<?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-8600900715799973351</id><updated>2012-02-17T14:30:35.907+11:00</updated><category term='Kitch'/><category term='Bubbly Dama'/><category term='Grumps'/><category term='Some that Require Thinking'/><category term='Photo of the Week'/><category term='A Bite of News'/><category term='WoW'/><category term='Trying to be Artsy'/><category term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>DAMA'S   SMALL   HAPPY   WORLD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-6817165034395639186</id><published>2012-02-08T03:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T03:56:58.822+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Needs</title><content type='html'>Need (n) A condition or situation in which something is required or wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a while ago I was asked to come with Jordan to Wollongong because one of his friends was throwing a BBQ or something (I can't recall what exactly, to be honest) and I declined it because it was a raid night on WoW. They called me addicted, anti-social, crazy, etc. I didn't deny it. Possibly because I thought they were right. Only a few nights ago I realised how wrong they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why I chose a game over real life. It wasn't because I was addicted to it. It was because my presence was wanted. I was needed. It feels good to know that someone needs me. It's like my existence serves a purpose. I'd rather be sitting at home playing my role in an online game with people I have never met before than seeing people in real life just to sit around and not knowing if my presence really means something. I have the need to know that I am wanted and needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want people to let me know if they need me or want my help. It makes me feel alive. They also gotta know that when I help them the pleasure is all mine and that they actually are doing me a favor. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-6817165034395639186?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6817165034395639186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=6817165034395639186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6817165034395639186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6817165034395639186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2012/02/needs.html' title='The Needs'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3333382239432778188</id><published>2012-01-17T00:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:48:15.688+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear friend,</title><content type='html'>Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your photo. You look really nice in that black shirt. The same shirt you were wearing when I picked you up at the hostel your cousin was staying at. I remember thinking you looked gorgeous then too. I remember your smile when you saw me and the long big tight hug you gave. I remember how happy I was to finally see you that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were great with you. I have been going through some hard times and having you there with me was like seeing a ray of sunshine after a long dark stormy night. You made me laugh by being who you were; playful, nonjudgmental, laid-back, and warm. Your "firstly, you are beautiful. Secondly, don't give up," followed by a kiss on my forehead put a smile on my face and kept me going for days. I will never forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am about to make a decision of my life. This person who married me four years ago and whom I love so much want to try and make things work again. I wanna try and make things work again. It means I will never be able to see or talk to you again. My heart is broken, dear friend. And for the rest of my life I know there will be a hole in my heart. But you gotta know, no one will be able to take away all those memories we made together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-3333382239432778188?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3333382239432778188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3333382239432778188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3333382239432778188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3333382239432778188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-friend.html' title='Dear friend,'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-152584571295629786</id><published>2011-11-23T16:05:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:10:27.019+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying to be Artsy'/><title type='text'>Kekasih di Tepi Jurang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static3.max99x.com/photos/zurich/a-tree-on-a-hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 533px;" src="http://static3.max99x.com/photos/zurich/a-tree-on-a-hill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku jauh dari kekasih hati. Salahku dan salahnya melukai kami. Sakitku dan sakitnya mengeruk bumi dan mencipta jurang. Dalam, sangat dalam. Tapi mungkin tidak lebar. Aku ada di satu sisi dan dia di sisi lain. Aku bisa melihatnya, dia juga melihatku. Dan tangisku. Dan tangisnya. Dan semua senyum pahit kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pikir aku bisa melihat berkeliling di sini. Mungkin ada kayu. Mungkin ada kayu yang cukup panjang dan kuat untuk kubuat jembatan. Agar ia bisa di sini. Atau aku di sana. Tak penting yang mana. Aku hanya ingin bersama kekasihku. Dan kotak kecil di mana serpihan jantung kusimpan dan kutitipkan padanya. Agar ia tahu ia selalu punya jantungku yang merah dan basah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mulai melangkah mencari kayu yang kumau. Kadang aku merasa aku tahu kenapa, seringkali tidak. Beberapa kali aku kembali untuk melihatnya dan kotak kecilku. Dia masih di sana, masih memeluk kotakku. Betapa leganya. Lalu aku berjalan semakin jauh dari tepi jurang. Tak ada kayu. hanya ranting-ranting. Maka semakin jauhlah aku darinya. Dalam rantauku aku merasa bebas, namun sepi sekali. Beling-beling dan kerikil terinjak kaki telanjang. Sakit. Tapi tatkala bunga liar mekar, aku lupa sakit itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin ia lari bersamaku, di duniaku, merasa sakitku, mencium bungaku. Lalu kami bisa duduk di bawah pohon besar dan rimbun yang tumbuh di atas bukit. Bercerita, bercinta, lalu tidur siang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anganku....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadarku bangkitkan sakitku. Aku masih sendiri di sini, masih mencari kayu. Tapi bunga-bunga liar ini cantik sekali. Mereka berduri, tapi aku tak peduli. Terlalu cantik. Aku petik hati-hati satu yang paling besar. Yang mirip dengan yang sering kulihat dalam mimpi. Kusematkan ia di dada, dekat dengan sisa jantung yang kupunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku mau di sini saja. Dengan bunga cantik. Lagipula hari sudah memakan matahari. Tidur saja dengan bunga cantik dan mimpi indah. Kayu-kayu bisa menunggu hingga hari esok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langit kini berwarna jingga. Jantungku sakit memaksa mataku untuk membuka. Dan bunga cantik tak lagi di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunga cantikku masih di sini. Masih tersemat di dada, dekat dengan sisa jantung yang kupunya. Tapi ia tak cantik. Ia layu dan hampir kering. Durinya tertancap di sisa jantungku. Sakit. Lebih sakit dari kakiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat hari memuntahkan lagi matahari, lagi aku berjalan. Masih sendiri. Tapi kulihat lagi bunga-bunga liar cantik. Berwarna-warni terang. Mataku kututup tapi terang mereka menembus kelopak mataku yang tipis. Baiklah. Aku cium saja mereka. Jangan dipetik. Cium saja. Wanginya... Aku mau duduk. Nikmat wangi bunga terlalu menggoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku rindu kekasihku. Ia masih menunggu, kotak kecilku masih dipeluknya. Aku yakin itu. Jalan lagi sajalah. Semoga hari ini kutemukan kayu yang cukup panjang dan kuat untuk kubuat jembatan. Agar ia bisa di sini. Atau aku di sana. Tak penting yang mana. Aku hanya ingin bersama kekasihku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih saja ranting-ranting yang kulihat. Banyak sekali. Berbagai ukuran. Berbagai warna. Tapi kini aku lelah. Aku mau ke tepi jurang. Aku mau lihat kekasihku. Rinduku terpaku.  Maka kutatih kakiku ke sana. Lebih pelan, karena beling dan kerikil belum pergi dan aku tak mau luka lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setibaku di sana, kekasihku masih terlihat. Ia lelah dan terduduk di tanah, yang di bawahnya tumbuh rumput segar dan bunga-bunga cantik. Kupu-kupu menari menggoda inderanya. Matanya bersinar, satu bunga menjatuhkan hatinya. Dan ia menjatuhkan kotak kecilku! Jantungku yang merah dan basah tercecer. Ia tak peduli. Ia terlalu gembira.&lt;br /&gt;Kini di kakiku tergenang air mataku. Kekasihku tak lagi untukku. Cintanya untuk sang bunga, bukan lagi untuk jantungku. Biarlah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku mau dia. Saat bulan penuh hingga bulan habis. Sepanjang bulan. Sepanjang tahun. Seumur hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaku putus. Tak ada kayu. Hanya ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kini kubiarkan kakiku menatih sisa ragaku dan jantungku. Kuikat kembali asaku sementara kubiarkan torsoku membungkuk, lututku menekuk, dan tanganku memungut ranting-ranting yang kulihat kemarin. Semuanya. Biarlah aku tak punya kayu. Akan kujalin dan kupilin ranting-ranting ini, di atas tanah yang mulanya kering dan kini basah karena air mata. Akan kubuat jembatan untukku sendiri agar aku bisa memunguti sisa jantungku yang merah dan basah dan tercecer di tanah. Untuk kuutuhkan lagi diriku. Untukku sendiri. Dan bila ia bersedia, mungkin untuknya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-152584571295629786?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/152584571295629786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=152584571295629786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/152584571295629786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/152584571295629786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/kekasih-dan-kotak-cantik.html' title='Kekasih di Tepi Jurang'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-5823280349605574485</id><published>2011-11-20T17:36:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:36:31.489+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish Jordan would kill me</title><content type='html'>I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. I wish Jordan would kill me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-5823280349605574485?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5823280349605574485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=5823280349605574485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5823280349605574485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5823280349605574485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wish-jordan-would-kill-me.html' title='I wish Jordan would kill me'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2172112029070878928</id><published>2011-11-15T14:31:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:31:28.314+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and broken hearted. But I'm glad I'm in Jogja with my friends. They can't help much but at least I'm not sad when they're around (mostly).&lt;br /&gt;My husband sent me back home. I admit he needs a break too. Sometimes I feel like he sent me away to get rid of me. I feel like he doesn't care at all. I mean if you care you'll show it, right? He never calls or texts unless I do first. He refuses to say "I love you" too. &lt;br /&gt;What breaks my heart the most is my failure to be perfect for him. I'm an infidel! They say he doesn't love me the way I am and I should look out for number 1. But he's my number 1.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I'm getting better here. I always think about him but he doesn't likely think about me too. It hurts. My will to keep fighting is fading. I'm getting closer to another attempt. I'm tired. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2172112029070878928?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2172112029070878928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2172112029070878928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2172112029070878928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2172112029070878928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-sick-and-broken-hearted.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1927154855967766860</id><published>2011-04-01T20:20:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:50:14.535+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking cake</title><content type='html'>Life is like creating something. You know what you wanna make, you understand the process and go through it, but sometimes, like baking a cake, you don't know whether or not it will be like what you have wanted it. You can read the recipe, follow all the instructions and for some reason it does not come out like in the picture or description. It sucks when it happens like that but sometimes there things that you can't explain or something you don't realise that might take part in the process. Maybe the person who made the recipe used a different kind of oven, or maybe you over-mix the dough, or sometimes you just stuff up but you're too tough to quit so continue anyway. You know, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjzQVXBTWaw/TZWfsbsAWUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-W3mLLY0eJU/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjzQVXBTWaw/TZWfsbsAWUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-W3mLLY0eJU/s320/cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590550098145728834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, most of the time if things like that happen you will try to improvise, mix in a little bit of this, or add a little bit of that and you'll wish it will fix things up. There's always a 50-50 chance. It's your choice to do it or not. When all the process has been gone through, you will find out what your cake is like. Sometimes it comes out alright, sometimes it's completely stuffed. If it's alright, you can proceed to enjoying it. If it's stuffed up of course it will make you sad but there will usually be next time to try again. But you gotta realise most of the time your cake will not look anything like in the picture but it doesn't mean it doesn't taste as good.&lt;br /&gt;SO, enjoy baking cake. I mean, enjoy life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Dama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1927154855967766860?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1927154855967766860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1927154855967766860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1927154855967766860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1927154855967766860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2011/04/baking-cake.html' title='Baking cake'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hjzQVXBTWaw/TZWfsbsAWUI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-W3mLLY0eJU/s72-c/cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-5803640999601231952</id><published>2011-03-08T20:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:06:54.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Do you know that I can’t take this anymore?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dama&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-5803640999601231952?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5803640999601231952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=5803640999601231952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5803640999601231952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5803640999601231952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-god.html' title='Dear God,'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-6159129704130802010</id><published>2011-03-07T10:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T17:55:47.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Indo-trip 2011 (part I: Bali)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know I should’ve posted this like aaaaaages ago. I got caught up in life and it’s not very pleasant at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, as you might already know, I went to Indonesia for a couple of weeks in Jan-Feb. You might even already have seen the pictures I posted on Facebook. But this is the story of it all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I arrived in Bali on the 10th of Jan. Had a good catch up with the love of my life Miss Exfa Maya Amalia. Days went on like last time we went to Bali. Good food, good shopping, good night life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But something even better came in the night of the 15th. Well, that something came in a form of 2 awesome backpackers from Netherlands and Germany named David (yes, both of them are called David). These guys were gonna go on a road trip around Bali and they asked if we wanted to join. Heck YEAH we did!! But we gotta go home that night and if we went we could only go until the 21st cuz we had an important wedding to go to on the 22nd (one of my bestest girls were getting married, oh the excitement!) So what to do, what to do?? OK, here’s what we did: we went in to Garuda office and asked if we could change tickets (we were supposed to fly out in a few hours) to the 22nd, real early in the morning. Lucky we could, phew! (and didn’t have to pay much for the extra cost) Then we went back to hotel, arranged baggage and stuff, and off we went on our little scooters. First stop would be Ubud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Supposedly, it only took 1 hour from Kuta to Ubud but we took 2-3 hours. Epic road trip in drizzle. We were lost and tired and wet! But we made it there. Found like a small guest house and got an awesome room and it was so cheap (Rp 225,000 or AU$ 26 per night). It was on the 2nd floor and there was only that room there, very private. It was a big room divided into 2 smaller rooms with 2 bathrooms (with hot water!) So it was great that all the 4 of us could always hang out together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nothing much we did that first night apart from a yummy dinner. But the next day we went scouting around. This place is a beauty! I know I had seen plenty of rice fields before but I had not seen anything like this before:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQaAcMzQQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SSQQz5Gi724/s1600-h/20110118c%20%2827%29%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="20110118c (27)" alt="20110118c (27)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQaBd552SI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nq1RUUSEMfY/20110118c%20%2827%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="348" width="437" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was amusing to see Dutch David so excited about all the things he saw, that got me excited too. When on our scooter (D) David and I were always far behind (G) David and Maya because we had a crappier scooter and (D) David would always want to stop to see more, like this &lt;em&gt;putri malu &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Mimosa pudica&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; display: inline; float: none;" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:f493bc84-1ede-4ece-afde-24cf47943168" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"&gt;&lt;div id="371332d1-9e22-4114-8604-2ae136b26549" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKiO2Ves1L4&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata_player" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQaCENIGYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oy8sZjhQcc4/videob9a793f2acde%5B69%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none;" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('371332d1-9e22-4114-8604-2ae136b26549'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/qKiO2Ves1L4?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/qKiO2Ves1L4?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 448px; clear: both; font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;David and his amazement when seeing this for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We were only staying 2 nights in Ubud. The place is beautiful but there’s not much left to see after 2 days. So we continued our trip to Lovina.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lovina is located on the northern part of the island. It is famous for its diving/snorkeling objects and the dolphins. We took maybe 3 hours from Ubud. We could’ve taken less time than that but we liked to stop to see what was around (and yea, we got lost again.) When it came to finding a place to stay we would always rely on Davids to get the best bargain. So sometimes it took 3-4 hostels before we would take a place. Same deal as Ubud, we didn’t do much that afternoon we arrived in Lovina, apart from dinner. But an exciting experience was waiting the next day. Yep, we went snorkeling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This was the 2nd time I did it. I hated it the 1st time but I wanted to do it again. I didn’t swim too far away from the boat (cuz yea, I can’t really swim, now shut up!) The fishes were so beautiful. I let Davids have my camera so they could take photos. It was Maya’s first time and she didn’t like it. She got sick and she had never been seasick before. My poor thing. Here’s a photo from our snorkeling&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQaCwy3ULI/AAAAAAAAAWU/IJKFw2PzvW0/s1600-h/20110120b%20%2827%29%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="20110120b (27)" alt="20110120b (27)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQaDvW66qI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4veSU_nK7wc/20110120b%20%2827%29_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="347" width="447" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The original plan was that Maya and I would go back to Kuta on the 21st cuz we had to catch a plane the next morning but apparently (G) David had to go back too to sort out his visa extension. So all of us went back to Kuta on the 20th. We went back in a heavy rain but meh, we didn’t care. But because Maya’s and hotel room was booked only on the 21st we decided to stay at Davids’ hostel for the night and moved to our own the next day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next day, after checking back in to our hotel, Maya and I took Davids to our favourite beach, Padang Padang. It’s not far from Uluwatu. A bit secluded and small but very pretty. We didn’t do much there apart from having a bit of a swim and Mie Goreng for lunch. We went back to our own places in the afternoon but wanted to have our (supposedly) last dinner together. So after having a shower and such (for me and Maya, and a nap for Davids) we went to Davids’ hostel and took them to our fave seafood/Chinese restaurant along Jalan Kartika Plaza. It was our treat, as a thank for these guys’ awesomeness for taking us along on the trip. After dinner we (or more like Maya in this case) tricked them to going on a karaoke with us. They (esp. (G) David) refused at first but we dragged them but later they found love for karaoke hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Later that night after karaoke, we all went back to our hotel and stayed the night together watching TV (since Davids’ room has no TV) and talking. We didn’t get to sleep much cuz we had to wake up real early to catch our plane. And so we seperated at 6ish in the morning and were to never see each other again. Or were we?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS: This is our road trip route&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQaZTY_oNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/APmx6O4S-bw/s1600-h/_%20Bali%20%282%29%20Road%20trip%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="_ Bali (2) Road trip" alt="_ Bali (2) Road trip" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQaaONsNGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/2eUWSvUWCdM/_%20Bali%20%282%29%20Road%20trip_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="278" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-6159129704130802010?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6159129704130802010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=6159129704130802010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6159129704130802010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6159129704130802010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/indo-trip-2011-part-i-bali.html' title='Indo-trip 2011 (part I: Bali)'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQaBd552SI/AAAAAAAAAWA/nq1RUUSEMfY/s72-c/20110118c%20%2827%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1520618953142587416</id><published>2011-03-07T09:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:14:12.441+11:00</updated><title type='text'>…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQHDzZO_uI/AAAAAAAAAVI/UjdQ8f5wIDo/s1600-h/IMG_0330%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="IMG_0330" border="0" alt="IMG_0330" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQHEjcbOwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/5AeM8osUMvY/IMG_0330_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="434" height="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And these are all I have until I can touch your skin again. Until then, I can only miss the rest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1520618953142587416?