Archive for November, 2006



Color Test

Presently, you are trying to break away from a situation that is causing you considerable worry and concern. Things are getting on top of you and you are feeling depressed almost to breaking point. Obviously there must be a way out – but at this time the solution seems to be escaping you. You want [...]

Seriously, I don’t know what to write right now. If I am told to write what’s on my mind right now, I would write Routing… DNS.. IP… OSI Layer.. OMG. Well well well. At least mugging like this shows “value” of studying. I mean, what kind of studying (applies to studying theories) that doesn’t include [...]

Award Me

I’m never a great person who deserves to get an honorable award or something. But this time, let me award myself. Aditya says: y sylv is loving something sweet… says: k See, I think I deserve an award for “The Writer of The Shorter Message on MSN Messenger” Oh thank you. You don’t need to [...]

just to show you guys the IP2 craze….

Untukmu

Aku lihatmu Ada Kau ada Di sini kau ada Tamparku, buatku sadar Ingatkanku dengan dulu Impianku…. yang dulu Akankah dulu itu jadi nanti Akankah kau jadi nantiku Ingin simpanmu Kau kan pergi Ada gunanyakah kusimpan?

It’s all in the SMU advertisement : SMU has a different pedagogy.. Or something that sounds like that. I won’t bother to recall their flowery words about the pedagogy thingy. As far as I can see, seems like that different pedagogy means one thing : class participation. For you who is curious about pedagogy thingy, [...]

The List

Unlike my friend Aditya who proclaimed that he loves to write so-called meaningful (draft) essays to later be published on his blog (besides teasing me, bullying me, underestimating me, whatever-the-thesaurus-is-ing me, of course), I still like to post unimportant things, such as what you will see in not a minute time…. You hate run-on sentence [...]

Type Me

I’m reminiscing my first time meeting this cute QWERTY thing. I think it was when I was in 4th grade of elementary school, where I was only eight years old or so. And it wasn’t my family’s inventory. hahahaha. I think it was my uncle’s property. (don’t ask me the relation to him. I won’t [...]