP ticket to watch Asian Formula 3? Hmm I wouldn’t think twice… especially I’m over with finals… a trip to Batangas along with the rest of the Indo peepz sounds cool. Whoa… really really cool… yup! They are back for F3 in the Philippines. I made an early reservation for the ticket and for the transportation, of course… yippee… I’m in! I only had an hour nap (this is because I watched this not-so-good Indo film, Brownies (zzz…zzz). Angga and the gang picked me up at 5 in the morning, we then gathered in the Indo Embassy, and waited for a couple of minutes for the chartered bus and the rest of the people. Took a couple of pics in the bus, then I spent all the time, sleeping, along the journey to Batangas Racing Circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo… I was able to take pictures with Reno as soon as we arrived (hmm he is such a heartthrob ;&gt;). Bought an AF3 T-shirt and later on, took pics with Nanda and Om Tinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/sari,%20nanda,%20reno,%20tinton1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/sari%2C%20nanda%2C%20reno%2C%20tinton1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only good thing about today is that they both WON! There were 2 rounds, Ananda won both rounds in the overall division and Moreno won both rounds as well in the promotion class. Yeah great! The Indonesian anthem was played 4 times… oh… how proud we were… here are the pics…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/thewinners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/thewinners.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesians are so noisy… so here goes Nanda and Reno’s supporters. We didn’t really bother of the heat. We were all the way cheering for both of them… oh yeah, we never got tired of shouting their names… Go Nanda! Go Reno! Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/the%20supporters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/the%20supporters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures like crazy… mo pictures? Here we go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/mopictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/mopictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/mopics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/mopics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Batangas racing circuit at around 5… and arrived in Manila at around 730pm. Went home right away… and here I am, in front of the computer. So excited updating my blog. Whatta great weekend =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-111314414866582996?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/111314414866582996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=111314414866582996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111314414866582996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111314414866582996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/04/asian-formula-3-batangas-racing.html' title='Asian Formula 3, Batangas Racing Circuit, Philippines'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-111147957173836006</id><published>2005-03-22T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:19:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 wEeKs rEpOrT</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it’s so good to be back… after those tiring days. Haven’t been updating my blog. Hmm… lets see, so what I’ve been up to for the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was definitely busy with school projects. Only 2 subjects, but that is enough to make me the busiest person in the world! Oh sorry.. too much exaggeration here. Imagine printing more or less 300 pictures (3R-sized) for my visual file project in Constructing the Screenworld class! Pheeewww… it was so tiring, wasn’t even able to get a nap that night. I was busy decorating the visual file that consists of pictures. It’s fun, it’s just that it’s time consuming. Thank God it’s over, I managed to submit it on time. But that’s not the end of the story, I’ll be having a group meeting tomorrow at 2 PM, to discuss the group project. Yeah, it’s a production course, so there is no way I could skip the urgent meeting. Good for the rest of my group mates, because they have Hollyweek, so they do not have to escape from work. I have to file a vacation leave on the second half, from my team lead. We’ll meet at Starbucks Vito Cruz to discuss all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with my Media Criticism class… this one is even more horrible. I had to do a book presentation, Nick Deocampo’s “Cine: Spanish Influences on Early Cinema in The Philippines.” I had to force myself to read that 450 pages book in 5 days. (something that I rarely do). It was not bad actually, I read in my spare times at the office. Asked for a Vacation leave on Friday to prepare and polish my presentation, and what happened??? It was denied! Coz there’ll be a Team Meeting on Friday afternoon. Adding to my frustrations, I was asked to come on Saturday morning for SF65 training. So… perfect! I had to sacrifice myself in the end, I just had 1 hour sleep last Saturday, and came to the office @ 9am for training, and escaped @ 11am, for my 12nn class. Imagine reporting over 64 powerpoint slides, when u just have 1 hour nap?! It may be tedious but heyyy, I fed my classmates with snacks, so they shouldn’t feel bored! Hahaha… promised that I’ll reward myself after I’m done with the presentation. I didn’t think of anything spectacular, I just need long hours sleep. So the moral of the story is, “expect the unexpected” =) next, i'll be working on my final paper, planning to discuss feminism in Mga Munting Tinig. Before i read those heavy readings for my final paper, another reward is that I’ll read on Janet Lowe’s “Oprah Winfrey Speaks”. I admire Oprah so much, she is a woman of influence, she has been able to make an emotional connection and touch the lives of audience everywhere. I’m certain that I’ll get inspired and i'll learn a lot from that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets move on… few days ago, I was communicating with my mom through sms, asked when will I finish my studies, she wants me to come back home. I knew she miss me. Ade has turn out to be a teenager, and is probably busy with his friends or girlfriend. She usually spends time with Bibi at home, or just hangout with her close friends. I’m glad Tyan is around to be my Mom’s companion. (Tyan is my Mom's Persian kitten, given by my auntie, Bi Idah) Bet she loves Tyan very much. Once she brought Tyan to Bi Idah’s house in Depok, all she wanted to do is to let Tyan meet the mother cat. Hahaha… this is funny… how sweet, my Mom thought that Tyan would be happy to meet his own mom. Mom ended up telling me that the mother cat and Tyan do not recognize each other anymore… =D Niwayz, Mom is still uncertain when Dad is gonna be back home, I guess he is still busy with his short assignment in Tawau. I was browsing news in the net and check out what came across: &lt;a href="http://www.liputan6.com/fullnews/95499.html"&gt;Liputan 6. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Cultural Center of the Philippines with Anis and JJ last Sunday, watched the Reog Ponorogo Dance Drama (the drama of the peacock and tiger). They did well, great attractions. See the pictures below. (oh yeah, that is Anis in the middle picture) she was chosen among the rest because she looks ehm.. chubby? (oops…) she was told to step on a man laying down on durians… ouch… went straight away to G4 after the show, watched Spanglish… I think I’m falling in love with Adam Sandler… =) damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/halohalo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/halohalo.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-111147957173836006?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/111147957173836006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=111147957173836006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111147957173836006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/111147957173836006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/03/2-weeks-report.html' title='2 wEeKs rEpOrT'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110991389810642216</id><published>2005-03-04T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T13:35:04.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RaNdOm tHiNgS aBoUt mE</title><content type='html'>1. what kind of first impression do you think people say when they first see you?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve no idea… really, why don't u tell me then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what's one thing you like to do alone?&lt;br /&gt;taking a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. are you a giver or a taker?