<?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-8439057</id><updated>2012-01-23T11:07:41.178+07:00</updated><category term='Song'/><category term='kdrama'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Big Bang'/><category term='distinctive person'/><category term='food'/><category term='Ganteng'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='books'/><category term='jdorama'/><category term='Self-interest'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Super Junior'/><category term='western series'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Reality Show'/><category term='Korean'/><title type='text'>One writer's block</title><subtitle type='html'>when time needs to be consumed</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-6930366272914215660</id><published>2011-12-18T20:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:05:59.669+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>The big question of letting go bugged my mind around these last couple of months. Some things.. are they worth to keep, or should I let them go. Think I'm pretty good of letting things go, but when inputs and comments started to coming in, I'd have to reconsider my decision.. hence the state of dilemma I've been dwelling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, so.. not so much on progress.. but last week someone told me something, things that I would usually shrug off my shoulder, things like, "Well, you should try praying, perhaps miracle would happen.." Aww, very nice of you to say, and to think that we hardly know each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay.. big decision.. big decision.. to just f*ckin do it or to put it on hold. I'm big at making decision, which of course that's just one pretty fat lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell or not to tell, that's also one big decision to come up with. It's not that I won't tell, but more like &lt;i&gt;when &lt;/i&gt;will be the right time to deliver the lovely message. Now or the upcoming month, now or not at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow man, can't I just go through with it without telling anybody? Lovely berondong, now I know how you feel, even though the scale of our decision is as wide as the Red Sea (which apparently not that wide if Moses could part it in two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the state of my life is so-so to the low point. Extra point gathered when I see or do something interesting like seeing the musical or something. So yeah, not much interesting news on that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's almost New Year so we better make some plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting the carnival in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Have no idea why so many people are against this idea (or to present alternative one that doesn't appeal to me that much). &lt;i&gt;Is it me or the crowd I'm hanging out with?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Cirque du Soleil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; anywhere in this world. Shallow, isn't it? Hehe, I dunno why but I'm so damn thrilled every time I think of it. And guess what, Korea held on of its performances. One stone, two birds, anyone? &lt;span id="goog_287716565"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_287716566"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/en/home.aspx#/en/home/asia-and-middle-east/korea.aspx"&gt;click here for more info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrugged off any &lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;dull comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to any of my trip plan, things like, "Iya deh lo kan tajir..", "Susah deh yang gaya hidupnya beda..", "Gue sih ngga bakalan ikutan lifestyle lo.." (O_o) Which are weird comments, haven't they seen where I live? That 3x4 meter size of a dung hole? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeping on &lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;planning the future to the smallest detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, cause it always prove that however you plan you life, things can go way further than your original one, since.. you know.. you're not God or something..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Being grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on whatever things I'm receiving, simple things like thank yous, smiles and dinner invitations (hahaha! such a code..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; true to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Okay, this one sounds bull, but I like it. So what if I like to change my wigs *lho* and if I like to paint my nails with black, drooling over cute ring (but unfortunately not my size) in shape of a blinky spider crawling upon your fingers, not caring whether I lose one or two of my clothes in the laundry, pile up my collection of (unwear) shoes.. that's me, so why bother?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having my own &lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;furniture shop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, just because I want it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Being dorky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; girl is fun, so why the pretentious that I'm graceful and lady-like? I'm not, even my doctor think I'm still 17 and need parent's consent on doing things (O_o) So yes, just accept the fact that I tend to be childish and not growing up.. like ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Swearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; as much as I like. Making &lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dirty comments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; without care. And wearing my beanie everywhere even tho people will stare. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I love one of those tweets I read yesterday, something like.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;People who hated Monday should start thinking of resigning, because Monday is just fine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said, lady. Well said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-6930366272914215660?