<?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-6094098</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:52:20.578+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day at a time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-109927181918602896</id><published>2004-11-01T07:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:16:59.186+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shit! Why didn't he call.. or email.. or anything? Show some existence for God's sake! This is frustating.. Not being able to sit at the same wave length.. All my signals are clear.. and he just ignored them and take them all for granted. Probably it is his ways of doing things.. but I can not take this any longer. It's bull when I say there are no expectations but coming to a situation like this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/109927181918602896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/109927181918602896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109927181918602896' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-109926897337624750</id><published>2004-10-31T13:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T07:51:52.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sitting in the living room of Soroako residence, 1 o clock in the after noon, with the Matana lake view upon me, going through yesterday’s newspaper, my mind wonders of one person.. the only person who’s been in my mind since August, and more intensively since September.. after nights and nights of serenity and lust.. which turned to nights and nights of pain of the feeling of longing and hoping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/109926897337624750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/109926897337624750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109926897337624750' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107839881056593353</id><published>2004-03-04T18:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T18:16:30.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am recharged!! My spirit has gone through tremendous roller coaster, mediocre, up, back mediocre, down to the most downhill level, and recently after spending a week home, well, back to mediocre. I am a borer for anything, and when it comes to where I work, 3 months is tops. Same office, same people to work with, and recently same client, same routine!! I just couldn't stand it! And right now..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107839881056593353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107839881056593353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107839881056593353' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107406047147344605</id><published>2004-01-14T13:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T13:09:42.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's another ordinary day. Last night I had dinner with the guys at GRMS for Angus' Farewell Party. This is one of those events that I'm still trying to get a good catch in. I mean, I think I have no trouble in mingling with the other colleagues in terms of the language. It's the manners that I'm still learning. Not table manners, but how we treat people in discussion, what topics which are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107406047147344605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107406047147344605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107406047147344605' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107353432874861767</id><published>2004-01-08T10:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T10:59:07.986+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey things are turning on the bright side.. I'm busy studying relational database and datawarehouse ultimately surprised with the fact that I'm actually enjoying the process when at uni I had to ge head over heels just to get myself reading 5 pages of relational database theories. What was up with me? Or what is up with me now? Either way, I'm just taking it positively.. Anyway I had to get back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107353432874861767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107353432874861767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353432874861767' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107304635473859433</id><published>2004-01-02T19:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T19:26:12.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listeng to Tony Benett's "The Way You Look Tonight" makes you feel like you're sitting at a dinner table with candle lights with the dark color of the sky above you and couples dancing smoothly around you.. and that special mood in the air.. like you never want the night to end... Picture yourself in absolute relaxation and peace..So apparent to the way my heart actually feels inside. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107304635473859433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107304635473859433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107304635473859433' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107304226970465020</id><published>2004-01-02T18:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T18:18:08.020+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jan 1, 2004“Happy” New YearUnbelievable! Just when you think things are already worst, it can get worse than how it already is. A few days ago was my worst new year eve and first day of new year ever!!! I just spend last night watching my friend singing for new year celebration in some café in Kemang, which I thought would be an inviting occasion since I have no specific plans for the new year</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107304226970465020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107304226970465020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107304226970465020' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107278719270847166</id><published>2003-12-30T19:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T19:28:50.580+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nearing the end of the year is the busiest time of all auditors. Especially when most auditors are taking their annual leaves and the rest get assigned with numeruos clients for a short period of time. I have to be greatful I work at IT support because I don't have to put as much work as the auditors, even though technically I am an auditor, an IT auditor. Anyway, any tasks has its bright and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107278719270847166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107278719270847166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107278719270847166' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107217708932867876</id><published>2003-12-23T17:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T17:58:24.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aduuh, internet di sini lamanya amit2. Mo nge donlot jadi ilfil. Tapi harus. Di sini harus belajar terus kalo nggak, kita gak bakal di-recognize kemampuannya. Knapa baru sekarang ya semangat belajar IT? Dulu pas kuliah kemana aja.. Heran.. Btw.. kali ini gw lagi pengen belajar Win2k Server, soalnya perlu buat ngaudit. Kayaknya gw harus punya spesialiasi IT practice.. satu deh minimal. Tapi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107217708932867876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107217708932867876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107217708932867876' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107207249680262097</id><published>2003-12-22T12:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T12:55:12.