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1520618953142587416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1520618953142587416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1520618953142587416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1520618953142587416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='…'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TXQHEjcbOwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/5AeM8osUMvY/s72-c/IMG_0330_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3019590635621473732</id><published>2011-01-02T20:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:51:39.331+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying to be Artsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Thanks for the crazy ride, 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href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TSBKYG3TqnI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ePGHdwxTN-0/s1600-h/page7%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline;" title="page7" alt="page7" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TSBKY4pXI4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/2yQqWJDM6H8/page7_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="404" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TSBKZSNwmhI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1YW6Lf_BftQ/s1600-h/end%5B10%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none; display: inline;" title="end" alt="end" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TSBKZ2HXNfI/AAAAAAAAAUg/yZGyRSaww1A/end_thumb%5B6%5D.png?imgmax=800" border="0" height="404" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Not sure why the pictures arent as good as they are on Windows Live Writer, but ah well. xo&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/8600900715799973351-3019590635621473732?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3019590635621473732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3019590635621473732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3019590635621473732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3019590635621473732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2011/01/thanks-for-crazy-ride-2010_02.html' title='Thanks for the crazy ride, 2010.'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TSBKOUyeAYI/AAAAAAAAATY/JWyyUjSy13o/s72-c/page1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8614389333411248365</id><published>2010-12-21T09:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:21:59.378+11:00</updated><title type='text'>[untitled]</title><content type='html'>'tis not an aisle,&lt;div&gt;but a white sandy beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'tis not a veil,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a daisy tiara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'tis not wedding rings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a unity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8614389333411248365?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8614389333411248365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8614389333411248365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8614389333411248365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8614389333411248365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled.html' title='[untitled]'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7802304848409990712</id><published>2010-12-21T00:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:17:43.859+11:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;you left me a big mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;but i lov it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[you don't hear me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7802304848409990712?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7802304848409990712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7802304848409990712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7802304848409990712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7802304848409990712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/midnight-blue.html' title='midnight blue'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-6496224643979283554</id><published>2010-10-21T17:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:52:58.389+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitch'/><title type='text'>Lamingtons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First attempt at lamingtons. They don’t look &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;dreadful, do they? &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TL_jAz926oI/AAAAAAAAASY/-zN52ruYM18/s1600-h/IMG_8624%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Lamingtons" border="0" alt="Lamingtons" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TL_jBzEXHOI/AAAAAAAAASc/dXgoLucECg0/IMG_8624_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="453" height="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bringing some over to Dyl’s. What a lucky busterd lol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-6496224643979283554?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6496224643979283554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=6496224643979283554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6496224643979283554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6496224643979283554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/lamingtons.html' title='Lamingtons'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TL_jBzEXHOI/AAAAAAAAASc/dXgoLucECg0/s72-c/IMG_8624_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-5167062634484938011</id><published>2010-10-10T00:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T00:29:57.443+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo of the Week'/><title type='text'>Dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TLBtfR8OqXI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wkpPlTQX6Ck/s1600-h/IMG_8583%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Dusk" border="0" alt="Dusk" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TLBtgLuQ-5I/AAAAAAAAASE/5ov88LJi_KI/IMG_8583_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="421" height="593" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS: I love sunset&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-5167062634484938011?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5167062634484938011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=5167062634484938011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5167062634484938011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5167062634484938011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/dusk.html' title='Dusk'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TLBtgLuQ-5I/AAAAAAAAASE/5ov88LJi_KI/s72-c/IMG_8583_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-583009312854846223</id><published>2010-10-06T01:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T01:03:11.670+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Good Weekend =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is it, finally. I got my Kingslayer and Dragons won premiership.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TKsvaihp6OI/AAAAAAAAARE/CDWGh2q6EQc/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_100210_001654%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Andayan the Kingslayer, yes, I am awesome" border="0" alt="Andayan the Kingslayer, yes, I am awesome" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TKsvcPb-M3I/AAAAAAAAARI/j4qgOlw7JTI/WoWScrnShot_100210_001654_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="348" height="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TKsvc7MoHGI/AAAAAAAAARM/e6BUdpuoSzo/s1600-h/dragons%20final%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Dragons Premiers 2010" border="0" alt="Dragons Premiers 2010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TKsvdrzpbKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4Y3LGbNXhBI/dragons%20final_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="299" height="443" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And… I think I’m in love with these guys (wtb a night with both of them ;-))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TKsveUBueTI/AAAAAAAAARU/iLPrCNdrtbM/s1600-h/ben%20creagh%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Ben Creagh" border="0" alt="Ben Creagh" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TKsve-qqhuI/AAAAAAAAARY/tPzQ7OXbjCY/ben%20creagh_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TKsvfsLrX8I/AAAAAAAAARc/oY2KkvBeY_8/s1600-h/darius%20boyd%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Darius Boyd" border="0" alt="Darius Boyd" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TKsvgaBThCI/AAAAAAAAARg/i8rwWxOKG6o/darius%20boyd_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS: Sorry didn’t get to do photo of the week. I was out of town =S&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-583009312854846223?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/583009312854846223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=583009312854846223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/583009312854846223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/583009312854846223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-weekend-d.html' title='Good Weekend =D'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TKsvcPb-M3I/AAAAAAAAARI/j4qgOlw7JTI/s72-c/WoWScrnShot_100210_001654_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7174763840874517414</id><published>2010-09-26T17:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:10:48.268+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo of the Week'/><title type='text'>Footloose</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TLL-xQp4PXI/AAAAAAAAASM/YOnKrENMa58/s1600-h/IMG_8297%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Footloose" border="0" alt="Footloose" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TJ78U3lakYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AsowCoMQl80/IMG_8297_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="438" height="438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c0c0c0; font-size: 78%"&gt;(To be set free…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7174763840874517414?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7174763840874517414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7174763840874517414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7174763840874517414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7174763840874517414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/footloose.html' title='Footloose'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TJ78U3lakYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/AsowCoMQl80/s72-c/IMG_8297_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8359323805209998141</id><published>2010-09-26T16:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:23:51.254+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo of the Week'/><title type='text'>Photo of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I like taking photos (I know some of you are rolling your eyes and saying “tell me about it!”) Now I’m thinking about regularly posting up photos on this blog, say one photo a week. This way I encourage myself to write more and go out and take pictures. Sounds like a good plan, right? I just need to be totally committed to this one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today we went out to Floriade and I took a few photos and in the next couple of days I’ll be sorting them out and see which I’ll post here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So yea that’s all I’ve got this time. I’m tired from all walking around and I’m gonna cook soon and bring some to Dyl’s. TTFN.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8359323805209998141?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8359323805209998141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8359323805209998141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8359323805209998141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8359323805209998141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/photo-of-week.html' title='Photo of the Week'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-6706804933448443208</id><published>2010-09-22T00:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:02:12.517+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hobby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For the last few days/weeks I have been getting into cooking. I bought myself a mixer, a food processor, and am thinking of buying a blender. I have cooked pretty nice chicken asparagus risotto and baked carrot cupcakes although the cupcakes looked a bit messy (they were still nice tho, I was surprised!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m thinking of setting like a day of the week (I’m thinking Sundays cuz I have more free time, rather than riding my hog around Dalaran, not really doing anything) when I can try a new recipe and feed it to Jordan and Dylan and if after a few hours they don’t die, it means it’s edible =D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Maybe next time I can cook fish. Hmm… I’m kinda reminded that I have a that Shiok! cookbook I bought awhile ago. I should go and have a look if there’s anything easy enough for me to try out. I also have that stirfry cook book aye? Hmmm… homework for little Dama? Maybe… It’d be better if I had my girls aye but… ah well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So yea, next time I cook something I’ll post the pictures up here. It doesn’t matter if it’s stuffed up. So yea anyways… Catchyas later purdies?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS: Oh, I stumbled on this blog it’s sooooo cute I wanna eat it XD please check out &lt;a href="http://cupcakesomg.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;CupcakesOMG!&lt;/a&gt; you’ll love it too!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-6706804933448443208?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6706804933448443208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=6706804933448443208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6706804933448443208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6706804933448443208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-hobby.html' title='New Hobby?'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7800787992257774069</id><published>2010-09-13T20:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:45:24.467+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>Giving Windows Live Writer a Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dunno what’s special about this but hey I’ll give it a go. Well, it’s like writing my blog without getting online.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Now let’s see all these buttons aye. It has… Hyperlink (where I can link web addresses), Picture (so I can post up a picture) Photo album (hmm this is new, I’ll have a closer look later but I’m guessing you can post like a whole album here instead of one of two pictures), Table (ummm like excel?), Map (yea, like I can read one =P), Tags (yea tags, to sort my post in categories), and Video (really? do u really want me to explain what this is?) I can see it has a ‘set publish date’ with&amp;#160; which I guess I can manage when to publish my post.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yea umm a few extras aye? But other than that Iiiiiiii dunno. OK, I’m gonna try and publish this one and see how it looks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PS: &lt;font color="#ff80ff" size="4" face="Vivaldi"&gt;Umm&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#ffff00" face="Sylfaen"&gt;let’s&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#8080c0" face="Shruti"&gt;try&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#408080" face="AR BLANCA"&gt;the&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#800000" face="Showcard Gothic"&gt;different&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#808040" face="Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;fonts&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#0080c0" face="Constantia"&gt;aye? &lt;font color="#008000" face="Verdana"&gt;Not baaaad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7800787992257774069?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7800787992257774069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7800787992257774069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7800787992257774069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7800787992257774069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/giving-windows-live-writer-go.html' title='Giving Windows Live Writer a Go'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-4208800814709257136</id><published>2010-09-08T19:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:40:11.082+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><title type='text'>cranky one</title><content type='html'>No I am not cranky. I'm lying. I am cranky. Why? Cuz I care about how people feel than how I feel. It's OK for other people to piss me off (and I'll pretend to be all chilled) but when I think I've pissed someone off I'll be scared and worried I'll lose that person. This is making me cranky right now. I know I say I don't care but I do. Screw this. I don't even know what I'm on about. I'm just gonna cry on my corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-4208800814709257136?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4208800814709257136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=4208800814709257136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4208800814709257136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4208800814709257136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/cranky-one.html' title='cranky one'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2934376748024381461</id><published>2010-09-03T01:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:14:02.291+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>I found this on my desk. I swear I dont remember writing the scary bit. The rest is just my WoW thing. Ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TH--3fCUkmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KtTwICYzmqU/s1600/unwell.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TH--3fCUkmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KtTwICYzmqU/s400/unwell.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512334329358094946" 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/8600900715799973351-2934376748024381461?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2934376748024381461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2934376748024381461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2934376748024381461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2934376748024381461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TH--3fCUkmI/AAAAAAAAAQM/KtTwICYzmqU/s72-c/unwell.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-6865332170036559335</id><published>2010-08-23T18:40:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:30:26.369+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>I can't think of a title for this post</title><content type='html'>Update update update on life. Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so what's happened? Bali! that's what happened. Maya and I went to Bali for 3 days, you know, getting some bonding going lol. (like we need one... /rollseyes). Yea, a lot of shopping, eating, and sightseeing. Hot guys were unavoidable (Heaven!!) We went to Waterbom, it was raining in the morning but we didnt care. We had sooooo much fun. It's a shame we didnt have a camera but. Couldve taken a lot of photos (you know me and my obsession with photos). We had 2 nights out which was sooooooooooo fun. Sorry, no details this time, too much sluttiness lol. Let's just say... Tahitians are hot &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/THI_IVui7oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bD0axDAPGZ4/s1600/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/THI_IVui7oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bD0axDAPGZ4/s320/boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508534706731413122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol. Well at least one. Maya and I are planning to go to Bali again (longer this time) and possibly to Gili Trawangan (already had a dream about it the other night). Now I am back to normal life, working haaaaaaaard (I mean 5 hours a day is a serious business) and trying to save up as much as I can cuz I've got things to buy (I ALWAYS have things to buy, I know, but this time I need to buy like expensive shit like my tickets to Bali, clothes, shoes, make up, a waterproof camera =P). I wanna have sufficient money so I can party every night and go crazy on blaster (that good sheeeeeeeeettt!) and more clothes and shoes while over there too lol. I'm a bit irritated with work atm tho. Sarah left and she left a lot of mess. We're understaffed and stressed and cranky all the time. And I still haven't got my money from 2 weeks ago yet. I need that money to buy my tickets... and other stuff too. Yes, precisely, like shoes. Although I just bought like the sweetest boots 2 weeks ago, there's never 'too many shoes'. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough real life stuff. Now it's WoW time lol. Dramas in Checkmate but all good now. A couple of people left the guild but meh, I dont know many of them. My 10man team has been disbanded but I can't care less. I'm a bit over-geared for 10 man anyways although it'd be nice to do more bosses. I was thinking to myself the other day, with people leaving guild (even the ones who we thought were loyal), I don't think I will ever do the same. I joined Checkmate only a few months ago with only 5300ish gearscore now I have nearly 6000. It's massive even for core people's standard. This guild has helped me a lot. The people are nice too (although we do have dickheads but then dickheads are&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/THI_IyxsCMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CFo6t1bzqyk/s1600/WoWScrnShot_082210_194822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/THI_IyxsCMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CFo6t1bzqyk/s320/WoWScrnShot_082210_194822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508534714529220802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a fact of life, gotta deal with them). Most old mates from Saints of Darkness are now on another server Aman'thul playing alliance (I know, spew more) and they have been trying to get me to the bad side. I think they nearly succeed. I am going to transfer my pretty pally to play with them. They need my leetness hahaha. Nah, I love them and I don't care what side we're on as long as I get to play with my friends. Soon, my precious, soon... Oh, I bought a Mechano-hog last night. It's sooo awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I guess that's about it this time. Maybe next time I'll write something different like 'People I Wanna Sleep with Before I Die' lol. Maybe. Tata for now yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Oooooohhh... Johnny and Lorrian had a boy (Nathan Cole Palmeiro) and Richie and Cathy are preggo. And don't ask me when my turn is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-6865332170036559335?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6865332170036559335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=6865332170036559335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6865332170036559335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6865332170036559335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-think-of-title-for-this-post.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a title for this post'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/THI_IVui7oI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bD0axDAPGZ4/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3209780858912132868</id><published>2010-08-23T10:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T10:39:47.972+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>Headsup</title><content type='html'>I will write again soon. Too/nothing much happening. But yeah, I am writing soon I promise. Not sure what about but there will be something.&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-3209780858912132868?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3209780858912132868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3209780858912132868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3209780858912132868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3209780858912132868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/headsup.html' title='Headsup'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8959757591140595191</id><published>2010-07-15T12:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:19:36.247+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><title type='text'>I feel like ranting</title><content type='html'>Ready? Here I go (I have been wanting to write this)&lt;br /&gt;So I met you probably around this time last year and we became good friends. We used to meet and have a chat at a cafe every now and then. I used to enjoy meeting you, listening to your stories, going shopping, etc. I admired your hard work, maturity, and generosity.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, certain things happened and they altered our friendship. We realised that things could not be undone. We tried to talk things through. We promised we would still be good friends although it would be awkward between us for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;We set a distance in hope that things will go back to normal. You came in to my work once or twice but I could still feel the awkwardness and me trying to deny it just could not hide it. Even my manager could see that.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to get in touch with you to at least pretend we're back to normal. I texted and said hi to you on the net but I rarely get answers from you. I kept making excuses for you, telling myself you might be busy but are you that busy even for a short text? I have had enough unanswered texts and hello's. It's time to give up on our friendship. I don't want to but a friendship is not one-sided. I am tired of initiating everything for us. If you really meant what you said to me that night you would put more effort into it. We will wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Bondun, now I know how you felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8959757591140595191?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8959757591140595191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8959757591140595191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8959757591140595191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8959757591140595191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-like-ranting.html' title='I feel like ranting'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-4241915307703909017</id><published>2010-07-12T18:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:42:38.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Indo is HOT</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;I said on my last post that I was going to go to Indofunland. And here I am!! I got in the country on Fri night in Jakarta, stayed there for a night and flew to Jogja the next day, and yes when I say 'flew' i mean on a plane, not flew like a bird duh!