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/6930366272914215660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=6930366272914215660&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6930366272914215660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6930366272914215660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/12/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-2240167743167965240</id><published>2011-10-20T18:09:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T14:13:19.413+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Story from far Java</title><content type='html'>On my last visit to Jogja (seriously this city has something captivating), I happened to visit Kraton Ngayogyakarta Hadiningrat aaaand Kraton Surakarta in one-day-trip to Solo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Kraton is interesting, but Jogja's has something more delicate about it. I dunno, maybe it's just me. Or maybe because by the time I visited Jogja, the city was kind of in hype for the royal wedding, hence the increasing number of activities inside Kraton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour guide when I visited Kraton Surakarta was paying more attention to 'soul-searching-inspiration-seeker-meditation' bunch of guys so he neglected my seemingly college kids group. I know, we're less interesting. So at every stop, they sat down and meditated. Seriously. No kidding. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was interesting, but soon after that I found it so freakin boring waiting for 'em so we browsed the Kraton by ourselves, that's why we missed most of the story-telling from the guide. And maybe that's why I think the Kraton Surakarta is so-so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VovLh9AthEY/TqJrSrji1jI/AAAAAAAAATs/kQPoiumJ3Z0/s1600/sultan-palace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VovLh9AthEY/TqJrSrji1jI/AAAAAAAAATs/kQPoiumJ3Z0/s320/sultan-palace.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the other hand, in Jogja, when we asked for a tour guide, we're given a typical old lady with Jawa's culture. She's about 60 yrs old and she explained everything in a clear manner. We asked a lot of ridiculous question ("Can Sultan's children marry someone who is not Javanese?", "Can someone convert to muslim THEN marry Sultan's children?", "Who will be the next successor of HB X since he got only 5 daughters?", etc etc) and she answered it wisely. Too wise I almost wish I was Jogja javanese. Almost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of her story that moved me a lot was about HB IX. She explained the guy's story proudly and it's so sweet. I almost hope our president was HB IX. He's smart, humble, honorable and loved his people. One thing about this whole Javanese tradition is that every gesture, every piece of clothes, every word has its meaning. She explained to me the meaning of Sultan's pose in every formal picture ever, the one with both your thumbs and pinkies was put together facing up and down. It means that Sultan fears his God and&amp;nbsp;listen to&amp;nbsp;his people. His famous motto was "Tahta untuk Rakyat" - Throne for the people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, methink in general Sultan has this hesitancy to be involved with politic. What's with resigning from his position in National Democrat party in July 2011 and stuff. No question there, I mean as a city Jogja was a unique one, unified together as Jogja citizen, they can stand alone, they have calmer perspective about power and they act like a big family. Why bother messing your mind with Indonesia's dirty politic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour guides in Kraton Jogjakarta were amazing, they possessed LOTS of languages or English at the minimum. So many foreigners in that place and I seldom hear English as the conducting language. They conversed in Dutch, Deutsch, Japan, Malay, Italian, oh-em-gee! I asked this once to my tour guide and she said there are only 3 languages that have not been covered in Kraton, which are Mandarin, Korean and Russian. So people, wish to have a simple life as cultural agent? Apply to Kraton, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she added something that really put me in utter embarrassment =__= "In my age, I cannot afford another language, but I keep telling my children, my grandchildren, if you're still breathing, keep studying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-2240167743167965240?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/2240167743167965240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=2240167743167965240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2240167743167965240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2240167743167965240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-for-far-java.html' title='Story from far Java'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VovLh9AthEY/TqJrSrji1jI/AAAAAAAAATs/kQPoiumJ3Z0/s72-c/sultan-palace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-2921358276557648614</id><published>2011-10-04T09:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:13:04.093+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Girl K (Assasin Girl K)</title><content type='html'>Gory-galore time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I remembered I was super excited when this one came out. A short drama (it's only 3 episodes) about a girl taking revenge from her mother's killing. I have low expectation, as always, so I flipped like a dying fish when I saw the first episode. Flippin' in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2011/girlk/girlk2-00456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2011/girlk/girlk2-00456.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a bit Kill-Bill-ish and City Hunter-ish (in terms of the revenge theme) but the way they produced it made you feel like you're watching a big screen movie. Very professional and well-made, this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a high school girl (didn't I say so?) who is trained to kill, hence the title. But she kills with purpose. And I like that. She juggles her killing persona with her high school nerdy girl persona. Cute! Plus, I despise any Gothic Murderer who's like to quote on Bible just to make way of his action. Like when he was stabbed, he then quoted, "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me." &lt;i&gt;Muke lo jauh!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was slashing, stabbing, head cutting, nudity, BLOOD... oh my, I'm in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2011/girlk/girlk2-00286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2011/girlk/girlk2-00286.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2011/girlk/girlk1-00477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2011/girlk/girlk1-00477.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-2921358276557648614?