&lt;br /&gt;both, things should be balanced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what do you rarely eat?&lt;br /&gt;fish, fruits… (damn those are healthy foods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. how many drinks before you're tipsy?&lt;br /&gt;two to three maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. do you ever have to beg?&lt;br /&gt;yes, and it depends on what I need to achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what kind of books do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time i am forced to read books (especially text books) so, magazines will be my answer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. do you think you're cute?&lt;br /&gt;I’m not petite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. do you have a problem changing clothes infront of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;girl-friends: No problem&lt;br /&gt;boy-friends: Yes problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. favorite communication method?&lt;br /&gt;a balanced 2 way communication, personal, chat, whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. do you care?&lt;br /&gt;for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. what do you eat when you raid the fridge at night?&lt;br /&gt;I usually look for chocolate, anything light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. if you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done?&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!!! I’m allergic to doctors/ hospitals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. do you know anyone famous?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah I do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. describe your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Queen sized bed, filled with bolsters, pillows, bedcover and stuffed toys (sometimes unnecessary stuffs are also there, like clothes, magazines, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. spontaneous or planned?&lt;br /&gt;rather be spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. do you know how to play poker ?&lt;br /&gt;nope.. but I know how to play tong its and truf hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. what do you carry with you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;ATM, sykes and school ID, money, cellphones, white musk body spray/ baby collogne&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. what do you miss most about being a kid?&lt;br /&gt;for not having to deal with too much problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. are you happy with your given name?&lt;br /&gt;yeah… Happytasari, people thought that I’m always happy… when actually I’m not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. how much would it take to give up the internet for 1 year?&lt;br /&gt;there ain’t no way it would happen, internet is my oxygen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what color is your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;light beige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. have you ever been in a play?&lt;br /&gt;yeah several times… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. do you like yourself and believe in &lt;br /&gt;yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I do, I do, I do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. do homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you?&lt;br /&gt;of course not.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. do you consider yourself to be a nice person?&lt;br /&gt;I always try to be nice to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. what's one thing you wish you could do but can't?&lt;br /&gt;hug Bunda =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. what is your ideal marriage location?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be under the sea?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. whats one instrument you wish you could play?&lt;br /&gt;Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. something you love and hate?&lt;br /&gt;love: down to earth people&lt;br /&gt;hate: hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. what's one language you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;Sundanese &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. what do you order at a bar?&lt;br /&gt;You have to come with me if you wanna know… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;real tattoos? Hell no… I’m afraid of needles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. whats one trait you hate in a person?&lt;br /&gt;boastful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. do you consider yourself materialistic?&lt;br /&gt;definitely, no…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. do you cry in front of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather cry alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110991389810642216?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110991389810642216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110991389810642216' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110991389810642216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110991389810642216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/03/random-things-about-me.html' title='RaNdOm tHiNgS aBoUt mE'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110943667798830328</id><published>2005-02-27T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:28:14.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Track</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;iN a rUsH...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came over me in a rush&lt;br /&gt;when i realized that i love you so much&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes i cry&lt;br /&gt;but i cant tell you why&lt;br /&gt;why i feel what i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i try to express &lt;br /&gt;whats been troublin' my mind&lt;br /&gt;but still i cant find the words&lt;br /&gt;but i know that somethings got a hold of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came over me in a rush&lt;br /&gt;when i realized that i love you so much&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes i cry&lt;br /&gt;but i cant tell you why&lt;br /&gt;why i feel what i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby someday ill find a way to say&lt;br /&gt;just what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;but if that day never comes along&lt;br /&gt;and you dont hear this song&lt;br /&gt;i guess you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came over me in a rush&lt;br /&gt;when i realized that i love you so much&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes i cry&lt;br /&gt;but i cant tell you why&lt;br /&gt;why i feel what i feel in&lt;br /&gt;feel what i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i say inside i mean deep&lt;br /&gt;you fill my soul &lt;br /&gt;and thats something i cant explain&lt;br /&gt;its over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz it came over me in a rush&lt;br /&gt;when i realized that i love you so much&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes i cry&lt;br /&gt;but i cant tell you why&lt;br /&gt;why i feel what i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*BLACKSTREET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110943667798830328?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110943667798830328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110943667798830328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110943667798830328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110943667798830328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/02/back-track.html' title='Back Track'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110899937860811493</id><published>2005-02-21T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:09:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INt'L fEsTiVaL of DaNce aNd Music @ UP &amp; GiMMiCk TiMe!!!</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday February 19th, we just performed at the Abelardo Hall, University of the Philippines. Rotary Club of Kamuning was the Lead Host Club of this “International Festival of Dance and Music.” Participated countries were China, Indonesia, Japan, Spain, USA, India, and the Philippines. We performed Saman dance, and the audience was amazed to see the quick movements, (claps and hand gestures), because it requires a lot of coordination and concentration. We turned out to be the most applauded group among all! (ehem…) Here are some pictures taken during the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/edited%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/edited%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/DSC05833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/DSC05833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then…we decided to have some coffee in G4, went home to change and hangout with the others… yeah… Saturday night… here we go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/edited2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/edited2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110899937860811493?