&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I noticed when I got here is it's bloody hot!! and sticky too! I now have to get used to the climate here. I always knew it would be hot, but I completely forgot the sticky bit. it's like I won't complain if I have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mandi&lt;/span&gt; several times a day.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my friends' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siraman &lt;/span&gt;(a javanese bathing ceremony prior to a wedding, symbolises purity before the bride and groom are wed and asking from blessings from parents, sort of things). I met a lot of friends there, esp Emily the little girl who was the reason why I went home earlier than the original plans (cuz she was going home to Perth on the 11th)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TDrP7YnN7-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/RlMd1yTlS9w/s1600/IMG_6558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TDrP7YnN7-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/RlMd1yTlS9w/s200/IMG_6558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492931314657914850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wedding reception was held yesterday. Lindsay was supposed to come to cuz he said he would be in the country for that, but he didn't come. We couldnt get to him either so I wasnt sure what the go was with him.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we all watched World Cup final at a cafe here. It was alright. We were all supporting Holland but too bad they didnt. We kinda expected that so we werent too down. One of the guys who came looked sooooo much like Tenz, only a few years older and wasnt a redhead. Had good chats with a few people.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's only a few days that I have been here, its soo good already. I've had a few of my fave dishes and is still going to have more =D&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I call tell you for the time being. I will write more later, I think. Kiss kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-4241915307703909017?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4241915307703909017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=4241915307703909017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4241915307703909017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4241915307703909017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/indo-is-hot.html' title='Indo is HOT'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/TDrP7YnN7-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/RlMd1yTlS9w/s72-c/IMG_6558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1110310682109283964</id><published>2010-07-07T00:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T01:07:44.038+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>i know I havent posted anything for like ever! shit, i feel sorry for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;so, news. too much news. I am not a fail mage anymore. I am superawesome. yea bitch, superawesome!! Saints of Darkness fell apart, I have to admit it. I still have a couple of toons there, and Tony and his family are still there, a few new people, too. Jason and Sharron are in Aman'Thul playing Alliance *vomit* but they're still my friends and I lov them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mage is now in Checkmate with Fish and his mates (although I dont really talk to them xcept for Fish who occasionally abuses me). Made friends with some new people like Frostyknight (a.k.a. Richard a.k.a. Dick cuz he's such a dick and he loves dicks (i love u richard)), Owned (with funny O and E but now changed his name and race, cant remember what, a.k.a. Teddy a.k.a. Barney cuz he's big and purple and a pedo lol), Neo is such a good GM, he plays a lot (he has like a gazillion lvl 80s), there's Twisterdude who quit this morning (I enjoyed the random 'I love you anda' and am going to miss that), and a lot more. I just CBF typing all their names. Jin is now in the guild too with us. Only Jaya isnt. Well he was, but he pissed off Neo and got a gkick (ouch! my poor jayapoo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, real life shit.&lt;br /&gt;I had my 25th bday dinner and nightout which was aaaaaaaaaaawesome!! the best bday evar! photos are on my facebook, too much drunkeness if you're wondering. I remember everything tho. coolerbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and Rock quit Subway. Anna is moving to Taiwan and Rock going home to Hongkong. Eva is now in charge. Not bad. I was gonna be one too but I am going home soon. Did you say what?? going home?? yea bitch, in 4 days!!! super super super super excited. can't wait to makan-makan. cant wait. And for that occasion, I bought myself a nice DSLR (Canon EOS 500D) shiny! I havent taken many photos with that yet, but planning to this Thursday before going to the Gong. Dylan said he's show me somewhere sweet so yea I may as well bring my camera.&lt;br /&gt;What else now? I dunno. I mite try and get some sleep. its 1am now and I have work tomoro. so yea, tata for now? yea i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1110310682109283964?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1110310682109283964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1110310682109283964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1110310682109283964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1110310682109283964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-4050193972158928661</id><published>2010-02-23T23:40:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:04:02.447+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some that Require Thinking'/><title type='text'>Life and Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S4PRVZUKfLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oFGp1SqL57I/s1600-h/blooming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S4PRVZUKfLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oFGp1SqL57I/s200/blooming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441422940296608946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do I want in this life? I am not sure. I never have plans. I am a right-now person. I live only this moment, I don't care about what happens next. I'll worry about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I die? Will people care? Will my family be sad? Will my husband weep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I be in the life after-life, is there's such a thing? Will I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S4PR9vIC4CI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PNJhWX3EGac/s1600-h/Graveyard-moonrise%2BII-lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S4PR9vIC4CI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PNJhWX3EGac/s200/Graveyard-moonrise%2BII-lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441423633346125858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look back and think, "damn, I shouldn't have done that!"? Will I see what would have mattered to me? What will I regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I know is I am very grateful of what I have. An easy life, great friends and family, and a loving husband. I know i wouldn't wanna have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-4050193972158928661?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4050193972158928661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=4050193972158928661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4050193972158928661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4050193972158928661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-and-death.html' title='Life and Death'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S4PRVZUKfLI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oFGp1SqL57I/s72-c/blooming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7172317672685354690</id><published>2010-02-17T21:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:39:57.961+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Going Home Again</title><content type='html'>OK, it's still ages away, but Jordan and I are planning to go to Indonesia for a few weeks in June. Well, Jordan has a language training so I decided to tag along and maybe celebrate my 25th birthday with my family and friends. I am already excited about it, I haven't saved up a cent for the tickets but it shouldn't be that hard (or should it? too many cute shoes and dresses and autumn is coming up which means new collections &gt;.&lt;) I am too excited that everytime I think about Indo food I miss and my biach i get butterflies in my tummy. It'll be super awesome cuz it's not gonna be a fasting month (like last time I went home) I'll get to eat a looooot more =). I have been too skinny since I have been here, 38 kgs atm. I am a bit scared and worried myself. Catching up with my biach and the old crew will be awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I am gonna distract myself from thinking about going home much. I am gonna get busy with taking fotos maybe, or seeing friends. I have gotten a few more friends (thanks to Ten) and they're fun to be around. I have seen Dylan a few times and he's just uber awesome and funny (calling me at 2 a.m. while drunk was just hilarious) and had coffee and run into Aidan a few times too. Going to Ten's party has totally opened the social horizon for me (does it even make sense?) So yeah, it's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news? I dunno, I haven't taken many fotos I have been lazy. Oh oh, I am planning to get an iPhone. Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: well, I like to unpredictably end my post. So yeh, that's the end XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7172317672685354690?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7172317672685354690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7172317672685354690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7172317672685354690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7172317672685354690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-home-again.html' title='Going Home Again'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-642089470435143487</id><published>2010-02-08T09:02:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:40:21.513+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><title type='text'>scratched and dented</title><content type='html'>I dunno what's happening to me. It's been a few days, probably even weeks, that I feel like shit. I am not in a bad mood all the time but the mood swings are just unbearable. There are mistakes I want to undo but I can't, now I have to deal with it for the rest of my life. Some people just dont help me deal with them, too. I dunno if they understand that I am trying to forgive myself and let go but it seems like they enjoy scratching my pain and making it hard for me to move on. I don't pretend things never happened, I just don't want to remember they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I am fine all the time. I had to go through that once and it was painful. I don't want to have to do it again. I wanna be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am an emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-642089470435143487?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/642089470435143487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=642089470435143487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/642089470435143487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/642089470435143487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/02/scratched-and-dented.html' title='scratched and dented'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-5925170636045478225</id><published>2010-01-02T11:24:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:40:46.556+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>So this is 2010. [sigh] nothing has changed so far, well, apart from the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long, as far as I can remember, I have always been excited and wide awake the second the year changes, whether or not I am out celebrating it or just sitting around the house. Always. This year was different tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, like last year, we were celebrating it at Cathy and Richie's with Jordan's friend. I was excited [doogie is acting weird, sorry distraction], then I started having a bit of vodka. A bit and a bit and it became too much. All I remember is I was sitting at the backyard with Cooper and Cathy, talking about Kendra and Coops, then I started seeing 2 Cathys, then Coops snatched my drink and threw it away, then I checked my watch and it was already 1.30 am (so I'd missed the 00.00). After that all I remember is rushing to the fence to spew, and someone carried me to the car, and I was in front of Jordan's parents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! A good start of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was no better. My face took a few visits to the toilet bowl. Yep, more spews. My stomach was very sick and I couldn't move much cuz if I did i'd throw up again. Yikes! So yeah, my NY experience was yikes this year. Now everytime I see a vodka ad on TV I just feel sick. That's my first lesson of the year. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; still drink every now and then but I won't drink much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think it's time to look back to 2009. I have a few firsts in 2009, let's have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright let's start now:&lt;br /&gt;1) I (FINALLY) graduated from Uni after spending 5 and a half years. Not quite an achievement but hey, I am out;&lt;br /&gt;2) I went hiking and camping with a few friends;&lt;br /&gt;3) I had my first job at Subway;&lt;br /&gt;4) I had my first dinner with my own friends;&lt;br /&gt;5) I got my first salary;&lt;br /&gt;6) I went to Adelaide all by myself, my first alone-trip outside Indonesia;&lt;br /&gt;7) Jordan and I moved in to a really nice apartment, not far from work too;&lt;br /&gt;8) I had my first raid, 10-man Obsidian Sanctum;&lt;br /&gt;9) And my first drunkness lol;&lt;br /&gt;10) And my first big camera;&lt;br /&gt;11) My first rugby league match too;&lt;br /&gt;12) Meeting my WoW friend for the first time;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... what else aye?&lt;br /&gt;13) ...&lt;br /&gt;This is boring now.&lt;br /&gt;14) my first christmas dinner&lt;br /&gt;15) followed by clubbing till 3.30 am&lt;br /&gt;16) and of course, first hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think that's all at the moment. I am bored, fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-5925170636045478225?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5925170636045478225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=5925170636045478225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5925170636045478225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5925170636045478225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7628648151181712666</id><published>2009-11-30T10:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:49:24.795+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying to be Artsy'/><title type='text'>Hey Little Girl</title><content type='html'>Hey little girl,&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what's on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;you seem lost and left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Darling are you feeling sad and low?&lt;br /&gt;It's sunny outside, come out of your burrow.&lt;br /&gt;Come out and play under the big tree,&lt;br /&gt;dance your tears away; dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;Dance to the blue birds' twitter and flutter&lt;br /&gt;or to the wind's sweet and soft whispers.&lt;br /&gt;Smile, darling! Smile! And the rest will do.&lt;br /&gt;The sun, the skies, the big blue ocean, too.&lt;br /&gt;Just a smile and your sorrow will walk away&lt;br /&gt;then you can tell yourself everything will be OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7628648151181712666?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7628648151181712666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7628648151181712666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7628648151181712666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7628648151181712666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-little-girl.html' title='Hey Little Girl'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1276273485539164583</id><published>2009-11-13T02:40:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:50:35.837+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAINTS OF DARKNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: May contain traces of corniness and cause boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't posted anything since ages ago. Well, yeh I posted Jin's pics but that was just to show Wind how cute he was lol. As for a real post, yeh... been quite awhile. Nothing really special happened apart from Indo-awesomeness trip (always looking forward to going home again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what has brought me on in the middle of the night, or rather, in early morning like this? Well, today or yesterday was Saints of Darkness' (SoD) birthday. I am just on to let the world know how much I love this guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rarely kidding when I say I am NOT addicted to WoW. I like the game and play it a lot or maybe too much, although it's not really my kinda game (you know, I'd rather play the Sims - create families, dress toons up, and other girly things - than killing some fugly-looking monsters that don't really exist), but SoD always brings more than just a game. It's family, it's friendship. People do come and go, but there are a lot of people in the guild that I find special. They help me with things, tell me stories, make me laugh, defend and protect me, even often come into my dreams (I know that's weird as but I can't help it). They are always there wherever I go. I was in Indonesia, they were there. Now I am in Australia, they are here. Virtually, of course. But it doesn't really matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't believe how patient they are with me. When I don't know what I am doing, they show me how to do it, when I make mistakes and cause wipes they say it's OK, when I need a good gear they tell me where I can get it, etc. Sometimes it's not the game that matters. Most of the time, it's the little things they do that make me grow fond of them. It's weird how 80% of what I say in real life is related to SoD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say it's just a game, but these guys are real people. We communicate, keep in contact, respect (except to pests lol), maybe even love one another, you know like a biiiiigg family. We interact like people do, probably just not physically (although some have met others or some are real-life related). It's just amazing how one geeky game can make people from different backgrounds, ages, and locations cope up with differences. I am happy to have these guys as a part of my life. Even though we only meet on computers, they make my life even more colourful. I am not addicted to the game, I am addicted to SoD and the people in it. Love and hugs for every Saint of Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: it's Anda, btw, if you're wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1276273485539164583?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1276273485539164583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1276273485539164583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1276273485539164583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1276273485539164583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-saints-of-darkness.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAINTS OF DARKNESS'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-792360906821051360</id><published>2009-10-31T00:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:40:57.978+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Jinar: For Wind's eyes only lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Sursg2QyAUI/AAAAAAAAANs/LOztluvS9NU/s1600-h/jin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Sursg2QyAUI/AAAAAAAAANs/LOztluvS9NU/s320/jin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398387152422830402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Surzy6B65xI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lftC0DTcB9Y/s1600-h/jin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Surzy6B65xI/AAAAAAAAAOA/lftC0DTcB9Y/s320/jin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398395159253280530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-792360906821051360?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/792360906821051360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=792360906821051360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/792360906821051360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/792360906821051360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/jinar-for-winds-eyes-only-lol.html' title='Jinar: For Wind&apos;s eyes only lol'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Sursg2QyAUI/AAAAAAAAANs/LOztluvS9NU/s72-c/jin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7480680220502869098</id><published>2009-08-26T20:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:57:56.851+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>unwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpUU71RJoeI/AAAAAAAAANk/WFFqcfrRf_M/s1600-h/Picture0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpUU71RJoeI/AAAAAAAAANk/WFFqcfrRf_M/s320/Picture0663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374224748480405986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpUU7pp5BCI/AAAAAAAAANc/pCZvFaMe_i0/s1600-h/Picture0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpUU7pp5BCI/AAAAAAAAANc/pCZvFaMe_i0/s320/Picture0662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374224745362949154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpUU7O18ViI/AAAAAAAAANU/RsFgCpL4jHU/s1600-h/Picture0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpUU7O18ViI/AAAAAAAAANU/RsFgCpL4jHU/s320/Picture0661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374224738165741090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpUU6-qLIOI/AAAAAAAAANM/wRklokbf4vQ/s1600-h/Picture0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpUU6-qLIOI/AAAAAAAAANM/wRklokbf4vQ/s320/Picture0660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374224733821411554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sick or hurt or unhappy. I am unwell. or maybe just bored. I dunno. you can tell from the looks on my face =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7480680220502869098?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7480680220502869098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7480680220502869098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7480680220502869098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7480680220502869098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/unwell.html' title='unwell'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpUU71RJoeI/AAAAAAAAANk/WFFqcfrRf_M/s72-c/Picture0663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8676765711557687753</id><published>2009-08-26T09:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:42:41.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams by Langston Hughes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;br /&gt;For if dreams die&lt;br /&gt;Life is a broken-winged bird&lt;br /&gt;That cannot fly.&lt;br /&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;br /&gt;For when dreams go&lt;br /&gt;Life is a barren field&lt;br /&gt;Frozen with snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8676765711557687753?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8676765711557687753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8676765711557687753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8676765711557687753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8676765711557687753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-langston-hughes.html' title='Dreams by Langston Hughes'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1931296340351683761</id><published>2009-08-25T23:08:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:12:08.982+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>25 random things about me these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpPoGV3mvqI/AAAAAAAAANE/p3KaVrEpCyM/s1600-h/Picture0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpPoGV3mvqI/AAAAAAAAANE/p3KaVrEpCyM/s320/Picture0659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373893976030363298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) haven't started fasting yet due to womanly reasons,&lt;br /&gt;2) fell asleep while watching District 9 (definitely not my kinda movie,)&lt;br /&gt;3) cooked rendang twice within 10 days,&lt;br /&gt;4) haven't finished the oleh² shopping,&lt;br /&gt;5) dropped my baby camera,&lt;br /&gt;6) thus had to spend $560 to get the new same one,&lt;br /&gt;7) thus couldn't go shopping,&lt;br /&gt;8) met with a friend from WoW,&lt;br /&gt;9) went shopping with that friend and loved every second of it,&lt;br /&gt;10) was told that I now was a senior at Subway,&lt;br /&gt;11) will be supervising the store for 2 hours on Thurs,&lt;br /&gt;12) had a severe constipation lol,&lt;br /&gt;13) broke my fave sunnies,&lt;br /&gt;14) had butterflies in my stomach for no apparent reason and hated it,&lt;br /&gt;15) called the new guy at Subway Rocky simply because I couldn't pronounce his name (Cheong),&lt;br /&gt;16) had 4 ulcers at a time,&lt;br /&gt;17) bought 2 bottles of perfume,&lt;br /&gt;18) 2 lipsticks as well,&lt;br /&gt;19) cut my fringe again,&lt;br /&gt;20) watched footy at the stadium,&lt;br /&gt;21) dreamt about my WoW friends (at least 10 of them,)&lt;br /&gt;22) want to see the Floriade,&lt;br /&gt;23) and attend a photography workshop,&lt;br /&gt;24) went to Domino's barefooted,&lt;br /&gt;25) haven't leveled up in WoW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1931296340351683761?