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/2921358276557648614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=2921358276557648614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2921358276557648614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2921358276557648614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/10/girl-k-assasin-girl-k.html' title='Girl K (Assasin Girl K)'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-8320394312359705907</id><published>2011-10-02T10:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T09:12:49.446+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Let me just say</title><content type='html'>... that there are things that were not supposed to be said or done, but yet there are lots of things that were not supposed to be regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always tried not to left my wish list things unattended, err.. I mean.. not accomplished. But these days, I kept forgetting my long-lost-wishes and thrown back to doing mundane things every day every week every friggin year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, trying to fulfill one of the biggest wish of my life, becoming a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...Eh, ternyata susah ya, bok! Ya menurut lo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, okay I'm not a strong-willed person apparently, but the idea kept bugging me over the years. And by the way I do know there are even people that are far more talented that I am, even within my friendship circles. But that's okay, I learned a lot from 'em. And by learning I mean copying their styles x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, this is actually why I wrote this post in the first place. I found glimpses of words in my Ipod, written a couple of months back, and I never.. NEVER seems to be able to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody dies.. but not everyone lives..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what crossed her mind whilst looking at the gigantic statue of Lady Justice. In Rogue, time seems to slowly pass. At mid noon like this, people still walk at briskly pace, no hurry. She's been here for like what, three months? Surely by no means did she plan to stay. But here she is, still sipping the coffee while stealing glances at the major building in front of the plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than two hours, yet still no sign for her sole reason being here. She sighed. This is obviously not going to be the leisure work-life balance she thought it would be. At least at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not far away from her, within the building, a young man kept checking up his watch, tapping his fingers impatiently on receptionist desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This guy should have shown his sorry ass like 15 minutes ago," he thought grimly, "but here I am, waiting like a fool for something I thought would be worth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding not to bother any longer, he picked up his suitcase and started to walk. No hurry, like everybody else in Rogue. He, too, had been infected by the culture of the people here. Walk easy, eat easy, live easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;i&gt;Die easy.' &lt;/i&gt;he silently cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up from her coffee and saw him got out from the building. With no apparent moves, she grabbed her phone and started to text, "Confirmed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up, she's watching him from the corner of her eyes. He seems not to notice but for safety measure, she decided to wore her large brimming hat. 'Don't need things to go south anyway.' she chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She followed him at steady pace, not wanting to let him out of sight but still weary of him noticing. He stopped at the red light, crossing the street full of people and taking a left turn. She followed. He stopped to buy some random newspapers, savoring the taste of mid-noon weather and leaning on the newspaper stand. Checking people out. She disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was about to continue his walk, a soft hand stopped him, pointing at his chest, "You are not supposed to be here." She tilted her head, eyes still covered by the brimming hat, lips smiling. "You are supposed to be dead, Morocco."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-8320394312359705907?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/8320394312359705907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=8320394312359705907&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8320394312359705907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8320394312359705907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-me-just-say.html' title='Let me just say'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-6522439301586666779</id><published>2011-09-03T10:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:00:40.138+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><title type='text'>Clothing piece</title><content type='html'>I think I never wear anything uncomfortable, ever. Let it be my beggar cropped jeans during campus time, or short pants that made me look like a kindergarten kid, or even my loose blazer that I wore nowadays to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, every time I had a reunion or whatsoever, people took note of how I dress that day. So I guess I might be the queen of &lt;i&gt;mis&lt;/i&gt;match or something. Or maybe Korean freak as some would say, eventho I don't quite agree as Korean tends to dress formally-casual (if you know what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of my proudest attire ever. Hahaha. I totally wore the gem-studded tank top and cropped-jeans wannabe (by flipping it inside out, kekekeke, so me likey) with rocker's chain and lovely Lee-Minho's pink (or is it salem as one would say) blazer and the tennis shoe. Kekekekeke. Okay, apparently I'm not good with clothing names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that made me happy is that my boss doesn't comment anything after seeing my clothes. HAHAHAHA. Dude, at what part of the country does a KAP allow their employees to wear things like that? So giggly around the day. Especially after my idol-in-clothing, my berondong that is, keep wearing things like top-button white polo shirt and preppy pants and cute washcloth-shoes. HAHAHAHA. Okay, I blabber non-sense.But yesterday there was this funny moment when I got into an elevator ALONG WITH THE REST of the audit-tax team and I think I had to hide my nametag xD 'Cause one glimpse at the elevator and you'd think there are eight auditors and one magazine reporter inside. HAHAHAHAHA. So moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. anyway, these days I have no motivation to go out and shop for clothes. (Except for that gem-studded tank top and rocker jeans, kekekekeke). Why? I blamed it on lousy collection of the malls right now. I often check out things online, &lt;i&gt;ow the bliss of online shopping never cease to impress me&lt;/i&gt;, but I cannot afford the delivery cost T__T Like, craaaap holy de moly so pricey laaa. ~sebal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I really fond of (at least now) are the jackets, the blazers, the coats, whatever you named them. The simplicity of the design is what struck me the most. And here is one of them, ih so simple but yet no store in Jakarta sell these things. ~Hadeuuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yicSpwr_HU4/TmGROnleVyI/AAAAAAAAATg/aebrYXaMeBQ/s1600/green-jacket1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yicSpwr_HU4/TmGROnleVyI/AAAAAAAAATg/aebrYXaMeBQ/s320/green-jacket1.