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110899937860811493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110899937860811493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110899937860811493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110899937860811493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/02/intl-festival-of-dance-and-music-up.html' title='INt&apos;L fEsTiVaL of DaNce aNd Music @ UP &amp; GiMMiCk TiMe!!!'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110874510533282847</id><published>2005-02-19T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T00:45:05.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>InTeRmezZo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sumpah... menurut gue ini lucu banget... gue pikir2, ada benernya juga... hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenyataan Pahit Bagi Para Cowok Jelek...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng pendiam,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: woow, cool man..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek pendiam,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: idih kuper banget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng berbuat jahat,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: nobody's perfect..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek berbuat jahat,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: pantes, tampang kriminal sih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng nolongin cewek yang diganggu preman,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: wuih jantan kayak di film2..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek nolongin cewek yang diganggu preman,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: pasti premannya temennya dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng jomblo,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: pasti dia perfeksionis..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek jomblo,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: no wonder kalo ngga laku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng dapet cewek cantik,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: klop and serasi banget..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek dapet cewek cantik,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: pasti pake dukun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng diputusin cewek,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: jangan sedih, khan masih ada aku..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek diputusin cewek,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang:...(terdiam, tapi telunjuknyameliuk-liuk dari atas ke bawah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng ngaku indo,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: emang mirip2 bule sih..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek ngaku indo,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: pasti ibunya Jawa bapaknya robot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng penyayang binatang,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: perasaannya halus dan penuh cinta kasih..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek penyayang binatang,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: sesama keluarga emang harus menyayangi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng bawa BMW,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: matching bow, keren luar dalem..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek bawa BMW,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: mas, majikannya mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng males difoto,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: pasti takut fotonya kesebar-sebar..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek males difoto,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: nggak tega ngeliat hasil cetakannya, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng naek motor gede,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: wah kayak Lorenzo Lamas..bikin lemes..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek naek motor gede,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: awas!! Mandragade lewat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng nuangin air ke gelas cewek,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: ini baru cowok gentleman..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok jelek nuangin air ke gelas cewek,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: naluri pembantu, emang gitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo cowok ganteng bersedih hati,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: let me be your shoulder to cry on..&lt;br /&gt;kalo cowok2 jelek bersedih hati,&lt;br /&gt;cewek2 bilang: cengeng amat!! laki-laki bukan sih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCU BANGET KHAN??? hahaha... (ketawa2 sampe jungkir balik, jumpalitan...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110874510533282847?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110874510533282847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110874510533282847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110874510533282847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110874510533282847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/02/intermezzo.html' title='InTeRmezZo'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110838715371935124</id><published>2005-02-14T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:39:16.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaDiEs NiGhT ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/DSC05729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 202px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 255px" height="287" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/DSC05729.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*SaRi &amp; Jackie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't met in a while... i was happy that we could finally get together... we've been friends since college life. oh it has been more than 5 years now... i graduated ahead of jackie... so we had our seperate ways. even though, we still keep in touch, i know... this sweet jackie exerted more effort than i did. she always texted me telling that she is still alive hahaha... yeah right, it's not that i have forgotten you or something gurl... it's just that i got lotsa things to deal with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seems like decades since we last talked, and make chika... hehehe... we were finally able to hang out at V bar last saturday night. look, 11 pm was too early, the party has not yet started! we went to Temple instead and spend sometime there... but we still pushed through to proceed to V Bar afterwards... hehehe really had fun w/ ya... so what do you think of the guyz? i'm sure that ur eyes were busy catching cool hunks there.... hahaha! it was actually still early when we left... but we had to get our butts to Manila Bay by 230am... or else... ;p thank God, everything went alright. thanks for the song that you dedicated to me (heyyy everybody!!! jackie is a good singer!!!) you're a good performer... i'm not kidding!!! i'll ask you to sing more songs next time around... ok then, thanks to ur Mom and Dad for droppin' me home... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/1024/edited1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 304px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 207px" height="256" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/58/2434/400/edited1.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110838715371935124?