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1931296340351683761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1931296340351683761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1931296340351683761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1931296340351683761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/25-random-stuff-about-me-these-days.html' title='25 random things about me these days'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SpPoGV3mvqI/AAAAAAAAANE/p3KaVrEpCyM/s72-c/Picture0659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2736250916580895271</id><published>2009-08-04T00:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:25:08.175+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>makanan menjelang tidur (ditulis sebelum tidur)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Snby4dsECyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pev-QddTtpQ/s1600-h/sop+buntut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Snby4dsECyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pev-QddTtpQ/s320/sop+buntut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365743057914563362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ada yang agak mengganggu tp enak setiap kali sebelum tidur. Bukan, bukan midnight sport hahahaha (jorok ah!) Sudah beberapa minggu ini setiap sebelum tidur, saya selalu dihantui image² makanan Indonesia. Mulai dari mie ayam, bakso, soto betawi, sup iga blok S, iso goreng + sambel teri, gule kambing, steak Waroeng, sop buntut, mpek², nasi kuning, soto banjar, siomay mang Mudi, ikan bakar, soto madura, sampe rujak petis (lha kok daftarnya lumayan panjang ini?) senggol dikit aja soal makanan Indonesia, malemnya pasti kebayang² trus pingin, trus ngiler &amp;amp; gak jadi bobok. mungkin sindrom pra-pulang ya. jadi makin gak sabar pulang. kayaknya motivasi terbesar buat semangat pulang lebaran ini ya makanan, bukannya kumpul keluarga.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SnbzAGuOCLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gNI5mdfoBXA/s1600-h/siomay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SnbzAGuOCLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gNI5mdfoBXA/s320/siomay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365743189188544690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang, kalo soal makanan tradisional saya gampang banget tergoda. gak cuma makanan Indonesia tp juga makanan tradisional dr negara lain. contohnya, sempet tergila² sama yum cha setelah makan siang bareng beberapa temen di resto yum cha di canberra. trus pernah juga, waktu ke Adelaide cobain sushi, setelah itu hampir setiap makan siang selama di Adelaide saya makan sushi (sampe sekarang juga sushi pilihan paling pas kalo buru² makan siang sebelum kerja). trus pernah habis nonton Food Safari yg nayangin miso soup, besok²nya ngubek² Hub (asian supermarkt di Canberra) sampe nemuin miso soup instan dan segera borong berbungkus². daftar makanan favorit saya memanjang.&lt;br /&gt;disebabkan mungkin karena pilihan makanan di Australia gak seberagam makanan Asia. paling pizza lg, burger lg. mungkin karena itu juga, saya mengurus selama pindah ke Australia. habis, gak doyan roti sih.&lt;br /&gt;ya baiklah. tinggal 4 minggu lg sampe waktunya pulang ke Indonesia. sabar... menabung, biar bisa menggila makan enak tanpa mengganggu kantong. ya udah, itu aja ceritanya. cyas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: writing this has made me very hungry, I couldnt stop thinking about Indian food and wondering when the Subway crew dinner at an Indian resto would be. oh my stomach is growling. but I think I still have a sushi in my bag =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2736250916580895271?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2736250916580895271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2736250916580895271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2736250916580895271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2736250916580895271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/makanan-menjelang-tidur-ditulis-sebelum.html' title='makanan menjelang tidur (ditulis sebelum tidur)'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Snby4dsECyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pev-QddTtpQ/s72-c/sop+buntut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8219078802675039926</id><published>2009-08-02T18:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:25:41.569+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>janji dama</title><content type='html'>Memenuhi janji mengabari soal snow, ini hasilnya: Belon jadi liat snow =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8219078802675039926?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8219078802675039926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8219078802675039926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8219078802675039926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8219078802675039926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-on-snow-trip.html' title='janji dama'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7269959476007745124</id><published>2009-07-31T19:43:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:26:19.046+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>post-oink oink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SnLCK7Q75EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/h8IojmvBcW0/s1600-h/tig-swineflu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SnLCK7Q75EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/h8IojmvBcW0/s400/tig-swineflu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364563599114888258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya, sempat terlanda flu babi selama seminggu. huks seminggu terkurung di rumah, tak sanggup mendulang dollar walau kalo mau liat sisi baiknya, saya jd bisa hemat tenaga. akibatnya, kantong kempes dan hasrat belanja pun harus dipendam. oh nasib penderita flu babi. tapi sukur alhamdulillahnya, flu babi saya nggak parah. kayak flu biasa, tp bonus virus H1N1. lemes sih iya dan harus minum beberapa macem obat, tp saya gak paralysed di tempat tidur. cera tercinta terbukti jd teman yg sangat setia (juga suami yg harus sering pulang gasik dr kantor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi seminggu itu sudah berlalu, kawan. saya sudah sehat. terbukti dengan hadirnya makhluk-makhluk baru di apartment 52 gatsby, cutlery luminarc, sepasang sepatu i love billy, lipstick &amp;amp; eyeliner Clinique, plus gratisan maskaranya. but wait, itu bikin kantong saya makin kempes. tp apalah artinya kantong kempes dibanding hati yang riang hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedang pingin sekali ke Perisher, liat snow, yg according to Jordan, adalah air yg beku ato es. tp kenapa namanya snow kalo itu cuma es? pasti ada yg sepesial dr es yg satu ini. pasti, saya yakin. nah, untuk tau apa istimewanya si snow ini, saya harus ke Perisher sebelum musim dingin berlalu. tp Jordan bersikukuh kalo saya masih dalam fase kurang meyakinkan sehatnya. tp saya sudah sehat. masa-masa flu babi sudah berlalu seminggu yg lalu. "liat aja besok," berulang-ulang Jordan bilang. jadi, ya, liat aja besok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, nanti saya kabari jadi ato enggaknya saya liat snow. janji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: what does P.S. stand for anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7269959476007745124?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7269959476007745124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7269959476007745124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7269959476007745124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7269959476007745124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-oink-oink.html' title='post-oink oink!'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SnLCK7Q75EI/AAAAAAAAAMk/h8IojmvBcW0/s72-c/tig-swineflu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-4387239847966080766</id><published>2009-07-12T12:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:26:07.938+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some that Require Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>my bestfriends</title><content type='html'>Sudah lama gak kontak sama temen2 di Indonesia. paling ya every now and then klo pada nongol di facebook. kangen sih. pingin jalan2. gak pernah ada kabar dari dummies (my bestest girls). terakhir kali kontak itu beberapa bulan yg lalu, yang aku tau omen sibuk sama kerjanya, bibi msh di temanggung mencoba cari kerja, chio sedang hamil, mithul direpotkan dengan kerja plus garap skripsi. maya &amp;amp; annis gimana kabarnya? entahlah. enggak ada kontak sm skali. semua orang sibuk sm urusan masing2.&lt;br /&gt;should i be cranky about it? knp mereka gak ada hubungin aku? apa harus aku yg kontak duluan? lagi? ENGGAK. mereka temen2 terbaikku, aku sayang mereka. aku pikir sangat nggak adil untuk mutusin persahabatan yg bertahun2 ini cm karna kami gak ada kontak langsung. selfish sekali kalo kesannya mereka harus hubungin aku karna kami ini besties. aku tau mereka baik2 aja, mereka sayang dan selalu mikirin aku walau itu enggak tertuang di beberapa baris SMS ato wall post. sama kayak aku, aku enggak kontak mereka bukan berarti aku gak mikirin mereka. aku percaya kalo mereka butuh aku mereka pasti hubungin aku. jadi, cuma temen kalo ada butuhnya? ya enggak lah. aku selalu ada, begitu juga mereka. kami ini bintang untuk satu sama lain, hanya terlihat kalau gelap, tapi kami selalu ada di situ.&lt;br /&gt;imu ilu, girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-4387239847966080766?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4387239847966080766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=4387239847966080766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4387239847966080766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4387239847966080766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bestfriends.html' title='my bestfriends'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7420259338011732867</id><published>2009-07-05T16:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:51:54.357+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Spellcheck</title><content type='html'>This what too much World of Warcraft can do to you, especially if you are in the same guild as I am. There is a virus called the Jaya virus which spreads very rapidly and affects many, men and women, young and old, noob and nerd. The virus infects especially your brains and fingers and everything in between that what you think can not be transfered to literal forms. Your brains and fingers fail to synchronise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is some example of the effects of the virus (it's alright to not understand them):&lt;br /&gt;- serkal (circle)&lt;br /&gt;- extincked (extict)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;eny (any)&lt;br /&gt;- gess (guess)&lt;br /&gt;- jenral (general)&lt;br /&gt;- cous (coz, cuz, cos)&lt;br /&gt;- finely (finally)&lt;br /&gt;- bisnus (business)&lt;br /&gt;- scarkasem (sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;- teribal (terrible)&lt;br /&gt;- dose (does)&lt;br /&gt;- agen (again)&lt;br /&gt;- loos (lose)&lt;br /&gt;- thiry (theory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them may appear as typos, but I assure you that they are not as they are typed so many times in the way I have shown you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion is that you avoid my guild if you ever play World of Warcraft (that if you play the awesome Horde, of course)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7420259338011732867?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7420259338011732867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7420259338011732867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7420259338011732867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7420259338011732867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/spellcheck.html' title='Spellcheck'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-4475864501300468779</id><published>2009-06-26T08:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:31:44.918+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bite of News'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SkQDtSPbEgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/824Q0LBPTbw/s1600-h/Mj872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SkQDtSPbEgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/824Q0LBPTbw/s320/Mj872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351406333748515330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first news I received this morning is, 'Michael Jackson died!' I am not sure why he died but news said he died from a heart attack this morning and his heart had stopped beating even before they took him to UCLA medical centre. He died at the age of 50. He left behind three children, 2 boys and a girl. poor kids!&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a lot of awesome songs, didn't he? Billie Jean, Beat It, Black or White, Smooth Criminal, etc. But there are two that are always my favourite, Heal the World and Will  You be There? and to remember all his great work I embed 'Will You be There?' for you and myself.&lt;br /&gt;It is too bad really, he was gonna have a tour soon. Some suspected that might have caused his heart attack. He must have worked hard to prepare for this tour. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, let's just hope God has mercy on his soul. Rest in peace, Jacko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-4475864501300468779?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4475864501300468779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=4475864501300468779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4475864501300468779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4475864501300468779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-dead.html' title='Michael Jackson Dead'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SkQDtSPbEgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/824Q0LBPTbw/s72-c/Mj872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-4817062690197874840</id><published>2009-06-23T10:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:32:15.005+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SkAnRoft0OI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DTJbdQOk_kM/s1600-h/Picture0658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SkAnRoft0OI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DTJbdQOk_kM/s320/Picture0658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350319541197852898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have winter flu. Work is not gonna be fun today. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-4817062690197874840?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4817062690197874840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=4817062690197874840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4817062690197874840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4817062690197874840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SkAnRoft0OI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DTJbdQOk_kM/s72-c/Picture0658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1776045352780143655</id><published>2009-06-21T00:11:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:32:05.594+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SjzwMZx4NGI/AAAAAAAAAME/XnH4hN9e2zk/s1600-h/DSCN0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SjzwMZx4NGI/AAAAAAAAAME/XnH4hN9e2zk/s320/DSCN0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414553278493794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was my birthday yesterday. Me and Jordan went out for dinner with a couple of friends from Subway and their husbands (except Dhruv of course who did not have a husband because it would've been a worry if he had had a husband since he was male lol and I believe he still is.) I originally planned to have dinner at a steak restaurant in the city but it was full so we went to a chinese restaurant in Dickson. It turned out to be a great choice because Dhruv was a vegetarian and the food there was fantastic. We all chose different food so we could have each other's food (Kate's mongolian lamb was exceptional it was the best!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the special present I got this year is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Sjzv5esaORI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CslFlGgfNYI/s1600-h/Picture0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/Sjzv5esaORI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CslFlGgfNYI/s320/Picture0653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349414228180220178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Nikon Coolpix P80, 18x digital zoom, 27-486mm (whatever that means!), 10.1MP, ISO 6400. Pretty cool, eh? thanx to the super husband of course for expanding the budget up to $50 lol. So yeh, that's my new toy. I have been taking a lot of pictures with that, nearly countless, and I am figuring out how it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I took some fotos of the new apartment on facebook. not everyone can have an access to it tho, let me know if you want to have a look, i'll let u see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1776045352780143655?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1776045352780143655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1776045352780143655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1776045352780143655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1776045352780143655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SjzwMZx4NGI/AAAAAAAAAME/XnH4hN9e2zk/s72-c/DSCN0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3692507488449284659</id><published>2009-06-04T23:42:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:52:47.790+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>new apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SifRpEJ9AHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S7P46rmoDAQ/s1600-h/Picture0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SifRpEJ9AHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S7P46rmoDAQ/s200/Picture0648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343469986318712946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cuma mau bilang, sudah pindah di apartment baru. masih sangat berantakan. apalagi td baru ngerakit tempat tidur. cm ada sofa, snuggle, sm tipi yg ditaro di lante.  coffee table, lamp table, bedside table, sm stools-nya belon dirakit. mungkin minggu depan baru kelar semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: dimarahin boss gila/galak/nyebelin*) gara2 telat 5 menit. padahal dia utang gajiku 2 jam &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: *) jangan pilih salah satu (semuanya bener)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-3692507488449284659?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3692507488449284659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3692507488449284659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3692507488449284659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3692507488449284659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-apartment.html' title='new apartment'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SifRpEJ9AHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/S7P46rmoDAQ/s72-c/Picture0648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3415976237742369925</id><published>2009-05-31T17:05:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:40:59.336+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Hero of War</title><content type='html'>Jordan found this cool song "Hero of War" by Rise Against. It's a sad, touching song and yet pretty well.. cool. awesome. I wanted to embed the video here but I can't. However, you can access the video through youtube.com or click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpnWgCVfAxw"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I embed the song on the right-hand side of this page, on "enjoy". so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;here's the lyrics if you want to sing along or understand and contemplate or do whatever with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HERO OF WAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(Rise Against)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;He said "Son, have you seen the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, what would you say if I said that you could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just carry this gun and you'll even get paid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I said "That sounds pretty good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Black leather boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Spit-shined so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They cut off my hair but it looked alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We marched and we sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We all became friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As we learned how to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A hero of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah that's what I'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And when I come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They'll be damn proud of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll carry this flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To the grave if I must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Because it's a flag that I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And a flag that I trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I kicked in the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I yelled my commands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The children, they cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But I got my man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We took him away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A bag over his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;From his family and his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They took off his clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They pissed in his hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I told them to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But then I joined in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We beat him with guns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And batons not just once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But again and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A hero of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah that's what I'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And when I come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They'll be damn proud of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'll carry this flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;To the grave if I must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Because it's a flag that I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And a flag that I trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She walked through bullets and haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I asked her to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I begged her to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But she pressed on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I lifted my gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I fired away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The shells jumped through the smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And into the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That the blood now had soaked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;She collapsed with a flag in her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A flag white as snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A hero of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Is that what they see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just medals and scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So damn proud of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I brought home that flag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now it gathers dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But it's a flag that I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's the only flag I trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;He said, "Son, have you seen the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well what would you say, if I said that you could?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-3415976237742369925?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3415976237742369925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3415976237742369925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3415976237742369925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3415976237742369925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/jordan-found-this-cool-song-hero-of-war.html' title='Hero of War'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1653986752457220186</id><published>2009-05-21T23:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:30:38.596+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>Kodel</title><content type='html'>Liaaaaatttt, sapa yang udah gede...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/ShVW-Jkdw1I/AAAAAAAAALk/OpRs9gwHBqI/s1600-h/kodel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/ShVW-Jkdw1I/AAAAAAAAALk/OpRs9gwHBqI/s320/kodel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338268559038333778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodeeeeeellll... auntie kangen. tunggu ya, klo auntie pulang ntar dibawain oleh2 yg banyaaaakkk hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1653986752457220186?