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Assets equal liability plus owner’s equity. Who would have guessed in a million year that from this moment on, that formula will be stuck in my head forever. Coming into the world of  accounting and auditing brings me new perspective, that in fact gives me to idea to change the major plan of my life. It’s amazing how only two weeks can change you in many different ways. And it’s happening to me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107207249680262097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107207249680262097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207249680262097' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107131529807054723</id><published>2003-12-13T18:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T18:35:10.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is not living! Welcome to the world that requires you to be at the office or at the client from 8 AM to 10 PM and have all your important belongings marked with the initials of the company you work for. First, it was your name tag, and then, the mug, the T-shirt, the bag, and even when you enter the year end party, you have to have your hand printed with the intial of your company. It's like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107131529807054723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107131529807054723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107131529807054723' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107043053594456319</id><published>2003-12-03T12:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T12:49:06.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lunch time! The only time I've been looking forward since this morning because then I can browse, fill my blog and check my emails at yahoo. So far, it's been OK. My supervisor's lets me come to the clients with one of the associates. The only person my age at TRM is Deisi and she's busy typing documents for the Managers.  I'm pretty much lonely here. I always have someone to talk to or laugh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107043053594456319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107043053594456319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043053594456319' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-107027505518564061</id><published>2003-12-01T17:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T17:37:44.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A brand new day at a brand new office. Not so bad.. A dutch boss and a couple of always laughing people around plus a laptop, a new email account, and finally, my own desk. The scenery ain't bad either :p. Yet it requires hard core struggle among the competition to get a piece of action around here. I could live with this.. For the mean time I have to learn ACL and arrange a way for me to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107027505518564061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/107027505518564061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107027505518564061' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106983224459067525</id><published>2003-11-26T14:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T14:37:32.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Playing host.It is an all time tradition that in occassions like Idul Fitri, people visit homes of others to ask for forgiveness, wish a happy lebaran, and ofcourse enjoy the heavy feast of chicken curry, ketupat, beef in soya sauce and in my area, full fat - high in cholesterol rendang. And there's more. There's the castengels, pineapple tarts, snow white and as people adapt to western </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106983224459067525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106983224459067525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983224459067525' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106965802425189633</id><published>2003-11-24T14:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T19:20:26.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a different feeling when you look back at your life when you're home with your family. It's when you suddenly came back to your roots and remember all the things that you are raised with. Aside from all the "properties" you possess: the job, the title, the acknowledgements and achievements, you're still that same 8 year old who dreams of being an astronout, travel around the world and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106965802425189633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106965802425189633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106965802425189633' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106947323000960551</id><published>2003-11-22T09:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T10:53:56.940+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seize the day for it's the last labour day! This morning seems to run smoothly, much much smoothly being compared to yesterday. Since today is my last day in BC, I fascinate my self by arranging 3 shelves this morning plus a few "dirty" talks with MA and AG :p. It's always good to start your day with laughter and a bit of mind twisting. Anyway, I just succeeded in making one of my colleagues in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106947323000960551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106947323000960551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106947323000960551' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106940369596383384</id><published>2003-11-21T14:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:35:03.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IntermezzoPengen punya shout box nih.. Udah register, tapi kok activation code nya gak nyampe2 ya? Masak blog ku begini doang.. mana gak ada nilai estetikanya lagi.. kapan ya ngerjainnya? ntar deh pas libur lebaran. Who cares kalo semua org bikin blog (trus lama2 jadi out of date)?.. gak perlu merasa bersaing, toh ini cuma sekedar tempat aku curhat sendiri... gak dibaca org lain juga gpp.. gak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106940369596383384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106940369596383384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106940369596383384' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106938981825494761</id><published>2003-11-21T11:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T11:46:32.643+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ReflectionOK, I admit.. I blowned my whole situation out of proportion a few hours before. It's not as dramatic as I thought it was. It is an odd situation, but I guess I don't have to have myself wrapped around it like it's some major tragic ordeal (But then, even if it IS a tragic ordeal, I mustn't get myself wrapped around it anyway). I should take it light, as a friend used to say. I mean, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106938981825494761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106938981825494761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106938981825494761' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106937932098711876</id><published>2003-11-21T08:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T10:06:54.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shit! My morning starts with an sms from a middle-age man saying he's wants to get to know me deeper. Telling a single middle-aged man that you're single and currently looking.. BIG MISTAKE!  This professor I told you about a day before.. he actually sent me 7 sms yesterday! First he was only asking wether he can be my friend. I was a bit freaked out at first but I thought to myself, "What's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106937932098711876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106937932098711876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937932098711876' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106932017090136428</id><published>2003-11-20T16:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T08:58:13.