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110838715371935124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110838715371935124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110838715371935124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110838715371935124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/02/ladies-night-p.html' title='LaDiEs NiGhT ;p'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110835769610229239</id><published>2005-02-14T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T13:11:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HApPy VaLeNTiNE's Day EvEryONe =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saya Cinta Kamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ana Behibak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Je t'aime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ich liebe Dich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ti amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kimi o ai shiteru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wo ai ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mahal Kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110835769610229239?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110835769610229239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110835769610229239' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110835769610229239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110835769610229239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone.html' title='HApPy VaLeNTiNE&apos;s Day EvEryONe =)'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110813686516082079</id><published>2005-02-11T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:47:45.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Least i Can Do...</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to have my rest days on the 9th, 10th and 11th of February. No support on those days due to Chinese New Year and Awal Muharram in Malaysia. But since I was given an assignment by Chris, to translate an interview, so I was squeezing my brain instead. Chris is involved in AFAD (Asian Federation Against Disappearances), and I also found out later on that he is a producer of MTV. Ok, niwayz… Chris gave me a CD and asked me to translate the interview from Bahasa Indonesia to English. There were 3 interviewees and they are the relatives of the victims. The interview was about different cases of involuntary or enforced disappearance in Indonesia. I was so touched, I feel sorry for them, and I hope that my translations can be a great help to AFAD in processing the cases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110813686516082079?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110813686516082079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110813686516082079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110813686516082079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110813686516082079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/02/least-i-can-do.html' title='The Least i Can Do...'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110813005763333799</id><published>2005-02-11T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:22:31.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 iN a RoW…</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I Know… this article is such a history… it happened 2 weeks ago… but I really wanted to squeeze this in… it’s one of the unforgettable moments in my life…Crazy!!! pheeeewww…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Sammy to Martin Nievera &amp; Patti Austin’s concert in Aranetta. Sammy got 2 free tickets from one of his friends who works in EMI. He only called a couple of hours before the concert, but I finally agreed, coz I don’t really have anything to do at home either… so we met at the embassy and moved on to Aranetta. It was quite a nice concert… you know how Martin Nievera sings… and of course… with Patti Austin, it turned out to be such an excellent duet. I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next… since it was still early, Sammy decided to take me to Ratsky Morato. Wayan came a couple of minutes later. Again, he got an invitation from the manager of Synergy. This group band will be performing in Hardrock Bali the week after. I think Synergy is a cool band. But too bad, Sammy and Wayan refused to groove the music on the dance floor. Hahaha… I was already itching by that time. Wayan finally agreed to get on the dance floor... but, hell… It was second to the last song. And the last two were kinda corny huhuhu… niweyz… no worries, I still had fun. Oh here’s the pic with Sammy, Wayan and the band.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="3fdcd79c"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/DSC05460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 314px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 239px" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/DSC05460.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="4517185"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Texted Dedi and he is still at Temple with Ido. So I told Sammy that I’ll join them. So he dropped me at Temple. It turns out to be the worst night ever in my life. Terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! but I still managed to go jogging the next afternoon. People from AIIAS came to play soccer too. Here is the picture of the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/DSC05463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; WIDTH: 306px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 225px" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/DSC05463.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110813005763333799?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110813005763333799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110813005763333799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110813005763333799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110813005763333799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/02/3-in-row.html' title='3 iN a RoW…'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110656243681680793</id><published>2005-01-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:29:35.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ExErCiSe... Go! Go! Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went with Anis and JJ to eat chicken barbeque in Malate last week... ate 2 cups of rice (ohhh! this one is not good!) met Jojie, Anis and JJ's officemate and his friend, B. they are both Thais. well... they both seem nice… we all had a nice conversation. Couldn't imagine how come they could consume 6 bottles each of San Mig Light in one sitting. Oh… maybe more… because they came ahead of us. I ended up asking Jojie how come he doesn’t own a big tummy, like the other Filipino guyz who love to drink. Then Jojie told me that he does 300 sit ups everyday… that’s like wow! (wondering if I’ll be able to convince myself to do such) the last time when I promised myself that I’ll do sit ups only lasted for few days and I quitted. Ok ok… whatta quitter!!! Since the traditional indo dance class is on a break until the first week of February, I haven’t really done much exercise for the past weeks. Though I went jogging and swimming, gosh... once a week wouldn't be enough to show improvements… so I guess I should do multiple sports. i realize that I’m chubby, if not obese hahaha… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went jogging with Hanna in San Lorenzo yesterday afternoon… I felt good. A group of people in the park caught my attention. It’s some sort of a martial art/ self defense, using bamboo sticks… I decided to approach the master right after I’m done jogging. I introduced myself and said that I’m interested to join the practice. From that short conversation, I found out that the martial art is called “Arnis” originally from the Philippines, then Sisco, the master, introduced me to some of the girls there. Sisco is actually based in Boracay. I’m so eager to learn. So I talked to Sana, one of the gurls, (she's now in her last year highschool in German School), and oh! she'll later on be the instructor. I already got her number… it’s good to know that the practice is informal, it’ll be a good idea to learn something new and at the same time… doing exercise…!!! Oh yeah right… I’ll be hoping they’ll still be around to practice the succeeding Sundays… so I could join. But I won’t forget to do sit ups… at least more than a hundred per day… wait and see for my flat abs if not six packs... next month or 2 months later… hahaha…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="152b92a6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110656243681680793?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110656243681680793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110656243681680793' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110656243681680793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110656243681680793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/01/exercise-go-go-go.html' title='ExErCiSe... Go! Go! Go!'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110648893129847245</id><published>2005-01-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T13:19:31.