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1653986752457220186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1653986752457220186' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1653986752457220186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1653986752457220186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/kodel.html' title='Kodel'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/ShVW-Jkdw1I/AAAAAAAAALk/OpRs9gwHBqI/s72-c/kodel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1505707271300589946</id><published>2009-05-20T11:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:49:00.494+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>bingung mau kasih judul apa</title><content type='html'>Hari ini hari Rabu. libur kerja (horeee!!!) jadi seharian ini rencananya mau naikin level Andally, until at least she hits 60. selain itu dapet amanat beresin dapur. ini tukang benerin vent-nya belon dateng juga. gak tau Jordan udah tlp ybs belon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minggu kemaren Jordan bersibuk2 ria nyari apartmen baru. alhamdulillah dapet dan bagus banget pula walopun cuma 1 kamar. tp jangan kuatir bagi yg pingin numpang bobok di apartmen baru kami, kami punya policy baru, kalian bisa nginep gratis gretongan lebih dari 3 hari tapi di laundry room, itung2 jagain mesin cuci/dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu lalu, lumayan kerja di subway. gajinya gak gede banget tp cukup lah buat belanja mingguan, nabung sebulan-2 bulan jg dah bisa beli komputer baru (komputer baru, weit por mi!) yes, i do need a new computer, soalnya ada battleground di WoW yg Cera gak kuat nampung. jadi butuh komputer baru with at least 2 GHz &amp;amp; 2GB of RAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah beberapa bulan ini juga saya pingin mendalami dunia fotography. so far modal saya cuma kamera digital sony cybershot yg serinya pun saya gak apal. rencananya kalo ada rejeki saya mau mengadoi diri saya sendiri kamera fujifilm S1500. katanya sih buat amatiran. ya cocok lah. mudah2an duit yg dialokasikan buat kamera tsb gak kepake buat beli make-up, boots, dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya sementara itu dulu aja lah. oya, dibawah ini akan saya cantumkan wishlist saya, moga2 ada yg tergerak hatinya buat mbeliin salah satunya (semuanya jg gak papa ding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMA'S WISHLIST:&lt;br /&gt;- komputer baru dgn spesifikasi minimal 2.5 GHz, 2GB RAM, seperated graphics card, 320 GB memory (tu gak susah kan?)&lt;br /&gt;- diamond studs&lt;br /&gt;- kamera Fujifilm S1500&lt;br /&gt;- jam tangan Tag Heuer Aquaracer yg agak pinki yg ada berliannya&lt;br /&gt;udah itu aja (lho kok itu aja??) makasih ya buat yg mau beliin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1505707271300589946?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1505707271300589946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1505707271300589946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1505707271300589946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1505707271300589946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/bingung-mau-kasih-judul-apa.html' title='bingung mau kasih judul apa'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2275847332697693144</id><published>2009-04-23T17:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:14:34.009+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>My New Life</title><content type='html'>When Jordan and I were moving to Canberra, we knew we were starting a new life then. A whole different life than before; a new house, a new car, a new lifestyle, etc. A new life as a couple. Now that I have been here for a few months, I think I'm about to have a new life as Dama, as an individual, as an independent big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started a few weeks ago when Jordan and I ran into a friend, Aidan, when we were doing grocery shopping. He said that he had a friend whose wife was the manager of Subway Canberra City and she was Indonesian. He said if I wanted to work there he could ask her if there was a spot there. One weekend, Aidan, his friend, Guy, and his wife, Anna, and Jordan and I met and had lunch together. We only talked very little about the job and she said she'd ask the owner if there was any spot at the shop. I didn't take anything seriously then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day when we were in Wollongong, Anna called me and asked how many work hours per week I wanted. I thought, "why would she ask that question if they didn't want me?" The day after that she messaged me if I could come for a training. I was a step closer to having a job! After a few days of 2-3 hours training a day, 2 days ago, Sharon, the owner wanted me to work from 8am to 1pm. That's 5 hours! I did it, not fantastically but well enough. Today I worked for 5 hours again but tomorrow I'm gonna only for 3 hours and i'm gonna catch the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm starting to have new friends or at least meet new people. We have even gone out to have dinner together last night and gone karaoke after that. It was so much fun, but most important of all they were all very welcoming, as though we had met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's a bit of a story about the new life. I don't care if you don't care really lol. Thanx for reading anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2275847332697693144?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2275847332697693144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2275847332697693144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2275847332697693144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2275847332697693144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-life.html' title='My New Life'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-5526441512789819606</id><published>2009-04-15T09:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:49:00.494+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>catch ups</title><content type='html'>It's been sooooooooo long I know!&lt;br /&gt;I lost my writing euphoria, it's been replaced by WoW and more WoW lol. Well, nothing exciting/new has been happening. Maybe some, I just couldn't bother writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now, where do I begin? I kinda forget heaps. Jordan has been wanting to go back to Indo, we are planning a long holiday for Ramadhan and Lebaran. We are still saving up some money, see how we go. If we really go, we'll be there for a month, visiting Jakarta, Jogja, maybe Purbalingga, Balikpapan, and Bali. OK, first news done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new toon on WoW and am loving it like heaps. It's a blood elf Paladin I call Andally, or Anda the Pally (yay Paladin!) I have deserted my Priest and Rogue, may give them some alone time lol. Nah, I'm just into my Pally at the moment and I'm struggling to gear up my Mage so I have no time for Priest and Rogue. Good thing is my guild mates are awesome, they help me gear up, like by giving me free cool gems and enchantments, taking me to dungeons, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the Aus-Indo language society thing (SELAI) at ANU. We watched Quickie Express and chatted and stuff. It was great because we got to see and talk to people. Jordan and I want to be members of SELAI and there is going to be a meeting tomorrow but it's going to be at 5-6pm and Jordan will still be at work. So maybe we will not be able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Easter Show last Friday from 2 to 7. It was great! it was like a massive fair. Too much to see in a day. We saw horses, eggs hatching, wood chopping, pigs (there's this ginormous pig, seriously it was as big as a cow, and no I'm not exaggerating, it was as big as a cow!) I went on the giant slide, sampled sambals which were rated 10++/10 (flaming hot), and bought a show bag. Show bags are bags with goodies from certain brands and sold for reasonably cheap prices. I bought mine from Cleo (the magazine) and I got a nice tote bag, 3 free magazines, a bottle of syrup, a purse, and I dunno what else I haven't really checked. There were heaps more of exciting attractions but we could not watch because I was very tired already. Photos are available on my Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last news is Jordan and I met with our friend, Aidan, and his friends. We had lunch at a yum cha restaurant (I love Yum Cha). His friend, Anna, is an Indo married to an Ozzie and now living here in Canberra and she is a manager of Subway at Civic. So a few days a go she asked me stuff like if I wanted to work at Subway how many hours I want etc etc. and she asked if I could come for a training there. So I went there yesterday and had the training. So I have a prospective job at Subway tho I still dunno when it's going to really happen. It was tiring yesterday, and it was only for 2 hours. I went home and collapsed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, we went to Hub last night. It's an Asian supermarket and it has heaps of goods from Asia so me likes it lol. We bought chillies last night and I had my second sambel terasi since I have been here lol. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all I can remember. I miss my friends. I miss Indo cuisine. Hopefully I can go home soon. Lata all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-5526441512789819606?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5526441512789819606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=5526441512789819606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5526441512789819606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5526441512789819606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/catch-ups.html' title='catch ups'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-9197731587063570886</id><published>2009-03-01T21:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:46:15.044+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>Blood Oath of the Horde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SapkuGXy0sI/AAAAAAAAALc/FCgFu4kKBuk/s1600-h/horde.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SapkuGXy0sI/AAAAAAAAALc/FCgFu4kKBuk/s320/horde.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308165853956723394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lok'tar ogar! Victory or death - it is these words that bind me to the Horde. For they are the most sacred and fundamental of truths to any warrior of the Horde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my flesh and blood freely to the Warchief. I am the instrument of my Warchief's desire. I am a weapon of my Warchief's command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment until the end of days I live and die - &lt;b&gt;FOR THE HORDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I shiver&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-9197731587063570886?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9197731587063570886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=9197731587063570886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/9197731587063570886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/9197731587063570886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/blood-oath-of-horde.html' title='Blood Oath of the Horde'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SapkuGXy0sI/AAAAAAAAALc/FCgFu4kKBuk/s72-c/horde.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3105827069338568841</id><published>2009-02-28T22:32:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:47:40.423+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>catch up</title><content type='html'>seharusnya banyak yg bisa ditulis karena udah lama bgt aku gak ngeblog. tp belon dapet moodnya nih. so i'll just try to write whatever i can write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah seminggu mbakcan balik ke Ozland. masih panas. jadwalnya sih baru nyampe Oz besok, tapi ganti tiket biar bisa di sini buat ultah Jordan (God i love u baby). so here I am again. seneng. sedih dikiiiiit ninggalin temen2 di jogja, but this is my home, so i'm home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... apa lagi ya? not much sih. back here means back to my normal dailies. bangun jam 9, main WoW, sarapan/makan siang, laundry, cuci piring, more WoW, setrika, more WoW, masak, more WoW. day in day out. gak bosen tu, if you're wondering. i like routines. cuma kesepian kadang2. tp Bondan sering online jd ada temen ngobrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wisuda berjalan dengan lancar. umm... agak tersendat2 di awal. tapi akhirnya beres semua. ibu dateng, Subibibabi &amp;amp; Bobo dateng (missed her sooo much, sayang gak ketemu lama), Yodim, sepupu2 juga dateng. seneng. gak ada tanggungan lagi, gak mesti mumet mikirin nilai ato skripsi lagi. sedih. i don't belong there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SakpgJQuALI/AAAAAAAAALM/_tp3aijwb9g/s1600-h/DSC05071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SakpgJQuALI/AAAAAAAAALM/_tp3aijwb9g/s320/DSC05071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307819268051435698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;di jogja kemaren sempet main (beneran main) sama temen2; Yodim, Vando, Upik Abu, Mbak Shinta, Mas Kiki, Bono (yg ini bukan temen, cuma dimanfaatin buat numpang mam hahah, piss Bon), Tavish, Fe, (Mita sama Andy gak diajak.) kita ke Ambarawa, tempatnya Bono, trus naik gunung (umm.. bukit ding) &amp;amp; candi Gedong Songo. camping semalem trus mandi2 di kolam air panas. it was my first experience and I loved it. senang, riang deh. (maap ya temen2, klo saya agak rewel, manja, capekan, dll.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SakvyuFRaSI/AAAAAAAAALU/S4sE2IKsJOI/s1600-h/DSC04827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SakvyuFRaSI/AAAAAAAAALU/S4sE2IKsJOI/s320/DSC04827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307826184242948386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SakkkcocV5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/HIAOrle2VqA/s1600-h/DSC04971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SakkkcocV5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/HIAOrle2VqA/s320/DSC04971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307813844412553106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemaren jg gak ada banyak main sama Mita. boro2 main, ketemu berapa kali aja bisa diitung pake jari. ya, maklum baru jadian dan ntar lg ditinggal pulang. selama di sana tetep kangen bgt sm Mita. dulu, kalo nginep di rumahnya, pagi2 udah nge-teh bareng, ngerumpi panjang x lebar x tinggi, trus nongkrong bareng aja seharian, di ruang minum ato di mana gitu. malemnya sebelum bobok masih ngerumpi lg, di kamarnya ato lewat Y!m klo aku pulang ke kos. tp ya gpp. eh tapi bukannya gak ketemu sama skali lho, ketemu pas aku ada butuhnya hahahaha. enggak ding. eh iya ding =d. just wanted to give her some space with the bf. i missed her then. miss her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp kemaren kan tetep ada CBB dan Yodim (I really should call him 'mas', not only because he's ooooold but also because he acts like a 'mas'), dan Heru. sempet makan bareng, beli cangcut dan beha bareng hahaha. ada Maya n Shinta juga, yg mau2nya aku tebengin mam, bobok, pup, dll. you're indeed great friends. tiba2 kangen Maya. kangen ketawa2 gak jelas, nyanyi dangdut, bahkan kangen dimarah2in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebaliknya ke sini aku... oh ya ya, tadi udah cerita. blon ke mana2, kecuali beberapa mall hahaha always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah ah aku ngantuk banget. besok2 lagi lah ya. pokoknya udah update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-3105827069338568841?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3105827069338568841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3105827069338568841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3105827069338568841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3105827069338568841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/catch-up.html' title='catch up'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SakpgJQuALI/AAAAAAAAALM/_tp3aijwb9g/s72-c/DSC05071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8185796010382033314</id><published>2009-02-01T18:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:35:37.620+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>Another Confession to Make</title><content type='html'>The photos are real, the kissing is not. lol. That girl is Maya, one of my bestiest and the funniest. I do love her, NOT in a romantic way hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not lesbian lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8185796010382033314?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8185796010382033314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8185796010382033314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8185796010382033314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8185796010382033314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-confession-to-make.html' title='Another Confession to Make'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-4949193091730687207</id><published>2009-01-30T01:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T02:19:41.188+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>A Confession to Make</title><content type='html'>So yes, I love this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SYHFOgVCYVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6J9q7EkWZx4/s1600-h/Picture0587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SYHFOgVCYVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6J9q7EkWZx4/s320/Picture0587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296731489751425362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SYHFO8ZHl1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/luZMW9aoqt0/s1600-h/Picture0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SYHFO8ZHl1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/luZMW9aoqt0/s320/Picture0591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296731497284736850" 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/8600900715799973351-4949193091730687207?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4949193091730687207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=4949193091730687207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4949193091730687207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4949193091730687207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/confession-to-make.html' title='A Confession to Make'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SYHFOgVCYVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6J9q7EkWZx4/s72-c/Picture0587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1813931908153246401</id><published>2009-01-20T13:50:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:56:47.396+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying to be Artsy'/><title type='text'>Playtime</title><content type='html'>I went all crazy with my camera yesterday, trying to do macro and stuff. I effed up a lot lol but here is some of my work that's not too shite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-cKrCkpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pWQP8FHmMYo/s1600-h/DSC04545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293205590666023570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-cKrCkpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pWQP8FHmMYo/s320/DSC04545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendok Garpu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-cQlockI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uq0v47Y3a2A/s1600-h/DSC04577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293205592253952578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-cQlockI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uq0v47Y3a2A/s320/DSC04577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotch Brite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-cT8VTOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6E2h4NMVq8E/s1600-h/DSC04589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293205593154473186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-cT8VTOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6E2h4NMVq8E/s320/DSC04589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking me Es Jeruk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-c-2bHrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FRG6xgm8hv0/s1600-h/DSC04592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293205604672413362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-c-2bHrI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FRG6xgm8hv0/s320/DSC04592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayam Panggang dengan Nasi Kuning, Ya Mbak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-cz2GTNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/f8nDa0jQz80/s1600-h/DSC04614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293205601718258898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-cz2GTNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/f8nDa0jQz80/s320/DSC04614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Take Better Pictures than You Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-xaTQObI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/igJBDHylgqU/s1600-h/DSC04624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293205955638475186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-xaTQObI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/igJBDHylgqU/s320/DSC04624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give Me a Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-xik1_EI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LRKxn4yICU4/s1600-h/DSC04643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293205957859736642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-xik1_EI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LRKxn4yICU4/s320/DSC04643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Angkringan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's still heaps I need to learn about photography. But I'll just take one step at a time, and don't expect me to learn quick, I'm an effin' slow learner. This is just a hobby anyway, nothing serious will come out of this lol.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to learn as much as possible. Your advice is greatly appreciated. Thanx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1813931908153246401?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1813931908153246401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1813931908153246401' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1813931908153246401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1813931908153246401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/playtime.html' title='Playtime'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SXU-cKrCkpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pWQP8FHmMYo/s72-c/DSC04545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8198196736041596969</id><published>2009-01-19T21:20:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:42:55.763+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Forget Us Not</title><content type='html'>Brendan is going home. It's gonna be just me and Vando after tomorrow. Umm not exactly. Vando is going home, too, for Chinese New Year. It's gonna be me, myself, and I. Alone. They haven't left yet, but I feel like I'm alone already.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard seeing Brendan packing his stuff and everything, I can't stand it. But I can't leave, either. He doesn't wanna be alone. We've only got about 24 hours or so together until God knows when we can meet again.&lt;br /&gt;But at least we had such great times together, me, Vando, and Brendan (and Heru too, sometimes.) Honestly, it's not the goodbye that devastates me. It's the great chance we won't be the same ever again. That scary thought haunts me. Everything's too good, and it's true, but it's changing.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever happens to us, I hope all the memories live within each of us for the rest of our lives. God bless America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8198196736041596969?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8198196736041596969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8198196736041596969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8198196736041596969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8198196736041596969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/forget-us-not.html' title='Forget Us Not'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-409933552421059517</id><published>2009-01-17T13:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:37:07.847+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Not knowing what is going on sucks. Not knowing what's going on with yourself sucks even more.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for reading such crap like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-409933552421059517?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/409933552421059517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=409933552421059517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/409933552421059517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/409933552421059517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-827000319337254938</id><published>2009-01-09T17:05:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:30:10.056+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bite of News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>UFO WRECKED BRITISH WIND TURBINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SWbqEbtZTAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/P-eUs_8ygDE/s1600-h/turbine.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SWbqEbtZTAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/P-eUs_8ygDE/s200/turbine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289172174271761410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;London, Jan 8 (IANS) A giant wind farm turbine in Britain was "wrecked" by a mystery aircraft - probably an alien spacecraft, a tabloid reported Thursday. The Sun said the turbine at Conisholme in eastern England lost a 66-feet blade and had another badly damaged at 4 a.m. Sunday - after locals spotted strange lights streaking towards the 290-foot-high generator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thaindian.com/newsportal/world-news/ufo-wrecked-british-wind-turbine_100139938.html"&gt;[read more]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percaya nggak sih? Saya sih percaya nggak percaya. Habis, walopun ada banyak cerita soal alien tapi nggak pernah ada yang terjadinya di deket-deket saya. Selalu terjadi di negara lain. Mungkin sih, ada yang terjadi di Indonesia, tapi nggak pernah ada bukti ato beritanya. Apa alien takut ya dateng ke Indonesia? Karena walopun di sini teknologinya belum canggih, tapi orang-orangnya sangar-sangar dan nekat. Liat aja, rusuh lagi, rusuh lagi. Ato kayak beberapa tahun kemaren, bom bunuh diri. Ck ck ck. Ato mungkin juga, males aja. Ngapain coba ke Indonesia? Nggak ada yang bisa 'diambil.' Kayak saya bilang tadi, teknologi di sini belum canggih. Ya jelas mereka milih ke Amerika, ato kayak kemaren, ke Inggris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi beneran nggak sih alien itu ada? Kalo enggak, sapa dong yang ngerusakin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turbine&lt;/span&gt; itu? Gila lu ndro, itu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turbine&lt;/span&gt; nggak main-main gedenya, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naudzubillah&lt;/span&gt;. Jangan-jangan kekuatiran temen saya, Made, bener adanya. Alien mau menyerang bumi. Mampus! Bisa-bisa alibi saya untuk nggak keluar rumah sendirian jadi kenyataan, diculik! Kalopun saya keluarnya nggak sendirian, sangat mungkin alien-alien itu berani menculik saya sekaligus orang yang bersama saya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wong&lt;/span&gt; travel antar-planet aja berani, mosok culik2-3 ato bahkan serombongan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gang&lt;/span&gt; saya nggak berani. Nggak masuk akal kan? Kalo sudah gitu, kapan dong saya keluar rumahnya? Kapan belanjanya? Kapan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dolan&lt;/span&gt; sama temen-temen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhh... Berdoa aja, kalopun alien beneran ada, mereka bukan makhluk yang jahat. Asumsikan saja soal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turbine&lt;/span&gt; itu mereka nggak sengaja ngerusakinnya. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&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/8600900715799973351-827000319337254938?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/827000319337254938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=827000319337254938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/827000319337254938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/827000319337254938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/ufo-wrecked-british-wind-turbine.html' title='UFO WRECKED BRITISH WIND TURBINE'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SWbqEbtZTAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/P-eUs_8ygDE/s72-c/turbine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-5901623873905732626</id><published>2009-01-07T20:56:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:21:30.993+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Bite of News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Kids Elope For Africa Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Young romantic Mika, six, and his seven-year-old girlfriend Anna Bell were so enamoured with each other they planned an escape to tie the knot in warmer climes.&lt;br /&gt;Dragging along Mika's sister Anna-Lena, aged five, the kids packed three suitcases "filled with food, swimming costumes, a lilo, and even sunglasses," said police spokesman Holger Jureczko.&lt;br /&gt;The idea for the romantic trip began when Mika told the two girls about his recent holiday in Italy. They decided to head for Africa while their families slept on New Year's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/5/20090106/twl-kids-elope-for-africa-wedding-3fd0ae9.html"&gt;[read more]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/5/20090106/twl-kids-elope-for-africa-wedding-3fd0ae9.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.news.yahoo.com/5/20090106/twl-kids-elope-for-africa-wedding-3fd0ae9.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a beatiful thing when it's just love. You know what I mean? Look at these kids. All they knew is just they loved each other and they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with each other, or that was the idea, and they wanted to start the commitment in a nice sunny place. I mean we, adult, would go to a nice place with white sandy beach, stay at a five-star hotel suite, etc. such as Hawaii or Maldives or Bali. But they wanted to go to Africa. All they knew was that Africa was sunny place and they wanted to go there, not knowing how to get there or where to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And marriage! It is a wonderful thing, but it comes in a package. A lot fights over small things, like the groceries, chores, even side of bed, coping with differences, compromising, etc. But did they think about it? I don't think so. Love is just love to them. Pure. Simple. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, at some stage, we need to think like kids. See things as they're supposed to be seen. See only the yin, worry about the yang later. Well OK, it may be easier said than done, but we can at least give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-5901623873905732626?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5901623873905732626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=5901623873905732626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5901623873905732626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5901623873905732626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-elope-for-africa-wedding.html' title='Kids Elope For Africa Wedding'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2535807042388373484</id><published>2009-01-05T22:23:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:30:30.228+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>The Magnificent 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2008 was one of, if not, the most hectic years of my life.&lt;/span&gt; Awal tahun kemaren saya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got hitched&lt;/span&gt;, alias mengakhiri masa djalang (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;), on 18th Jan. Selang kurang lebih 2 minggu kemudian (31/01/08), My Chemical Romance, band favorit saya, manggung di Jakarta dan saya batal nonton karena 2 hari setelah manggungnya Gerard Way dkk. saya harus sibuk jd boneka pelaminan buwat resepsi ke-2 di Balikpapan (02/02/08).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi penganten baru, bukannya menikmati hidup bareng, saya malah harus terbang ke Jogja tercinta untuk urusan kampus yg gak kelar2 juga sementara Masgan harus kembali ke ibukota nan lebih kejam dr ibu tiri. Urusan penganten baru pun tertunda 2 minggu. Rute Jogja-Jakarta harus saya tempuh berkali-kali untuk urusan kampus lagi, kampus lagi &gt;_&lt;, lebih tepatnya KKN (udah bayar, urusannya panjaaaaaaaaang, ngalahin uler tangga). Sedang sibuk-sibuknya ngurus ini-itunya KKN, ibu kos mengabarkan pada saya bahwa saya nggak boleh kos di situ lagi karena saya sudah menikah (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't ask me &lt;/span&gt;apa hubungannya, karna saya juga gak ngerti).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal Juli saya dan 30an temen-temen diberangkatkan ke Purbalingga, region ngapak di barat Jawa Tengah. 2 bulan kerja keras demi nilai A. Alhamdulillah dapet. Gak cuma nilai, saya juga dapet banyak banget pengalaman, temen, keluarga, kenangan, dan telor asin (makasih Pak Buncit). Di sela-sela naik turun bukit, gatel-gatel, dan kedinginan, saya harus mengurus visa yang berbelit-belit, sementara saya tidak di Jakarta (bayangin betapa repotnya, ato jangan deh, ntar situ malah repot sendiri).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjuangan saya sebagai mahasiswa semester banyak nggak berenti sampek situ. Pulang dari KKN, akhir Agustus, saya harus langsung berkutat dengan skripsi yang harusnya sudah saya kerjain dari kemaren-kemaren. Urusan ini-itu skripsi mengharuskan saya tinggal di Jogja, terpisah dari suami saya yang ganteng. Untungnya hari pertama puasa, beberapa hari setelah penarikan KKN, saya bisa minggat sejenak ke Jakarta untuk sahur dan buka bareng suami saya yang ganteng itu dan mengurus tetek bengek visa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke Jogja, saya berkesempatan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hang out&lt;/span&gt; dengan temen-temen baru yang sangat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;. Hampir setiap hari main bareng orang-orang yang sama &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and we grew closer every day&lt;/span&gt;. Puasa bukannya banyakin ibadah, saya malah banyak ngabisin waktu di tempat bilyar, tempat karaoke dan pulang pagi (maaf tante Tiesye, tapi itu Mita yang ngajakin.) Waktu saya mudik lebaran ada kira-kira 8 temen-temen hore yang nganterin ke bandara (ngalah-ngalahin yang nganter haji.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari sebelum lebaran, saya dapet kabar bahwa permohonan visa saya diterima. Senengnyaaaaaaa. Hari pertama lebaran, saya dapet surprise lagi. Sepupu favorit saya, Mbak Iyung, diam-diam sudah beranak pinak, mana anaknya lucu banget lagi. Namanya Kodel (see "&lt;a href="http://damanewton.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-cherub.html"&gt;Little Cherub&lt;/a&gt;") Lebaran kemaren itu jadi kesempatan saya kumpul sama keluarga besar sebelum berangkat ke Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hoooooh kok panjang ya?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ke Jogja, saya masih jadi sangat sangat sangat sibuk. Main (dengan alasan menikmati hari-hari terakhir di Jogja,) ngerjain skripsi, nguber-nguber dosen, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;packing&lt;/span&gt;. Semua saya kerjain nyaris di detik-detik terakhir, kecuali mainnya. Untungnya semua beres. Pendadaran berhasil saya lewatin walo nilainya nggak begitu memuaskan (B+). Selesai pendadaran, saya MASIH harus berurusan sama skripsi. Revisi lebih tepatnya. Sampek sekarang revisi yang dimaksud belum beres juga. Bukannya belum dikerjain, tp belum dapet tanda tangan dari dosen-dosen penguji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hari setelah pendadaran, saya, suami saya yang ganteng, dan keluarga saya liburan ke Bali. Keluarga saya belum pernah ke Bali (ya Alloh, yang bener?? iya, bener.) Tapi sekarang udah pernah, wekk. Walopun liburan mereka nggak lengkap karena Waterbom tutup waktu kami di sana. Tapi nggak papa. 3 hari di Bali, keluarga saya pulang, ke peraduan masing-masing (Ibu ke Balikpapan, Tiwul ke Solo, Tole ke Jogja.) Hari yang sama, saya dan suami saya yang ganteng bertolak ke Sydney. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Migrating&lt;/span&gt;. Kayak burung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe di Australia, saya masih belom bisa leha-leha. Kami, penganten yang sudah nggak baru lagi, harus mumet cari tempat tinggal di Canberra (secara Jordan baru mulai kerja di Canberra.) Mumet met met. Detik-detik terakhir, setelah aplikasi sewa rumah ditolak berkali-kali, kami dapet juga rumah. Unit kecil tp sangat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comfy&lt;/span&gt;.  Sampe blog ini anda-anda baca, kami masih tinggal di sini (mudah-mudahan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoooohhh akhirnya kelar juga. Hepi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ending&lt;/span&gt; kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Semoga kalian nggak ketiduran waktu baca ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2535807042388373484?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2535807042388373484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2535807042388373484' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2535807042388373484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2535807042388373484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/magnificent-2008.html' title='The Magnificent 2008'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3705394977726883468</id><published>2008-12-28T22:03:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:32:57.247+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Body Surfing</title><content type='html'>It was a sunny day today. After taking Mbak Lia back to Cronulla, me, Jordan, and Jordan's parents went to the beach (I've been wanting to go since yesterday and have been wearing my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kostum berenang&lt;/span&gt;, a bikini top and board shorts, for 2 days lol.)  i was so excited when  we got the beach. Jordan brought with us a body surf board (we tried to body surf in Kuta without it, absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nggak enak&lt;/span&gt;) so I can finally have a proper surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in the friggen cold water and I tried to surf as soon as I see a nice wave. SUCCESSFUL. It was the ONLY time I got to body surf nicely and properly. I tried again several times after the 1st attempt, total failure. Jordan's father, Brendan, helped me got on bigger waves but I was too small I fell off the board all the time =(. Seeing there was no hope, Brendan decided to get out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I made several more failures, Jordan wanted to have a go himself. He went to the deeper water and I went following him. He did good a couple of times. I kept watching him to see how I could properly do it. I didn't realise the wave dragged me to the ocean I went further and further from the beach and I could not walk against the current because I was small and not strong enough. I started to get a bit worried but I still could see Jordan so I calmed myself down. I called Jordan so he could get me back. He looked very worried when he was coming my way. I was happy when he got me and dragged me back to the sand. He got really upset and so we went home =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-3705394977726883468?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3705394977726883468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3705394977726883468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3705394977726883468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3705394977726883468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/body-surfing.html' title='Body Surfing'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8260295310091537325</id><published>2008-12-26T14:17:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:50:04.491+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dama wishes you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MERRIEST CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPIEST NEW YEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8260295310091537325?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8260295310091537325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8260295310091537325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8260295310091537325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8260295310091537325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/dama-wishes-you-all-merriest-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2582553387467133286</id><published>2008-12-19T14:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:46:15.045+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>A Proud Member of the Horde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wow.allakhazam.com/wiki/the_horde"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SUsZYT9K5-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/WyYZanAgdrI/s400/horde.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281342893486434274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Sign of the Horde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A lot of you may have known that I dedicate &lt;/span&gt;a lot of my time to this game (I refuse to say I'm addicted because I'm NOT, I still have a life, thank you very much.) I just decided to share a bit of me,  as the citizen of Azeroth. I have 8 or 9 toons, but I have three mains (If I were someone else I might say I have 1 main and 8 alts, but I love and play these 3 toons a lot so they're all my mains. And oh yeh, 'main' is a term used for a toon that a person plays most of the time or their fave, 'alt' is alternative, a term used to describe a toon that is played for pure fun (yes, there are some people who think WoW is a serious shit) and less important than a main). So here are my toons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SUsuAejbpwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CalFCvoZeLc/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_121908_155547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SUsuAejbpwI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CalFCvoZeLc/s200/WoWScrnShot_121908_155547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281365573758592770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name: Andayan&lt;br /&gt;Race: Blood Elf&lt;br /&gt;Class: Mage (Fire)&lt;br /&gt;Prof. 1: Miner&lt;br /&gt;Prof. 2: Skinner&lt;br /&gt;Current Level: 71&lt;br /&gt;(Posing in Blood Elf capital, Silvermoon City, in Winter Veil costume. Doesn't she look hot?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SUszsCcaxbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6A3_1A9-iLQ/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_121908_155157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SUszsCcaxbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6A3_1A9-iLQ/s200/WoWScrnShot_121908_155157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281371819685365170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name: Andaya&lt;br /&gt;Race: Troll&lt;br /&gt;Class: Priest (Holy)&lt;br /&gt;Prof. 1: Tailor&lt;br /&gt;Prof. 2: Miner&lt;br /&gt;Current Level: 28&lt;br /&gt;(In front of the 'traditional' house of the Troll in Troll and Orc capital, Orgrimmar, wearing the guild tabard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SUs1BnT6KQI/AAAAAAAAAII/SzMqgxaaLYM/s1600-h/WoWScrnShot_121908_161346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SUs1BnT6KQI/AAAAAAAAAII/SzMqgxaaLYM/s200/WoWScrnShot_121908_161346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281373289870665986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name: Anday&lt;br /&gt;Race: Undead&lt;br /&gt;Class: Rogue (Assasination)&lt;br /&gt;Prof. 1: Skinner&lt;br /&gt;Prof. 2: Leatherworker&lt;br /&gt;Current Level: 24&lt;br /&gt;(In her home city, Undercity. Undeads used to be humans but dead and resurrected. The bat in the background is a 'taxi')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are members of the Horde (Orc, Troll, Undead, Tauren, Blood Elf), the opponent of the Alliance (Human, Dwarf, Night Elf, Gnome, Draenei), and also the member of a very fun friendly guild, Saints of Darkness. In the guild, people call me Anda, tho some of them know my real name, and I am one of the officers in the guild. A lot of my guild mates are so much better players than I am because they spend more time playing the game and because I'm not a fast learner =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have bored you with this post. I just thought I'd let you know who I was in my other world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FOR THE HORDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2582553387467133286?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2582553387467133286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2582553387467133286' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2582553387467133286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2582553387467133286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/proud-member-of-horde.html' title='A Proud Member of the Horde'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SUsZYT9K5-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/WyYZanAgdrI/s72-c/horde.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2598736355324334964</id><published>2008-12-16T12:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:22:51.967+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>x-mas and stuff</title><content type='html'>It's nearly x-mas, well I guess you've all figured that out. What is so special about x-mas this year? (oh I'm struggling, I dunno what to write) Well, I'm in Australia for a start. It's all so different here. X-mas decorations are everywhere so are sales and discounts (oh sooo tempting). The gov't here has given $ 1,000 to people so they can spend their money which in turn will help the economy. It's too bad, tho, that they don't give ME that money. I could've helped them. Other people may spend only half of that money while I would spend it all. Too bad. For me and for them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened since my last post. I'm enjoying my life as a housewife. I get to play WoW in between doing chores. Oh, I (and Jordan) met with Hera's friend, Rachelle, to give her her choki-chokis. We met with an old friend, too, Aidan (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gantengnyaaaa&lt;/span&gt;) and had dinner at a Japanese Restaurant "&lt;a href="http://www.wagamama.com.au/"&gt;Wagamama&lt;/a&gt;". It was great.&lt;br /&gt;We have been going back to Shellie on the last 2 weekends. It's great that Jordan's parents gave us a really nice rice cooker so I can eat rice again (yay!) We had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi capcay &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambel&lt;/span&gt; 2 nights ago and it was Awesome (mind the capital A.)&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we hope to watch carol here in the Nation's Capital. I hope to do some shopping, shopping, not grocery shopping, before x-mas. Now, I gotta log off and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2598736355324334964?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2598736355324334964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2598736355324334964' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2598736355324334964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2598736355324334964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-mas-and-stuff.html' title='x-mas and stuff'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2149749592972343172</id><published>2008-12-04T20:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:22:25.167+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>So, new home, finally, after stressful search for a place to live and settle down. This place is a small unit. Only a bit bigger than my old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kos&lt;/span&gt; room. But it's very tidy and comfy, and it's fully furnished so we can save up some money for the time being. We're going to need it soon, for furniture and maybe a car. We're going to live in this unit for six months then we are going to look for more of a long-term apartment. I hope it will be easier than last time now that we have rental history and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fotos of our new home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/STiPiybNp2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/9jeZuYenKLQ/s1600-h/DSC04405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/STiPiybNp2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/9jeZuYenKLQ/s320/DSC04405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276124791278774114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bedroom which I managed to keep tidy the last 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Froggy likes our bedroom, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/STiOgAohUeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HcNOo4neTYE/s1600-h/DSC04406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/STiOgAohUeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/HcNOo4neTYE/s320/DSC04406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276123644041449954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Correct! The bathroom&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/STiQj8Mc--I/AAAAAAAAAHg/PW2rsopNwuc/s1600-h/DSC04407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/STiQj8Mc--I/AAAAAAAAAHg/PW2rsopNwuc/s320/DSC04407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276125910592715746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lounge and dining table, which Cera has taken full control of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, Cera and Toshie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/STiS2oedP_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Me_gpJw_p_Q/s1600-h/DSC04408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/STiS2oedP_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Me_gpJw_p_Q/s320/DSC04408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276128430740291570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The kitchen, my 'area of control' (isn't it, Darl?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2149749592972343172?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2149749592972343172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2149749592972343172' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2149749592972343172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2149749592972343172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/STiPiybNp2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/9jeZuYenKLQ/s72-c/DSC04405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8571170111125955082</id><published>2008-11-23T15:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:53:51.535+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>in Ozland</title><content type='html'>Mbakcan &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sudah sampai di&lt;/span&gt; Ozland a few days back. Nothing new. Oh maybe there is. I've installed The Wrath of the Lich King but I am still not interested in making a death knight. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Besok akan ke&lt;/span&gt; Canberra to inspect apartments. So maybe I won't be online until Tuesday night (here) or Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's sprrrrring here. Flowers everywhere, and wind! It's cold. Good thing I still have my big jacket here. Bad thing about the weather is, like winter, it makes me want to stay in bed all day long, so I feel warm (hahaha, it's merely an excuse to wake up late, I know you know haha.) Since I got here I have always woken up at 11.30am or 12.00pm haha. I know it's bad (hey, it's only 8am according to my biological clock, so I'm not doing bad really.)&lt;br /&gt;I have been missing the gang like really bad. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kangen &lt;/span&gt;Vando&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;especially (sorry bich!) Good thing is I have a broadband internet here, or just decent internet so I can video chat with them, or at least see their faces, you know just keeping in touch with them. It's great!