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time finished.. time finished.. mas yusnar berkoar2 supaya pengunjung library pada pulang. And time has finished, indeed. I helped a lot of people at work today, and I'm proud of it :) I hope Puneet hugs her wife when he founds out that she got every book he needed on hotel management. And the English lady could do her presentation on Indonesian spices next week. I wish them the best of luck and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106932017090136428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106932017090136428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106932017090136428' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106931639199468850</id><published>2003-11-20T14:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T15:30:55.173+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Different people fascinates you in different ways. It could be the person you're sitting next to, the person you pass while walking down the street, or even your boss (especially, that is). Take MY, for example. He's a photocopy officer, but despite the job position he has, he's one very smart and wise young man. The way he talks even gives the impression that he's even a university graduate, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106931639199468850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106931639199468850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931639199468850' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106930100579152699</id><published>2003-11-20T10:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T11:12:04.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pagi yang sungguh dingin di library. Lagi2 mereka datang lagi.. (the maroon troops). Dingin-dingin begini jadi kangen ama tiramisu,.. apalagi kalo dibayarin lagi :p Nggak ah, nyusahin org.. which brings me to an interesting topic this morning. How much would you let someone pay for you?  Ofcourse, it depends in how much related you are to that person. If it's your father, your mother, or your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106930100579152699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106930100579152699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106930100579152699' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106929231612809722</id><published>2003-11-20T08:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T08:40:27.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two days away to finally end my internship at BC. This morning, I did the class R 400 shelving... stupidity of all time! The books are so large and heavy no wonder no female librarians ever came close to shelving that class,.. well except foolish me, that is.I don't feel so well today.. kept sneezing.. and felt my body absolutely nauxious, and it's still 08:43 in the morning. I hope I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106929231612809722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106929231612809722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929231612809722' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106922875777091512</id><published>2003-11-19T14:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T14:59:23.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Urgh.. members just gave me a hard time.. ordering me to find books in a manner I am not absolutely in favor with and asking for the silliest kinds of help. Well a job is a job.. The good thing is in an hour I can head straight home.. YES!!Ciao, babe..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106922875777091512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106922875777091512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106922875777091512' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106922238587576251</id><published>2003-11-19T13:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T13:13:12.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Huaaah, buset, ngantuk banget.. baru juga jam 1.. masih ada cataloguing yg harus diberesin... mo baca dummies book tapi juga males bgt.. Di luar ujan, bikin makin pengen tidur.. Asik bgt kalo bisa tidur di kos sekarang...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106922238587576251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106922238587576251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106922238587576251' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106921391370828321</id><published>2003-11-19T10:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T11:52:29.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai yay yay, Mbak Linda n Mas Arca gak masuk hari ini (padahal mo curhat).. jadi tambah sepi.. mana akhir minggu ini aku udah cabut dari BC.. When will I see them, again? hiks hiks..The maroon troops are here again.. listening to Pak Fuadi talk about who knows what in the meeting room. It seems that the BC people are a bit annoyed with the fact that they are conquering most of the place.. sampe2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106921391370828321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106921391370828321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921391370828321' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106920730533840521</id><published>2003-11-19T08:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T15:13:39.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Benar-benar memulai another day..Ada suatu perasaan yang menyenangkan ketika kejujuran dan keterbukaan dijunjung tinggi. Menghilangkan semua kecanggungan, prasangka dan curiga antar manusia.. yang pada akhirnya memperdekat jarak antar manusia itu sendiri. Yesterday, I was so close to being a pethatic human being who discards her most ultimate values in life and almost forgets who and what  she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106920730533840521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106920730533840521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106920730533840521' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106914334874557545</id><published>2003-11-18T15:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:17:18.880+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Biarin aja kayak minum obat, ngisi blog 3 kali sehari.. Library mulai rame.. the maroon troops are coming.. better get back to work..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106914334874557545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106914334874557545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914334874557545' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106913733150101856</id><published>2003-11-18T13:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:59:13.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Siang hari yang berjalan lamban di library. Not many visitors around, hanya ada beberapa orang yang mengembalikan dan surfing di internet. Gak ada orang penting lagi lewat2.. tapi ada satu bule cewe make jilbab mondar mandir terus dari tadi. Tumben ada bule cewe make jilbab..Sepi,.. Mas Arca juga gak keliatan.. Orang-orang lebih betah di dalam office daripada ke front desk.. Anas yang biasanya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106913733150101856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106913733150101856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106913733150101856' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094098.post-106912513832001716</id><published>2003-11-18T10:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T13:43:48.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>November 18th 2003Hola.. halo.. ngetes blog baru.. Lagi di british council yang kedatangan rombongan berjas maroon, alias mahasiswa/i Binus. Si Graham hari ini gak dateng. Mungkin dia kira aku baru akan dateng sabtu besok. Too bad, I miss his shyly smile :p Ada member reseh banget tadi pagi.. ditagih denda gak mau bayar n malah berdalih bahwa dia udah jadi member selama 20 taun. So what? You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106912513832001716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094098/posts/default/106912513832001716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanktop.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912513832001716' title=''/><author><name>eggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14944689277598929543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