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sAy cHeEsE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/sarz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/sarz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@Ya, S@R!, @Ni$, $E$Hdi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to have doubts whether this is my online journal or my online photo album? Hehehe… I’m fond of posting pictures… niweyz, This picture was taken last Saturday at the Indonesian Embassy. It was the farewell party of Om Ginting and Tante Rita. Oh yeah… as usual… dinner, listening to people karaoke singing, taking pictures…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh… yeah, I’m wearing glasses now… It has been one week already…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Anis and JJ… minutes later, Bang Esbon, Hanna and Bide intentionally came over to play cards… we played tong its and I turned out to be the loser hahaha… I stood awake until 230 in the morning, gotta sleep early… gotta do some house chores the next morning… aha… weekend… not a rest day for me… but I’m happy this way… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110648893129847245?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110648893129847245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110648893129847245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110648893129847245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110648893129847245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/01/say-cheese.html' title='sAy cHeEsE...'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110597632103409122</id><published>2005-01-17T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:43:23.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhaT dO yOu tHiNk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/DSC05265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/DSC05265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="df124c01"&gt;I don't know what the hell that made us all smile... was it the flash of the camera or something else? hahaha... =p &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110597632103409122?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110597632103409122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110597632103409122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110597632103409122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110597632103409122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-do-you-think.html' title='WhaT dO yOu tHiNk?'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110597521235035618</id><published>2005-01-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T08:43:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iT's FuNnY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Few days ago, right after work, I went to landmark to buy groceries… because my Thai officemates, Mam and Tum would as well be my lunchmates…so no more eating outside, better cook whatever and eat together in the pantry… =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is funny how I was looking for a lunch box at landmark and ended up buying a neon green colored lunch box… I suddenly remember my kindergarten days… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is funny how I was texting while walking, smiling like crazy… wanna know why? I’m sorry, I won’t tell… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is funny how the taxi driver won’t stop talking while driving me home, noticed my dimples and wanted to introduce me to the son of his former employer. According to the taxi driver, the guy is now a pilot of Philippine Airlines… (wink ;p) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s funny how I rejected his offer and told him that I already have a boyfriend… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s funny how I was able to speak straight Tagalog without letting the taxi driver notice that I’m not a Filipina… hahaha…. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="aafdf36a"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110597521235035618?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110597521235035618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110597521235035618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110597521235035618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110597521235035618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-funny.html' title='iT&apos;s FuNnY...'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110571382306075850</id><published>2005-01-14T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:15:30.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CaTcHa ArOuNd MaRiA..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/DSC05183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/DSC05183.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, January 8th&lt;/strong&gt;- It was a planned surprise farewell party for Maria… Emper, her roommate came with the idea. I was helping her texting all the rest of the Indonesians to be there at Banana Leaf, in Greenbelt. We were like 30… and of course, it was such a surprise for Maria… she ended up crying… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here goes a picture of my friends and I with Cacing beside me and Denny on the other side… yeah… these two giants were stars for a night huehuehue… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="5bf00ba8"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/DSC05196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/DSC05196.jpg" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The night out wouldn’t be complete without visiting the V Bar… so we ended up staying until 5 in the morning… it’s inline with Maria’s farewell party… =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/DSC05234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/DSC05234.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/DSC05183.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="1d1831bb"&gt;Huhuhu… Maria, we’ll miss you… catcha around Maria… &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110571382306075850?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110571382306075850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110571382306075850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110571382306075850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110571382306075850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/01/catcha-around-maria.html' title='CaTcHa ArOuNd MaRiA..'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110571131532961263</id><published>2005-01-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:48:58.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2005!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/DSC05097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 247px" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/DSC05097.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="77b13b70"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandhi*Anis*Sari*Maria*Wempy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pheeewww... been busy all week long... I really wanted to update this blog... but huh? What can I do? didn't even have enough time to sleep... well... here it goes... I wanna write about the New Year... It was really fun... we spent an overnight at Manila Peninsula hotel... that Saturday (oh yeah! I still had work on the 31st, whatta day!!!) I went home 1st to grab my things and went directly to the hotel. It was a fun evening... I went swimming along w/ some of the guyz until 10 in the evening... the water wasn't that cold... warm enough to keep me swimming for few minutes... hehehe... took a bath and proceed with the rest of the gang members to the Indonesian Embassy and had dinner there... cool... dinner for free... it was 10 minutes before the countdown when we left the embassy... I had to speed my walk to get to Ayala to see the fireworks (oh yeah... that's what new year is about). We were all scattered, until finally we united... oh forgot to mention, I had my picture taken with the vocalist of Parokya Ni Edgar and Kitchie Nadal... woohoo... I enjoyed their show! next is trip to V Bar! This was the coolest part! I think all of us had a great time there getting wet and dirty... haha!!! no, just kidding... but I'm sure we were all tipsy. Went back to the hotel 5 in the morning... and I was walking barefooted (nasty!) khekhekhe... I was too tired wearing my heels... I know it was stupid hahaha! As soon as we arrived in the room... we could hardly sleep... we were still in the mood to jig (hehe) nah.. we just had few more drinks and went to bed... I don't know how come I was the earliest to wake up! I just slept for 2 hours and had a full energy to ask Maria to go swimming... I realized that I lost my voice... huh? What happened??? I was even trying to wake everybody up and asked 'em to swim... but guess they were still in their dreamland. Hmm... never mind them huehuehue... I was so tired yet so energetic... (say what??? =p) there... it's the end of the day... ate at North Park in Greenbelt and went home directly... and oh! then went straight to bed... zzz...zzz... Happy New Year 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/2.