&lt;br /&gt;So, at the moment, I'm at Cooper's (and it's NOT a dog's name. He's Jordan's friend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SSjcQ8fdFMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/75imPmn7R40/s1600-h/coops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271705547511239874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SSjcQ8fdFMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/75imPmn7R40/s200/coops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Cooper, Dowdell, Richie, and Cathy are playing Wii, Jordan is watching, I'm half watching them half typing this. Good thing I have Cera here to keep me occupied. Here's a pic of the band hehehe. The tall one in white is Matt Dowdell AKA Lord Eswhelpy, Richie's the one holding a mic, that's Jordan sitting (I believe you all know him), and the the only girl there is Cathy, Richie's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SSjcziisJKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iVqc1-7UF5M/s1600-h/Picture0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271706141840909474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SSjcziisJKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/iVqc1-7UF5M/s320/Picture0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;So that's a bit of an update from me. Missing Jogja like mad. Missing the gang even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yeh Coops, I stole your pic like you stole my chicken wings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8571170111125955082?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8571170111125955082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8571170111125955082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8571170111125955082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8571170111125955082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-ozland.html' title='in Ozland'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SSjcQ8fdFMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/75imPmn7R40/s72-c/coops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3816502732473335172</id><published>2008-11-12T03:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:22:02.254+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Pendadaran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRm_CEdyEpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9sXg4LbIxVE/s1600-h/DSC04126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRm_CEdyEpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9sXg4LbIxVE/s200/DSC04126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267451281465807506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was one of the most important days of my life. As important as 5 years 3 months 10 days ago when I got accepted to one of the oldest and most respected universities in Indonesia (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hueeeekkkk!!&lt;/span&gt;), Gadjah Mada. Today was the day that I ended it all. Tho it is not official yet, I'm no longer a student there. I did my graduation paper presentation (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;halah! mau ngomong pendadaran aja mbulet&lt;/span&gt;) today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it go you asked? (oh, you didn't? why not?) Well, I messed it up a bit. OK, OK, a lot! I talked to much and I found it hard to say what I wanted to say (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayak orang kasmaran hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;) I cut off when the examiners were asking questions before they finished what they meant to say, and I forgot to give references in my paper. So I sucked. Heaps. The examiners were nice enough tho they gave me a B+. I wanted at least an A-. But like I said I screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I am free now. Or maybe not really. I still have to finish the revision (faaaaaaaaaaaark!) But I can lay back a bit now (now? what do you mean 'now'? you have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been procrastinating -your recent fave word- all this time, you lazy but sexy piece of God's awesome creation!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-3816502732473335172?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3816502732473335172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3816502732473335172' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3816502732473335172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3816502732473335172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/pendadaran.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Pendadaran&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRm_CEdyEpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9sXg4LbIxVE/s72-c/DSC04126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-697950219571138416</id><published>2008-11-10T14:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:29:20.579+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>procrastinating</title><content type='html'>I should be studying, or cleaning up my room a bit, or taking out the garbage. But here I am. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-697950219571138416?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/697950219571138416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=697950219571138416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/697950219571138416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/697950219571138416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/procrastinating.html' title='procrastinating'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1084084293906431150</id><published>2008-11-10T05:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:11:47.594+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Cera = awesome distraction</title><content type='html'>It's 01.38 in the morning at the moment and, yes, I'm still up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ngapain&lt;/span&gt;? Trying to sort my stuff. My room is a total mess. It's terrible. Well, yeh I know, it's always a mess. But it's no joke this time, it's like 'whoaaa!!!' (what you saw that day thru webcam, Brendan, was nothing).  I wish I could just wink and things would sort themselves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRcxdoNB1lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cYLaNULA_rk/s1600-h/DSC04109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRcxdoNB1lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cYLaNULA_rk/s320/DSC04109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266732674311116370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRcyDxH69aI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BxTGi5LOBUk/s1600-h/DSC04110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRcyDxH69aI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BxTGi5LOBUk/s320/DSC04110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266733329540642210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRcylSr_rQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JZgFUbYhe54/s1600-h/DSC04111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRcylSr_rQI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JZgFUbYhe54/s320/DSC04111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266733905485999362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in the middle of sorting my clothes and everything then I saw Cera, sitting (or maybe sleeping) on my desk, and without realising it (which is kinda a lie) I turned her on, plugged my modem, and here I am, landed in virtual world, posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived here, in this boarding house for more than 5 years now. I cannot believe how much stuff I've got. Geez! I hate packing. I hate throwing away my stuff. I hate having to leave. I hate leaving things behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 01.58, and Cera is my Acer Aspire 4920.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1084084293906431150?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1084084293906431150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1084084293906431150' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1084084293906431150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1084084293906431150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/cera-awesome-distraction.html' title='Cera = awesome distraction'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SRcxdoNB1lI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cYLaNULA_rk/s72-c/DSC04109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8462564952000741022</id><published>2008-11-08T16:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:14:18.463+11:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU GET ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU GET ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Michelle Branch)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm a little left of center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a little out of tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some say I'm paranormal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I just bend their spoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who wants to be ordinary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a crazy, mixed-up world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care what they're sayin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as I'm your girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, you are on my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they, they just roll their eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When nobody understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You come and take the chance, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look inside my wild mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never knowing what you'll find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And still you want me all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, you get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what if I see the sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the pouring rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people think I'm crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you say it's okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've seen my secret garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where all of my flowers grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my imagination anything goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, I am all you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They, they just read me wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When nobody understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You come and hold my hand, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look inside my wild mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never knowing what you'll find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still you want me all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, you are on my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They, they just roll their eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When nobody understands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You come and take the chance, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When none of the pieces fits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make sense of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You look inside my wild mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never knowing what you'll find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And still I want you all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause you get me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, oh, yeah, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: One of my all-time fave songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8462564952000741022?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8462564952000741022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8462564952000741022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8462564952000741022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8462564952000741022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-get-me-michelle-branch-so-im-little.html' title='YOU GET ME'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8613266382786869504</id><published>2008-11-08T14:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:34:43.842+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Catatan Pagi Ini (Memoir of a Biach)</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 8 or 9 this morning. Too early, yes, for someone like me especially after a karaoke night last night. Me and the others came back home (me and Mitha, to Mitha's) at 2 in the morning. It was the first karaoke night after quite a while (hey?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[interrupted by Mitha who has now just returned from the bathroom, dumping shit, &lt;i&gt;mandi&lt;/i&gt;-ing, and smoking, getting dressed at the moment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days I have been strangely happy about something I am not sure of. Sometimes we just don't need a reason to be happy, do we? And I don't want to wonder why I have been happy, just let me be. I recall it was that day when me and the others went to see the ISI orchestra that I started to be happy, hours before the orchestra, actually. Oh the rain that day! The PPB-FIB short &lt;i&gt;jalan kaki&lt;/i&gt; trip. &lt;i&gt;Basah&lt;/i&gt;, but it was actually fun walking in the rain. Something about it. Just something about it. I feel lighter now, after very depressing pre-&lt;i&gt;pendadaran&lt;/i&gt; days. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I AM HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8613266382786869504?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8613266382786869504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8613266382786869504' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8613266382786869504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8613266382786869504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/catatan-pagi-ini-memoir-of-biach.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Catatan Pagi Ini&lt;/i&gt; (Memoir of a Biach)'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8145991682622361220</id><published>2008-11-04T13:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:27:54.327+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>it's WoW time!</title><content type='html'>When I went to Jakarta, I got to d.load the latest patch of World of Warcraft (3.0.2, Echoes of Doom), the pre-Wrath of the Lich King kinda patch. yeh, it's good, i haven't checked everything so I'm not sure. it has a lot of new things now, barbershop, glyphs, achievements, and inscription as a new profession (I'm still not interested in it tho).&lt;br /&gt;so it's now like, wake up, pee, cera on, then WoW every morning. old routines. same when i back home at night, cera on, WoW.&lt;br /&gt;yeh i know, u don't understand what i am talking about, but 'like i care, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gituh&lt;/span&gt;?' hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8145991682622361220?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8145991682622361220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8145991682622361220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8145991682622361220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8145991682622361220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-wow-time.html' title='it&apos;s WoW time!'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2807555901758083128</id><published>2008-10-31T12:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:38:54.274+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>tak berjudul</title><content type='html'>masih ngantuk, baru bangun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2807555901758083128?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2807555901758083128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2807555901758083128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2807555901758083128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2807555901758083128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/tak-berjudul.html' title='tak berjudul'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-365879185053409106</id><published>2008-10-28T02:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:24:43.029+11:00</updated><title type='text'>February?</title><content type='html'>So, ada perkembangan dr kehidupan pre-departure Mbakcan yg penuh intrik. ada kemungkinan mbakcan balik lg ke Indo (jogja) untuk wisuda bulan februari. it's a maybe tho, the indo kinda maybe. i hope we have the money for that, so everyone can be all happy about it (except jordan maybe, for it's his money). is 'everyone' including you? go ahead and nod. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-365879185053409106?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/365879185053409106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=365879185053409106' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/365879185053409106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/365879185053409106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/february.html' title='February?'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1526189233003925188</id><published>2008-10-27T02:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T03:18:08.983+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying to be Artsy'/><title type='text'>Mahakarya Bullshit</title><content type='html'>Some of my work using Paint. I use them as my background picture, depending on my mood.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSQE1ZQUVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A7-GPazUZ8A/s1600-h/agony.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSQE1ZQUVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A7-GPazUZ8A/s400/agony.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261488677402464594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(used when I am feeling depressed but sorta enjoying it. The red spot is blood, if you're wondering lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSSEXGOl5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VsQRHwZ0YII/s1600-h/butterfly.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSSEXGOl5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VsQRHwZ0YII/s400/butterfly.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261490868292851602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(used when I am happy)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSTPKQd9zI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sGF0e9Cx-Rk/s1600-h/celebrate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSTPKQd9zI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sGF0e9Cx-Rk/s400/celebrate.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261492153336330034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrating Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(used when everything goes right)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSUWaLgV9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Hr2dJ9xPyuQ/s1600-h/enlightened.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSUWaLgV9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Hr2dJ9xPyuQ/s400/enlightened.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261493377381193682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enlightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(used when my mood is fantastic and I have total control of myself)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSVsjGX7UI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jzuqF9NKAd0/s1600-h/smile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSVsjGX7UI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jzuqF9NKAd0/s400/smile.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261494857244339522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(used when everything's cool but I still need to remind myself to smile because life could be worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSX67P5QNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/li9Gq2Uo0hQ/s1600-h/zen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSX67P5QNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/li9Gq2Uo0hQ/s400/zen.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261497303268147410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(used when I am all hyped and need to lay back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1526189233003925188?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1526189233003925188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1526189233003925188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1526189233003925188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1526189233003925188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/mahakarya-bullshit.html' title='Mahakarya Bullshit'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SQSQE1ZQUVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/A7-GPazUZ8A/s72-c/agony.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-696765815534056511</id><published>2008-10-26T03:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:08:20.468+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><title type='text'>enough is enough</title><content type='html'>There's this saying "if you fail at first, you're definitely not Chuck Norris." Come out Chuck, face what I'm facing and see if you succeed. I challenge you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-696765815534056511?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/696765815534056511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=696765815534056511' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/696765815534056511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/696765815534056511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/enough-is-enough.html' title='enough is enough'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7024459076161242460</id><published>2008-10-25T04:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T04:44:14.887+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some that Require Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying to be Artsy'/><title type='text'>No Goodbye</title><content type='html'>no goodbye&lt;br /&gt;for you know i ain't leaving&lt;br /&gt;but you know there's this something.&lt;br /&gt;the path i have to follow&lt;br /&gt;is the love i found long ago.&lt;br /&gt;but forget me not, dear!&lt;br /&gt;because you know you're always here&lt;br /&gt;[in my heart]&lt;br /&gt;so when i'm no more on you side&lt;br /&gt;or when you miss my bites,&lt;br /&gt;please don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;because it is no goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: for the gang, very esp. for my biach. still very crappy. but hey, i'm a beginner. (&lt;i&gt;ngeles&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7024459076161242460?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7024459076161242460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7024459076161242460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7024459076161242460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7024459076161242460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-goodbye.html' title='No Goodbye'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2503826134663464176</id><published>2008-10-21T03:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T04:01:18.460+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some that Require Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Renungan Kali Code</title><content type='html'>Malem ini ke Kali Code lg. Mbakcan, Bondan, and Cando, disusul Mithulku cintaku. Kita duduk ngadep kali, hugged each other, said nothing for a while. were just enjoying the silence, the last weeks of togetherness. tinggal 4 minggu lagi. hhhh 4 minggu. 4 minggu yang bakal hectic, 1 thing after another. can we slow down a bit please?&lt;br /&gt;sangat excited about leaving. sangat sad at the same time. but my mind is made up, i have to leave in 4 weeks. the great time i've had with my friend is always gonna be remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2503826134663464176?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2503826134663464176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2503826134663464176' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2503826134663464176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2503826134663464176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/renungan-kali-code.html' title='Renungan Kali Code'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-6749143137838799599</id><published>2008-10-20T02:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:48:30.229+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>Benteng Vredeburg</title><content type='html'>jadi...&lt;br /&gt;Sore ini 2 &lt;i&gt;anak babi&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;puteri yang baik hati namun malang nasibnya&lt;/i&gt; bertolak ke Mirota Batik karena &lt;i&gt;puteri yang baik hati namun malang nasibnya&lt;/i&gt; berniat beli barang2 untuk rumahnya di Canberra kelak. Namun karena Mirota Batik tutup gasik, 3 orang kawan kita ini melanjutkan perjalanan ke Benteng Vredeburg yang konon (konon...) ada Jogja Food Festival. Namun karena ternyata Jogja Food Festival kurang menarik, mereka yg namanya sangat boleh disebut ini memilih melihat2 benteng peninggalan sejarah yg sangat dibanggai oleh Jogjakarta ini (masuknya cuman mbayar 5000 lho). Niatnya memang sudah salah dari awal, hasilnya begini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPthIneIEhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-3YcOy144rM/s1600-h/DSC04007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPthIneIEhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-3YcOy144rM/s320/DSC04007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258903790547374610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPtiXrQy9LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L8bh0F4yMnw/s1600-h/DSC04021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPtiXrQy9LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L8bh0F4yMnw/s320/DSC04021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258905148774872242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPthvWUqvTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/k0ShJfFqmYg/s1600-h/DSC04008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPthvWUqvTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/k0ShJfFqmYg/s320/DSC04008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258904455959199026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPtjMYUc19I/AAAAAAAAAEg/1HQt0oyxmlE/s1600-h/DSC04040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPtjMYUc19I/AAAAAAAAAEg/1HQt0oyxmlE/s320/DSC04040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258906054222993362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup orang narsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: no PS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-6749143137838799599?