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria*Coco*Mas Wawan*Roy*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      Andre*Abe*Sari*Felix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="afcb248b"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110571131532961263?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110571131532961263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110571131532961263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110571131532961263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110571131532961263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-2005.html' title='Happy New Year 2005!!!'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110461551781125522</id><published>2005-01-02T04:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T05:38:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHeN I sAw YoU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;And Oh… one more from Mariah Carey… here is another song lyrics… so so… sweet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHeN I sAw YoU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft heavenly eyes gazed into me&lt;br /&gt;Transcending space and time&lt;br /&gt;And I was rendered still&lt;br /&gt;There were no words for me to find at all&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there beside myself&lt;br /&gt;I could see you and no-one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I could not breathe&lt;br /&gt;I fell so deep&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you&lt;br /&gt;I'd never be&lt;br /&gt;I'd never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only once in a lifetime love rushes in&lt;br /&gt;Changing you with the tide&lt;br /&gt;And dawn's ribbon of light&lt;br /&gt;Bursts through the dark&lt;br /&gt;Wakening you inside&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was all untrue&lt;br /&gt;Until there, all at once, I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no beginning&lt;br /&gt;And without an end&lt;br /&gt;You are the one for me&lt;br /&gt;And it's evident&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes told me so&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div 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YoU...'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110461230651974723</id><published>2005-01-02T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T04:45:06.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoSt GiRLs... </title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah dah!!! Here goes the song lyrics of Pink… I love her too… and I love this lyrics… I can relate… this is so Me… read the lyrics closely… oh by the way… what is happening to me? I’m posting song lyrics lately… (???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MoSt GiRLs...&lt;br /&gt;(Actually i prefered the title to be "I'm not every girl")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cared too much for love&lt;br /&gt;It was all a bunch of mush&lt;br /&gt;That I just did not want&lt;br /&gt;Paid was the issue of the day&lt;br /&gt;If my girlfriends got some game&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be more fly&lt;br /&gt;Getting paid was everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not every girl&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need that world to validate me&lt;br /&gt;Cause shorty got a job&lt;br /&gt;Shorty got a car&lt;br /&gt;And shorty can pay her own rent&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna dance if it's not in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most girls want a man with the bling-bling&lt;br /&gt;Got my own thing, got the ching-ching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want real love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most girls want a man with the mean green&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna dance if he can't be&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I dream of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man that understands real love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a girl about the floss&lt;br /&gt;It was all about the cost&lt;br /&gt;How much he spent on me?&lt;br /&gt;Seek for a man who gots the means&lt;br /&gt;To be giving you diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;It's what every fly girl&lt;br /&gt;Could want or even dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not every girl&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no g to take care of me&lt;br /&gt;Cause shorty got a job&lt;br /&gt;Shorty got a car&lt;br /&gt;And shorty can pay her own rent&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna dance if it's not in my heart, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I just want real love&lt;br /&gt;Said I gotta have real love&lt;br /&gt;Everything can, can you be everything that I dream of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosh! why did i have to highlight some lines... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please dech sar! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110461230651974723?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110461230651974723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110461230651974723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110461230651974723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110461230651974723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/01/most-girls_02.html' title='MoSt GiRLs... '/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110460768407670319</id><published>2005-01-02T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T05:00:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHeNEvEr YoU cALL</title><content type='html'>I really love this song lyrics... no significant meaning behind it, really... (really??? =p) Mariah's songs are like food to my soul... it has the power to cure heartaches at the same time... (yes! it could be a therapy for heartaches as well, at least for me... it works! hahaha...) did i sound that desperate? btw, it feels good when we can emotionally relate to song lyrics... well... basically, i just love Mariah Carey's songs... but this one is just too sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHeNEvEr YoU cALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love wandered inside&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than you, stronger than I&lt;br /&gt;And now that it has begun&lt;br /&gt;We cannot turn back, we can only turn into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever be too&lt;br /&gt;Far away to feel you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hesitate at all&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;The part of you so tender&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to catch your fall&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm truly inspired&lt;br /&gt;Finding my soul there in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And you have opened my heart&lt;br /&gt;And lifted me inside by showing me yourself&lt;br /&gt;undisguised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will breathe for you each day&lt;br /&gt;Comfort you through all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Gently kiss your fears away&lt;br /&gt;You can turn to me and cry&lt;br /&gt;Always understand that I&lt;br /&gt;Give you all I have inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110460768407670319?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110460768407670319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110460768407670319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110460768407670319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110460768407670319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2005/01/whenever-you-call.html' title='wHeNEvEr YoU cALL'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110371727552168846</id><published>2004-12-22T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:10:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tWiNs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/anisari2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/anisari2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="2994df3f"&gt;&lt;blockquote id="8ba9c457"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of the people are always mistaken for assuming that my sister and I are twins. The age gap is actually 15 months. (Whoooaaa... our parents were great!!! Hahaha...) Anis is older. We grew up together, we were in the same elementary school, junior high school, senior high school and even became classmates in college and master. Growing up without Anis wouldn't be the same. So all I wanted to say now is, I'm glad that she has been a great sister to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ps. Oh by the way, incase you still got mixed up, on both pictures, I'm on the left and Anis on the right. =) So do we still look like twins? =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110371727552168846?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110371727552168846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110371727552168846' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110371727552168846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110371727552168846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2004/12/twins.html' title='tWiNs?'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110303106651450400</id><published>2004-12-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T14:12:25.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been 2 years now, since my last relationship ended. I forgot the feeling of being in love. Forgot how is it to be “kilig”. I have been into a relationship for 3 times. I had my first boyfriend named Pai, when I’m about to graduate junior high school in Jakarta. I could name it a puppy love I guess, because I was still 14 by that time. It lasted for a couple of months though. The reason why it lasted was because I was too overwhelmed with my new life in senior high school and I just didn’t want to be tied up. Quite a silly reason, but that’s it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next to Pai is guy named Irvan. He was in the same batch with my sister in high school. He was a year advanced. He actually courted me for quite sometime, but I was too afraid to take a decision. At last, I decided to give it a try. The sad part was, I had to move to Manila as my dad was assigned to work there. Our relationship was only 10 days old by then. Oh yes, I did cry a river when I had to leave. But the relationship pushed through for almost a year. It was quite long, because we were still able to keep in touch through calls, letters and emails. But like almost all of the long distance relationships, it has to come to the end. I told him that this could not work out, and for sure I’ll be staying in Manila for 4 years, maybe more. I’m glad that he understood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I last broke up was 2 years ago with a Filipino guy named Bobbie. Bobbie was my classmate in college and I had the longest relationship with this guy. Our relationship lasted for almost 2 years, we had to break up because there are differences that made us could not push through with the relationship. This last break up was the worst of all, too much feeling still remains. But I just had to move on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all the relationships I’ve been into, never lasted because of a third party, and I’m happy about it. I still keep in touch with all of them once in a while. I’m glad that even though the special relationship is over, we still remain friends. I’m always engaged in a relationship because I have the feelings for that person, not for the sake of having a boyfriend or because of peer pressure. That is big No No. In the future, when I’ll start with a new relationship, this time would be so different, I have standards to meet. I’m hoping to meet an Indonesian, a religious one, with high sense of humor and a good job. Oh yes, like what I’ve said in the previous post, I’m already a woman. So this time, I’ll have to think wisely. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="889d0b92"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110303106651450400?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110303106651450400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110303106651450400' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110303106651450400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110303106651450400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2004/12/personal-stuff_14.html' title='Personal Stuff'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110302823490327401</id><published>2004-12-14T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T20:43:54.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Luvin' it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Moving from one country to another is not that easy. I ended up crying several times in the airport because I have to let go of my friends. Being faced with a new environment, new friends, new schools, new languages, new foods, new cultures, what a challenge!!! But I’m ok with that. On the other side, there are just too many great experiences I have encountered. Gaining new friends, learning new languages and cultures, and especially tasting new foods hehehe. The best country I have ever been to is the Philippines. Here is where I truly grew up from a girl to a woman. (a woman??? ;p). I have lots of activities to do, studying, being involved in an organization, working, dancing and lots more. This is also the first time I am being away from my parents. Now I have learned to be a matured girl, doing house chores, taking my own decisions and be responsible enough with it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110302823490327401?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110302823490327401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110302823490327401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110302823490327401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110302823490327401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-luvin-it_14.html' title='I&apos;m Luvin&apos; it!!!'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110299466136124490</id><published>2004-12-14T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:39:58.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CyBerSpAcE cLaSs PicTuRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/DSC04673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/DSC04673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="e7811349"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyber classmates, here is our picture in Pizza Hut. Thanks to our big time Prof, Attorney Edwin Lacierda, for the treat. You are the best! Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110299466136124490?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110299466136124490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110299466136124490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110299466136124490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110299466136124490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2004/12/cyberspace-class-picture.html' title='CyBerSpAcE cLaSs PicTuRE'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110299389536992044</id><published>2004-12-14T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T09:35:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HisToRicAl BaCkgRoUNd</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/104.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/104.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="5f3df8c9"&gt;I was born in Jakarta, on August 14th 1983. My parents are Chairul Soelaeman Natadisastra and Lia Tasriatin. My parents named me Happytasari and people call me Sari for short. I have 2 siblings, an older sister named Chairunnisa (Anis) and a younger brother named Abdurachman Syarif (Ade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my dad is working in the Department of Foreign Affairs in Indonesia, in 1985, when I was still 2 years old, my dad was assigned to work in Los Angeles, so he brought the family along and we lived there for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home to Indonesia in 1988, I was 5 years old by then. We lived in Jakarta, and I started my Kindergarten up to my 4th grade elementary in Muhammadiyah 5. We lived in Indonesia for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1992, when I was 9, my dad was again assigned to work abroad, this time in the Indonesian Embassy in Sanaa, Yemen, a country in the Middle East. I continued my 4th grade elementary up to grade 7 in Pakistan International School in Sanaa. We lived there for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home to Indonesia in 1996, when I was 13. I studied in SMPN 107 (Pejaten- Pasar Minggu) for my 2nd and 3rd junior high school, and spent my 1st and 2nd year of my senior high school in SMUN 55 (Duren Tiga). We lived in Jakarta for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1999, when I was 16, my dad was again assigned to work in the Indonesian Embassy in Manila-Philippines. We came to the Philippines on September 1999 and here is where I started College. I studied in the Philippine Christian University, and graduated on March 2003, with the degree of Bachelor of Science in Communication. By the end of 2003, my parents along with my brother moved back to Indonesia because his assignment was done. My sister and I decided to stay here in Manila. So far, we have lived for more than 5 years, and I think we are still going to stay here for a couple of years. Im still enjoying my stay here in the Philippines. I think Im already a Filipina =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110299389536992044?