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6749143137838799599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=6749143137838799599' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6749143137838799599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6749143137838799599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/benteng-vredeburg.html' title='Benteng Vredeburg'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPthIneIEhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-3YcOy144rM/s72-c/DSC04007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-5611350226521103864</id><published>2008-10-15T04:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:46:27.744+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>little miss sunshine</title><content type='html'>baru aja kelar nonton filmnya. bagus banget. BANGET.&lt;br /&gt;(now) in love with Paul Dano (as Dwayne). not the hottest guy in the world but there's something about him. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPTab62ABrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RBCTHvMbGkI/s1600-h/paul-dano_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPTab62ABrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RBCTHvMbGkI/s320/paul-dano_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257066838235285170" 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/8600900715799973351-5611350226521103864?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5611350226521103864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=5611350226521103864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5611350226521103864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/5611350226521103864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-miss-sunshine.html' title='little miss sunshine'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPTab62ABrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RBCTHvMbGkI/s72-c/paul-dano_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-366147803248149551</id><published>2008-10-14T05:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:32:32.447+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some that Require Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><title type='text'>[bingung] part 2</title><content type='html'>bingung... skripsi udah kelar, tp masih blon pendadaran. kepentok sm nilai KKN yg belon keluar n fucking book report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada 2 pilihan:&lt;br /&gt;1) gak wisuda, fly straight away to Australia. (mum will prolly be pissed off)&lt;br /&gt;2) tunda wisuda sampe februari. (miss xmas euphoria n mum will still be pissed off, plus jordan)&lt;br /&gt;either way im fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-366147803248149551?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/366147803248149551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=366147803248149551' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/366147803248149551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/366147803248149551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/bingung-part-2.html' title='[bingung] part 2'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2163655290707750429</id><published>2008-10-14T05:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:33:23.211+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>[bingung]</title><content type='html'>I just can't get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;mad, loving you madly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: don't pretend you don't know who I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2163655290707750429?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2163655290707750429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2163655290707750429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2163655290707750429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2163655290707750429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/bingung.html' title='[bingung]'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-1397384865247344895</id><published>2008-10-13T03:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:19:12.133+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding (by Jordan Newton)</title><content type='html'>I'll start off with an easy one. Probably the most important day I had since I have been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people talk about how their wedding was the most special day of their lives. Something which they'll never forget. It's easy to dismiss this when you haven't gone through it. The energy, the nervousness or outright fear, people everywhere, yet a kind of silence hanging in the air, as if even the atmosphere around us was holding its breath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPImE3NTCEI/AAAAAAAAADY/69cQ8CuHGnY/s1600-h/_MG_9208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPImE3NTCEI/AAAAAAAAADY/69cQ8CuHGnY/s200/_MG_9208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256305580075845698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I take in my own breath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPImnw0PilI/AAAAAAAAADg/N6vwO2iS368/s1600-h/_MG_9218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPImnw0PilI/AAAAAAAAADg/N6vwO2iS368/s200/_MG_9218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306179655567954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya terima nikahnya kakak perempuan Saudara, Dian Anugrah Muharjo Andayani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; binti Haji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mumambri nikah untuk saya sendiri, dengan mas kawin seperangkat alat sholat dibayar tunai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and the world breathes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had previously been a nerve-wracking, heart-pounding ordeal, is suddenly lifted. The constant memorising of those few lines disappears from the front of my mind (though I wonder if I will ever forget those words before I die) and is replaced not just by relief- but by happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPIn4-wQTPI/AAAAAAAAADo/_UZNo7Zzw5A/s1600-h/_MG_9229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPIn4-wQTPI/AAAAAAAAADo/_UZNo7Zzw5A/s200/_MG_9229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256307574966340850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"They could not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;wipe the smile of his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;people sometimes say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well it's true, nothing could remove that smile from my face. I just did the most right thing I could have ever done. I did the most right thing I could have ever done for my (now) wife. We were married before my family, her family, our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;necklace draped around me smells fresher than it did when we arrived at the mosque. Our union has breathed new life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;into it. Perhaps its only now that I truly notice how wonderful it smells with her next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;When its time for us to change for the reception, everything feels lighter. The jacket and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peci&lt;/span&gt; which felt like they were strangling me earlier seem to expand, and I breathe easily. Before changing clothes though, there is something else to be done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allahu akbar allahuakbar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Adzan calls and I go to give thanks. Thank you for bringing me here 5 years ago. Thank you for leading me to her. Thank you for letting everything run so smoothly despite it all. Thank you for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sujud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; is the longest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; subhaana rabbiyal a'la wabihamdih,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; subhaana rabbiyal a'la wabihamdih,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; subhaana rabbiyal a'la wabihamdih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I don't know what to say. What else can I say before He who has created all and yet has seen it fit to make me so happy. I can only say thank you and I hope I do not let you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPIrpcpCOMI/AAAAAAAAADw/53ZsA_h12II/s1600-h/_MG_9427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPIrpcpCOMI/AAAAAAAAADw/53ZsA_h12II/s200/_MG_9427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256311706157725890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new clothes for the reception feel prefect. They were tailored, yes, but I don't think it would matter. The material, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peci&lt;/span&gt;, everything. Even in the heat it felt perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends. People I haven't seen in years! They still remember us. They're happy for us! We're happy they came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold her every opportunity I get. Or fuss over her. She feels different now. I feel closer to her than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPIw2X4T0-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/63Mx-5awZF4/s1600-h/_MG_9491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPIw2X4T0-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/63Mx-5awZF4/s200/_MG_9491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256317425776055266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon comes and closes our day. The euphoria slowly begins to subside, but the memory of it does not. I need only look at the photos, hear the sounds, remember that day... and the smile returns again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-1397384865247344895?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1397384865247344895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=1397384865247344895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1397384865247344895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/1397384865247344895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-wedding-by-jordan-newton.html' title='My Wedding (by Jordan Newton)'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPImE3NTCEI/AAAAAAAAADY/69cQ8CuHGnY/s72-c/_MG_9208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-4766221400149427751</id><published>2008-10-12T15:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:29:13.196+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>para tersangka</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures of people who have destroyed my life (and rebuilt it and made it even more beautiful, halah berle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGCUuRLvHI/AAAAAAAAABY/33Qj1YYuGlY/s1600-h/DSC03455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGCUuRLvHI/AAAAAAAAABY/33Qj1YYuGlY/s200/DSC03455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256125532647177330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGC-D-DX3I/AAAAAAAAABg/muCmTnfx3-8/s1600-h/DSC03525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGC-D-DX3I/AAAAAAAAABg/muCmTnfx3-8/s200/DSC03525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256126242847154034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGDn5hgX-I/AAAAAAAAABo/pVqW86c4Aag/s1600-h/DSC03479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGDn5hgX-I/AAAAAAAAABo/pVqW86c4Aag/s200/DSC03479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256126961597571042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGGkAstOYI/AAAAAAAAACA/HrBX182Y7XU/s1600-h/DSC03740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGGkAstOYI/AAAAAAAAACA/HrBX182Y7XU/s200/DSC03740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130193339005314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGFAYaRQ6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kkai5ijvGb8/s1600-h/DSC03542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGFAYaRQ6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Kkai5ijvGb8/s200/DSC03542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256128481717207970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGHJziX5LI/AAAAAAAAACI/0FEySCh9yhc/s1600-h/DSC03864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGHJziX5LI/AAAAAAAAACI/0FEySCh9yhc/s200/DSC03864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130842641032370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGLjPw8N6I/AAAAAAAAACg/PqYD59sMecQ/s1600-h/jords025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGLjPw8N6I/AAAAAAAAACg/PqYD59sMecQ/s200/jords025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256135677761566626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGEeg9XjJI/AAAAAAAAABw/D_TNlPNhKic/s1600-h/DSC03630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGEeg9XjJI/AAAAAAAAABw/D_TNlPNhKic/s200/DSC03630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256127899896351890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are all responsible for what's happening to me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-4766221400149427751?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4766221400149427751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=4766221400149427751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4766221400149427751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4766221400149427751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-tersangka.html' title='para tersangka'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SPGCUuRLvHI/AAAAAAAAABY/33Qj1YYuGlY/s72-c/DSC03455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-7150239948530731906</id><published>2008-10-10T16:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:10:19.084+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some that Require Thinking'/><title type='text'>there goes my independence</title><content type='html'>Jadi, we're not snowflakes anymore. we are not unique and blah blah blah (bondan bawel!!)... we're snowmen, we all look the same. saia jd tukang mengeluh kyk yodim, yodim suka mutung kyk brendan, vando jg suka misuh kyk bondan, mitul jd jenggotan kyk andy.tuuu kan, kita semua sama!!&lt;br /&gt;salah siapa? ini salah siapa? dosa siapa? ini dosa siapa? (nyanyi ebit g. ade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: bawel is NOT bawal, u smartass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-7150239948530731906?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7150239948530731906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=7150239948530731906' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7150239948530731906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/7150239948530731906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-goes-my-independence.html' title='there goes my independence'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8692727161612892190</id><published>2008-10-09T21:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:09:49.553+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>rumah coklat</title><content type='html'>sedang di rumah coklat sekarang. hot chocholate is good tp gak ada rasanya for im sooo pilek. bondan lg belajar/chatting di sebelahku. yg lain sedang entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;aduh ini pilek gak enak bgt. nulis blog gak penting ternyata gak membantu masa penyembuhan hiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8692727161612892190?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8692727161612892190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8692727161612892190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8692727161612892190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8692727161612892190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/rumah-coklat.html' title='rumah coklat'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-6102528346524037296</id><published>2008-10-08T03:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:15:42.933+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some that Require Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Little Cherub</title><content type='html'>Ada surprise waktu pulang lebaran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SOuYjD6bvjI/AAAAAAAAABI/FI8AkVxMBQM/s1600-h/DSC03975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SOuYjD6bvjI/AAAAAAAAABI/FI8AkVxMBQM/s400/DSC03975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254461118371053106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, please meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muhammad Lionel Aleandra Fadhilla&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a. Yonel, Fadel, Kodel, Kodeng, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice little surprise he is. Gak tau kapan nikahnya, gak tau kapan hamilnya, gak tau kapan lahirnya, pokoknya tiba2 keluarga besar Munardjo ketambahan this little cherub. Lucunyaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pingin punya sendiri tp kapan ya? Am I ready to take such a big responsibility like that? There are things I wanna do before that tho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;get to level 70 in World of Warcraft (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;climb Sydney Harbour Bridge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go camping and shopping in Melbourne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do parasailing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So there ya go, a lot to do before entering the magical diaperful world of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: back in Jogja, oh it's so good but oh I sooo want this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SOuXfHDuZpI/AAAAAAAAABA/hZjCl87qwJw/s1600-h/hand+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SOuXfHDuZpI/AAAAAAAAABA/hZjCl87qwJw/s200/hand+cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254459950984226450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'occitane Honey &amp;amp; Lemon Hand Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(anyone? please?)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-6102528346524037296?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6102528346524037296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=6102528346524037296' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6102528346524037296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/6102528346524037296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-cherub.html' title='Little Cherub'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/SOuYjD6bvjI/AAAAAAAAABI/FI8AkVxMBQM/s72-c/DSC03975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-4126077482725536857</id><published>2008-09-28T18:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:08:37.928+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>Ya, sekarang saia di rumah. Udah 3 hari, ato 4 ya.. Ya segitu hari deh. 2 hari lalu dapet surprise hebat, aplikasi visa saia disetujui. so, dalam waktu 1 stengah bulan saia akan ciao dr negeri tercinta ke negri jolly swagman. seneng banget! tp sedih banget juga. im torn between leaving and staying. seneng karna bakal memulai hidup baru yg beneran baru, tp sedih juga karna harus ninggalin temen2 dan gak tau kapan bisa balik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi (menjelang siang) hari ini saia dibikin sebel setengah mati. baru tidur abis sahur tp diopyak2 harus bangun cepetan karena eyang sakit. semua anggota keluarga (konon) sudah berkumpul di sana. dengan sangat berat hati ditambah pisuhan2 tak bermoral saia bangun juga untuk ikut berangkat. saia pikir pasti sakitnya berat sekali sehingga semua WAJIB ke rumah eyang. namun (halah, namun!) sesampainya di tujuan, eyang sedang enak2 duduk2 di depan warung, sehat wal afiat. uuuuhhhhh gonduk banget gak siiiihhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian berita sore kali ini. saya dama mohon undur diri dr hadapan pemirsa sekalian. salam cctv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: kangen temen2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-4126077482725536857?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4126077482725536857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=4126077482725536857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4126077482725536857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/4126077482725536857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-2644261792117132742</id><published>2008-09-25T02:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:08:10.491+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Another 1-or-2-line Post</title><content type='html'>I just got home and I feel sooo full. Aku kentut2 terus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yo Bro!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-2644261792117132742?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2644261792117132742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=2644261792117132742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2644261792117132742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/2644261792117132742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-1-or-2-line-post.html' title='Another 1-or-2-line Post'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3315619347364592127</id><published>2008-09-24T13:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:06:34.103+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>it's so good</title><content type='html'>it's so good to be back to being normal. and yes, the previous posts made look absolutely stupid. i refuse to delete them tho. they may be &lt;i&gt;pembelajaran&lt;/i&gt; for me so i remember that saying such a thing is embarrassing once i am back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that is what i have to say. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-3315619347364592127?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3315619347364592127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3315619347364592127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3315619347364592127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3315619347364592127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-so-good.html' title='it&apos;s so good'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-938095973346116276</id><published>2008-09-23T04:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:04:38.699+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbly Dama'/><title type='text'>Missing Jordan</title><content type='html'>Jadi seperti biasa, saya pergi bersenang2 dengan teman2. I was happy, sampai pada suatu ketika (halah bahasa apa to??) salah seorang teman mengatakan suatu hal yg struck me. saya terdiam dan terpaku (bagian ini saya lebih2kan sedikit biar dramatis haha), sedih, kecewa. mungkin yg bersangkutan hanya bermaksud bercanda, tp saya tetap terkejut (aduh Dama, pake saya2 segala!). lalu mood saya berubah total. kesel, kecewa, sedih, karena ternyata yg bersangkutan tidak merasakan hal yg saya rasakan which has filled me with so much happiness the past few days. or maybe i just overrated everything.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly think that nothing, or no one, in the world can give me so much unconditional love and bad-surprise-free happiness like Jordan does. suddenly I feel so empty with the absence of Jordan. I may have fun with my friends but the news struck like a lightning, without warning. I am missing Jordan, like so crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: it has nothing to do with the post but Andy, I agree, I need to be sedated lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-938095973346116276?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/938095973346116276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=938095973346116276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/938095973346116276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/938095973346116276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-jordan.html' title='Missing Jordan'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-3838712537033307598</id><published>2008-09-23T04:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:03:05.489+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grumps'/><title type='text'>Too Lazy to Think of a Title for this Post</title><content type='html'>so I thought we were one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-3838712537033307598?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3838712537033307598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=3838712537033307598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3838712537033307598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/3838712537033307598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-lazy-to.html' title='Too Lazy to Think of a Title for this Post'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8600900715799973351.post-8818697746849788985</id><published>2008-09-22T02:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:03:35.382+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Totally Random'/><title type='text'>1st Post Here!</title><content type='html'>So this is my first post here (well obviously), but I really do not know what I wanted to say. I am so bad with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alright, what would you do if you enjoyed being with someone but you spoiled everything by saying something stupid?&lt;br /&gt;a) slap yourself when no one is around and cry it out loud so you feel better;&lt;br /&gt;b) slap yourself in front of everyone so they feel sorry for you so you feel better;&lt;br /&gt;c) plainly slap yourself and hope you will feel better;&lt;br /&gt;d) all of the above;&lt;br /&gt;e) none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I require answers immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600900715799973351-8818697746849788985?l=damasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8818697746849788985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8600900715799973351&amp;postID=8818697746849788985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8818697746849788985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8600900715799973351/posts/default/8818697746849788985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-post-here.html' title='1st Post Here!'/><author><name>Dama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11779226063938839479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PAKegB9sJGg/S2arp5rY1oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/dbuG8l3KhcA/s1600-R/20055_271764091474_581811474_3918693_5466180_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