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110299389536992044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110299389536992044' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110299389536992044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110299389536992044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2004/12/historical-background.html' title='HisToRicAl BaCkgRoUNd'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110241318081432488</id><published>2004-12-07T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T09:28:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeLieVe iT oR NoT!</title><content type='html'>Jeepney is known as the public utility vehicle for commuter transport in the Philippines. This colorful vehicle is uniquely Filipino. The unique thing about jeepneys is that no jeepney is exactly the same as another. Now, Believe it or not! there is a jeepney routing Manila-Jakarta. Who wants to ride with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/jeepney%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/jeepney%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110241318081432488?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110241318081432488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110241318081432488' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110241318081432488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110241318081432488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2004/12/believe-it-or-not.html' title='BeLieVe iT oR NoT!'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110122769349804036</id><published>2004-11-24T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:23:45.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aBoUt wORk</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/siemens,%20lebaran%20032.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/siemens%2C%20lebaran%20032.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="dcc7d077"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm currently working in Sykes Asia Inc., for Siemens Mobile account. it makes me happy that i got this job. It's my first job and i enjoy what i'm doing right now. i think it's a good start afterall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I work as the technical support representative of Siemens Mobile for Malaysian customers, particularly. I support both calls and emails in English and Bahasa Malay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As i'm not too techy, but through the trainings, i've learned a lot of things, getting myself familiar with the features of several Siemens products... =) here's a picture of the team, in a teambuilding activity... yeah! at a bar =) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/siemens,%20lebaran%20032.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="3ce919fe"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110122769349804036?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110122769349804036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110122769349804036' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110122769349804036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110122769349804036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2004/11/about-work.html' title='aBoUt wORk'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110122662386777653</id><published>2004-11-24T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T22:32:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My PaSsIoN</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/1024/IMG_0209.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/181/2434/400/IMG_0209.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="bdb895d0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved arts and sports eversince. i love to paint on a canvas. i used to be into martial arts when i was still in grade school. i joined the taekwondo club. i love gymnastics and i used to be a cheerleader when i was in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm involved in the Indonesian Embassy's Dance troupe. i know how to dance several dances from different parts of Indonesia. balinese dances such as pendet and puspanjali, sumatra dances such as indang, rantak and saman, javanese dances such as yapong, jaipong and roro ngigel, and melayu dance as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of me and my friends wearing the Indonesian traditional costumes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110122662386777653?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110122662386777653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110122662386777653' title='86 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110122662386777653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110122662386777653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-passion.html' title='My PaSsIoN'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>86</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220256.post-110078020216569950</id><published>2004-11-18T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:16:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cyberspace final project</title><content type='html'>This is really a fun thing to do... making a blog for the final project of "Freedom and Regulation in Cyberspace" class. I should thank sir Edwin Lacierda for this interesting final project. Finally i have my online journal, because i wasn't able to push through with my account in xanga.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think it would be good if i'll be able to continuously write my thoughts here and let my family and friends read everything that i think of. when i was younger, i used to have a diary where i put all my thoughts in. and everytime i need to reminisce on a particular moment, i'll just look into my diary.  but since i'm starting to get busy with college, i didn't have much time to document my busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here where the blog comes in... required for a final project. that wouldn't be a problem anyway. i spend almost 15 hours per day sitting infront of the computer. my job requires me to do so. i'm always online at work time and i usually chat with my friends to spend my spare times in the office. so, i could fill in my spare times posting my thoughts in blogspot as well. that is a very fun thing to do... then when i come home, i'll go online again, since i cannot miss a day without checking my friendster account. (heyyy in case you are wondering, friendster is illegal to open in my office.. hehehe) hoping that there would be a new testimonial, a new friend request or a new message. with friendster, i feel so much overwhelmed, because it's easy to keep in touch with all my friends in indonesia. friendster is a cool website!!! the same thing that i expect from this blog, i hope that all my friends would always read through all my writings. and add some comments to it... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok friends... enjoy... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220256-110078020216569950?l=sarichairul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/feeds/110078020216569950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220256&amp;postID=110078020216569950' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110078020216569950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220256/posts/default/110078020216569950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarichairul.blogspot.com/2004/11/cyberspace-final-project.html' title='cyberspace final project'/><author><name>sarichairul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01357736480478694154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/sari_ayank/edited5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