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-6522439301586666779?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/6522439301586666779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=6522439301586666779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6522439301586666779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6522439301586666779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/09/clothing-piece.html' title='Clothing piece'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yicSpwr_HU4/TmGROnleVyI/AAAAAAAAATg/aebrYXaMeBQ/s72-c/green-jacket1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-637790550211271028</id><published>2011-08-21T09:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T09:32:55.409+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Scent of a Woman</title><content type='html'>One thing that I appreciate the most from Dr. Champ drama last few months is the damn camera they use. Gave you the feeling of watching a movie instead. And now the team is BACK with another drama, including their PD and cameramen, so yayyyyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scent of a Woman is about a woman (duh!) who is diagnosed with 6 more months to live. She was struck by that knowledge, hence the life-style-changing she'd done in this drama. The life style changing is not as shallow as straighten your hair and wear fabulous dresses (well that, too) but it's all about different perception of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, she was just like the rest of us, working hard and swallowing her pride just to kiss some asses of the bosses in order to keep her job intact. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: jadi inget pengalaman seseorang, "Level lo tu kerjanya ngga usah pake mikir! Kerjain aja!" xD&lt;/span&gt;) And yes, she got blamed for something she didn't do, and according to Korea's term, no matter how not-guilty you are, just bow your head to the elder and admit your wrong. Well, she ain't taking that crap anymore, apparently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I love. Cause now she struggles to make the most of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's this typical type of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chaebol&lt;/span&gt;, a Korean term of wealthy kid from wealthy family, who's apparently got bored of his life. Seriously, all the time, his expression was this boring-almost-dumb look, like well-I-am-rich-so-what kind of look. Seriously annoying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. things about to change when these two met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tango lesson following afterwards. Just... /hot/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wailing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaa... aaaa... okay, I'll spoil.. The girl, having zero indulgence in her life, decided to do something that isn't her normally things-to-do. Such as tango class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hellow, that wealthy punk, also join this class for the sake of proving his growing-curiosity-of-this-new-girl is no more than.. a curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off they go, starting awkwardly at tango steps, holding the shoulder, yada-yada-yada.. and some episodes later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 471px; height: 264px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/scent08/scent08-00126a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh. Get a room, some might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actress (Kim Sun Ah) is what attracted me at first, cause she did wonderful in City Hall and My Name is Kim Sam Soon, and I extremely love this girl and her depressed-acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows, even though Lee Dong Wook is /so/ not my type (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riiiight!&lt;/span&gt;) he made it clear that he can act without words.. ahahahahahaha.. but with his breath and his body instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 265px; height: 148px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/scent08/scent08-00148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 266px; height: 149px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/scent08/scent08-00223.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 301px; height: 169px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/scent06/scent06-00347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 121px; height: 170px;" src="http://dramascenes.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/lee-dong-wook-29th-of-july-2.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=700" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-637790550211271028?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/637790550211271028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=637790550211271028&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/637790550211271028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/637790550211271028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/08/scent-of-woman.html' title='Scent of a Woman'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-6424489987387889719</id><published>2011-08-01T19:09:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:54:57.464+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Things I Hate The Most</title><content type='html'>1. Spoiler&lt;br /&gt;2. Got bitten by mosquito at my feet palm&lt;br /&gt;3. The phrase "We need to talk.." and "Whatever.."&lt;br /&gt;4. Intrusive, annoying and highly egoistical cats&lt;br /&gt;5. Goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;6. Being used and/or being taken for granted&lt;br /&gt;7. Unpacking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-6424489987387889719?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/6424489987387889719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=6424489987387889719&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6424489987387889719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6424489987387889719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-i-hate-most.html' title='Things I Hate The Most'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7290747542585836652</id><published>2011-07-27T23:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:19:03.568+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Midnite Rambling</title><content type='html'>Hurrah for taking a sick leave for two days. Now I know how much it hurts when your body suffers from lack of water. Thank you very much -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last couple of days I was basically, well, stranded in bed, although not as romantic as it sounds. Can't sleep well, can't sit well, always had this tendency to throw everything up, and pretty much in dilemma. To eat or not to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, I managed to distract my mind from my pain and suffering *halah* by doing my office work. Yeah, go figure! I stayed up late trying to finish the goddamn interest accrue calculation that REALLY REALLY starting to get on my nerves. I mean, I didn't realize I was actually /that/ stupid not to know how to calculate interest accrue. Dude, by the time I finished this assignment, I'm so not gonna work in a bank. Ew. Ew. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I grew obsessed with this string of numbers, this matrix of formula, this magnificent data that is trying to tell me something. Kekekekeke. I suddenly enjoyed sitting in silent, just looking at those numbers and calmly tried to 'talk' to them. Okay, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; nerd when needed. Especially when it had become life and death matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.. but then again, maybe the reason why I became so obsessed with this thing is because my client is finally appointed me someone who can explain things carefully to me, this freakin accrue idiot. This guy, whom I never met, whose existence is only sejauh kabel telfon *ihiy*, subconsciously motivated me to just finish this calculation. Hey, that's what I call soft skill. I never seen any of my client has this high level of enthusiasm *err* of calling and following /me/ up for progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hellowww.. I'm the auditor not you, dear Mister. Stop being so initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekekekeke. But who am I kidding, I love it when someone's pinpointing me something that is honestly my fault, yet I can dodge easily by saying, "Sorryyy, just recovered from severe illness. Not my fault, blame my weak brain at that time.." And then he went, "Ha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait, was the heck was my point by writing this post?&lt;/em&gt; o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaah.. lately cause I suffered from lack-of-client syndrome, I tend to be the self-introvert, just like the old time. Not having too much client to talk to, to communicate with, made me awkward with socializing term. I almost forgot how to say hellow on the phone with this sucking-up-ass-kissing tone. Kekekekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 356px; float: left; height: 193px;" alt="" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/spy04/spy04-00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The drama I've been watching while taking the sick leave is &lt;a href="http://www.dramabeans.com/tag/myung-wol-the-spy/"&gt;Myungwol The Spy&lt;/a&gt;, ultimately just because it has Eric, my long lost pet. I do believe I posted something about him somewhere in this blog, HAHAHAHA... *masa muda* and now he's back from military service, looking yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story were about some messed up plots which required a North Korean spy-girls to kidnap and marry a certain South Korean idol star and take him back to North Korean to be their asset. Yes, because the North deemed it dangerous for their nation to be engaged in this Hallyu wave syndrome. Better have it their own way, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 369px; float: right; height: 201px;" alt="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2011/spy/spy1/spy1-00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The North Korean spy-girl was accompanied by another North Korean guy-officer who is cold and has no emotion whatsoever. Only The Motherland and Secret Mission were in his head. Oooh, love this character setup already, girls ;P Especially when this NK guy-officer is dear-lord-oh-so-cold-yet-so-hot, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for some pictures spam. Kekekekekeke. Can't get enough of this hard-to-get guy-officer. And yeah, I'm so into men-in-uniforms. Hahahahahaha. I'm shallow that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 438px; display: block; height: 252px;" alt="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2011/spy/spy1/spy1-00374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 438px; display: block; height: 252px;" alt="" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/spy02/spy02-00220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 438px; display: block; height: 252px;" alt="" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/spy02/spy02-00274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7290747542585836652?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7290747542585836652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7290747542585836652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7290747542585836652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7290747542585836652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/07/midnite-rambling.html' title='Midnite Rambling'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7596447526884387202</id><published>2011-07-16T11:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:58:58.414+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>City Hunter</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I never tawt I would be pulled so hard by this drama. I mean, I ‘m not even  a die-hard Lee Min Ho’s fans, not even after seeing him in Personal Taste. But  whaddya know, the drama is slick and surprisingly refreshing. In terms of tone  and directing, and the genre they picked, and the theme they chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Hunter was supposed to be about a playboy and sly detective catching bad  guys all over town. Well, that is what City Hunter is basically all about, but I  didn’t expect it to be..  yeah, this cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 209px; height: 117px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/cityhunter13/hunter13-00039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; text-align: center; width: 209px; height: 117px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2011/city/city2/city14-00292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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;City Hunter was basically run on the revenge premise thing. A boy seeking out  to have a pay back with bad guys who killed his father. He was trained by a  surrogate father, who was some sort of this creepy obsessed guy with dark  personality and clever strategy. I love his dad SO MUCH, it hurts. Cause I  /know/ he’s the bad guy, yet I love him. Aaawww… what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama reminded me a lot of Batman, his secret cover and his damn wealth.  And the sidekick he got, namely Robin and the police inspector. Pretty much the  same, only hotter and more Korean. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 117px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/cityhunter8/hunter8-00204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The other thing I love the most about this drama is that the girl do not need  any rescue. Yay for girl power! She can kick ass, she’s fast learner, she’s  witty and hellow she’s not shallow. Love her, especially when this girl was  played by Park Min Young, whom last seen as Kim Young Shik of Sungkyunkwan  Scandal, the drama I took by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/cityhunter9/hunter9-00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 116px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/cityhunter9/hunter9-00088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the rival of City Hunter guy? The prosecutor? Just perfect. Not slow on  any take, quickly grasp every situation, had his own father-and-son conflict,  and super duper cute. Hahaha. Of course, the fact that this guy was played by  Lee Joon Hyuk, the assistant of Jo Gook of City Hall, a character I quickly adore even if his  screen time is minimum, was pretty much helps. And this guy is so damn smart it pains me. I mean, stop being so smart! Can't a hero take one or two breath while saving the city? Let him rest, dude. You, on the other hand, could very well pursue your abandoned love life. I mean, the vet? She's hot. Re-marry her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 153px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2011/cityhunter8/hunter8-00033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The story itself, although sometimes cliche, I cannot help but hooked in each  and every ending of the episode. They took the word cliffhanger into a different  level. Hahaha. Okay, maybe not for first three episode, but the rest? Epic!  Someone’s life is always in danger. There's always blood. And Lee Min Ho is always sick from poison, dangerous stuff, and love. Aww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7596447526884387202?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7596447526884387202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7596447526884387202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7596447526884387202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7596447526884387202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/07/city-hunter.html' title='City Hunter'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7877782896795558548</id><published>2011-06-16T19:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T19:11:22.247+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>trip.. tripped..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618787165948056498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cuWwqIF4T8/TfnxKGbbk7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/QLuAkuBYUK8/s320/IMG_9843-731081.JPG" /&gt;Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been damn too long before I get the chance to write again. I miss you my blog, cup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have reached the half time of the year, more or less, and there's sad moment happy moment that I'd like to savor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I've been pretty much the labil girl I (so not) used to be. And today is one of those days when I can think clearly about myself and my life. Yes, dear fellow reader, I hail to the "I, Me, Mine" concept so brace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, uhm.. I've been to many fun vacations taken with different circles of friends, and I enjoyed each and every one of 'em. Thousand island with the dorky college pals, Seoul with the ladies, and Bali with (basically the only) group I always hang out with at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to compare but each one felt like not enuff. No, not enuff at all. Although there's none that made me cringe at the end of the journey (you know, the feeling of not wanting it to end and stuff?), but everytime I recalled each trip, I always regret the fact that I (for one) should've planned it more carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this two kind of journey I've experienced. One is when you REALLY wanna go back there to the same place and explore another part of the place. The other being "Okay, so that was nice, thank you but no more, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.. Bali, if given the right time and financial saving, I may want to go back, but seriously, not a beach girl so I only got excited everytime we went to a souvenir places or culinary spots. By default, it's a one-time-experience-is-enough for me. Except for maybe the watersports =___= Want want want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousand Island. Nyaah, not a beach girl AND cannot really swim so that one is also a one-time-experience-is-enough. Maybe if I was to go to another good spot of snorkeling AND not meeting with so-not-mind-your-own-business kind of tour guide, I may want to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul, on the other hand... me want to gooooooooo again!!! Cannot get enough of having to stay and experience and feel other country's culture for a limited time. I dunno, I loved to have a new set of life, different from what I have in Jakarta already, and breath literally new air in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the same excited feeling when I travelled to Bangkok last year. Even getting up in the new bed really had me shivered with excitement. Damn! The language barrier, no problemo, I'm so willing to learn one or two lines along the way, as long as it helps me to get what I want. Hehehe. The weather, hah! As if... The people, the places, the photo objects... love it love it love it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7877782896795558548?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7877782896795558548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7877782896795558548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7877782896795558548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7877782896795558548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/06/trip-tripped.html' title='trip.. tripped..'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cuWwqIF4T8/TfnxKGbbk7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/QLuAkuBYUK8/s72-c/IMG_9843-731081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5419635179800846469</id><published>2011-04-25T09:14:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:11:26.747+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>fut-the-wuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, the title is just some catchy phrase I caught from Gossip Girl episode. Epic, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I experience mid-life crisis, ha-ha, as in fut-the-wuck am I doin here? This is so boring and exhausting and no longer exciting as I thought it would be.. hence the all traveling plans I made.. for the sake of making some refreshment out of my life. Like a candy box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I face another dilemma. Here comes new engagement, considerably different from my old assignment, and it grab my interest right away. I work with different people, I work with self-motivating coach-wannabe, I work within alien culture (which is totally clashing with my day-to-day working habit) and yes I discover new excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I grew this signature-of-stress-disease, pimples, oh-nooo.. that is one ultimate sign that I have been stressed out too much. So I self-reflected (again) and I got confused. Do I wanna do this or not? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please wucking made up your mind, girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making small talks with friends always ended up with me thinking alone in my tiny-cubicle-piece-of-mind. Please emphasize on the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; cause lately I don't feel like sharing too much. So yes, I'm a bit of those loner looney girl in the corner, silently watching and keeping up smiles appearance once in a while (if applicable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I dun know where to start. The current trend is for people leaving their current job, looking for a better future, and always ended up in asking me, "Don't you wanna move on with your career?". And  I would smile and say no. Or maybe just grin. Hahahahaha.. I don't wanna move on with my career cause I don't think I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liking&lt;/span&gt; my current career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this small dream, which required TONS of initial commitment and money (duh!), and sometimes I looked back and wondered, why the heck didn't I go after my lunatic impulse when I was in high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about impulse, I suffer from some kind of soul-deprivation for impulsion. Meaning that I crave (hard) for that impulsive action, impulsive buying, impulsive thinking, impulsive talking.. any kind of impulsive things. Ha-ha. But I cannot do it too often since people slash friends already mocking me a lot about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling when you just imagine you would slapped someone so hard right at that moment.. or if my example was too extreme.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt; that someone right away? Yeah, that kind of strong impulse. I don't really like to think too much, thus the short-term memory pandemic I've strongly inhabit in couple of these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not much of interest seeing people having a hard time to made up their mind -whether they want to buy this or that, whether they want to break up or continue the relationship, whether they want to stay or leave, whether they like it or not- it's just damn too tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I sometimes refrain myself from those impulsive action, hence the slo-mo attitude. So sad thinking that I gradually loosing friends because of that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm.. should re-check my calendar once again and see if there's somebody canceling their friendship with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay.. this impulsive intuition really brought people close to me rolling their eyes out and sometimes saying things that really.. they shouldn't have said altogether.. Since when does it become their problem whether I choose to do this and not that, to buy this and not that, to say this and not that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm much more sensitive nowadays compared to those years back then. Words can stung, I know. I used to choose to ignore it and have a laugh at it, but at times I get really tired and bark back. And I'm sad, cause some people then started to stay away cause (I think they think) I can't be that type of friend any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... what's all this gotta do with my mid-life crisis blog post theme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. uhm.. so yeah.. let's just list all my impulsive action nowadays, and we'll start working from there (red: quoting the infamous coach-wannabe work colleague of mine)&lt;br /&gt;1. Buying without thinking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, no argue at this point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Traveling without well-made plans. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suuurree..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Saying things without thinking, resulting in people reaalllyy considering everything before they make any move. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No fun in that, honestly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meeting up with my brother and planning for a family-vacation. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. and the list when blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. no wonder I craved this impulsive action a lot more.. so why don't I start it with a change of career path? xP &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, no guts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O78zkA-Eovs/TZngw2hjscI/AAAAAAAAAGg/atztklG5Otw/s1600/think-outside-the-box.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-5419635179800846469?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5419635179800846469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5419635179800846469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5419635179800846469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5419635179800846469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/04/fut-wuck.html' title='fut-the-wuck'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O78zkA-Eovs/TZngw2hjscI/AAAAAAAAAGg/atztklG5Otw/s72-c/think-outside-the-box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5024206213786943240</id><published>2011-02-25T14:51:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:54:22.136+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Side job</title><content type='html'>Last week I got a side project, which is to make an offering to someone's spiritual teacher. This offering basically sum up all the good deeds she did during the last couple of years. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinda cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the considerably good deed she did was this one particular orphanage which she maintained and cared for along with her friends. And I was one of those people that used to visit that orphanage. Those were incredible moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making this side project reminded me again of that orphanage. The lil devils and annoying brat, cutie children and really-really adorable one. Aaah, I missed them. The location of that orphanage is amazingly far far away in la la land. So it's been a privilege visiting them with my office mates, actually. Which I don't get to do very often nowadays, given the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay... those kids in the orphanage, they tend to consider strangers as someone they should reaaally not to pay attention to. Not to say that they're wrong, since people do come and go to the orphanage A LOT, sometimes to celebrate a birthday, sometimes to celebrate religious holidays, and sometimes to claim that they are indeed saint people doing saint deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those visits usually only last for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why bother care about people who look at you with pity and sympathy once in a while, rite? I feel you, kiddo. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, my office mates' visits are done continuously and on regular basis. So, at one point, they started to remember your name and your face. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That &lt;/span&gt;felt so sweet, having those lil brats recognize your face. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back.. I actually enjoyed being around them, all of them.. neglected child in a deserted place, with lousy caretaker -___-" But let's not talking about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyaaah... particularly that lil demon!!!! I missed him already, he will grow up as a cute brondong deeeeeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPAsBveOvGg/TWdl4Sub85I/AAAAAAAAASE/06a-4eain1M/s1600/prinskrin3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPAsBveOvGg/TWdl4Sub85I/AAAAAAAAASE/06a-4eain1M/s400/prinskrin3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577538681295336338" 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/8439057-5024206213786943240?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5024206213786943240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5024206213786943240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5024206213786943240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5024206213786943240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/02/side-job.html' title='Side job'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPAsBveOvGg/TWdl4Sub85I/AAAAAAAAASE/06a-4eain1M/s72-c/prinskrin3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-2209221743526287871</id><published>2011-02-09T16:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:32:11.173+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Show'/><title type='text'>Running Man</title><content type='html'>This is the latest crack in my office. Officially succeeded in making everyone laughs. Like for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yujon.com/images/stories/vs/k-vs/runningman/22614505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 397px;" src="http://yujon.com/images/stories/vs/k-vs/runningman/22614505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The thing that I love about Korean variety show is that they keep changing the format as the show goes on. First episode concept is A WHOLE LOT different than (let's say) 27th episode. And it's still as hilariously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Running Man is hosted by the very same MC that I adore back then when I was watching X-Man, MC Yoo Jae Suk. You know rite, that old variety show, with its famous "Dangyunhaji - Of Course" segment? With its rising star, the infamous Eagle Eye and his deathly words of seduction? Hahaha, I miss that show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yujon.com/images/stories/vs/k-vs/runningman/78550246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 389px;" src="http://yujon.com/images/stories/vs/k-vs/runningman/78550246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MC Yoo&lt;/span&gt;, there's also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Jong Kook &lt;/span&gt;(the mosquito singer, also the nickname he obtained from X-Man back then, since his voice is not what you expect from his body size) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha-ha &lt;/span&gt;(also a gag master from X-Man back then). The additional regular player is the ones I put my interest on. There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song Joong Ki &lt;/span&gt;(shockingly came up as the genius brat, I really envy his brain capacity, and yes, he's the playboy in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sungkyunkwan Scandal&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary &lt;/span&gt;(hip-hop rapper slash singer), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song Ji Hyo&lt;/span&gt; (actress, played in Frozen Flower and Goong), Lee Kwang Soo (actor, and a vewy dorky guy, I love him!) and Ji Suk Jin (MC and comedian, one good example of 'age do him good' kind of thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yujon.com/images/stories/vs/k-vs/runningman/46613378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 373px;" src="http://yujon.com/images/stories/vs/k-vs/runningman/46613378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gyaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the concept of Running Man show is obviously the man who is running. In every episode, there's this obligatory game called Hide-And-Seek with sometimes additional rules and restriction. The games they're playing is so damn simple but so damn hilarious. That's the perks of having Korean playing variety show, I guess. They play it to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yujon.com/images/stories/vs/k-vs/runningman/95343976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 193px;" src="http://yujon.com/images/stories/vs/k-vs/runningman/95343976.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other thing that I love about Running Man issss... they always play in a Korean landmark. Let it be the &lt;b&gt;Suwon World Cup Stadium, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gwacheon National Science Museum, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seoul Metro &lt;/b&gt;and other interesting places. Gyaaah! I'd love to visit there sometimes, especially that disaster place, &lt;b&gt; Boramae Safety Experience Center&lt;/b&gt;, that one is absolutely brilliant. You can experience the natural disaster and learn to cope with it. An earthquake, fire, and so on and so on. Waaaaw.. *norak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on with the next episodes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-2209221743526287871?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/2209221743526287871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=2209221743526287871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2209221743526287871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2209221743526287871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/02/running-man.html' title='Running Man'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7702818654261819148</id><published>2011-02-03T18:31:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:09:00.066+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Dream High</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSnvi8MXYmY/TUe_3cSkC0I/AAAAAAAAArE/wuPSKjcg1WQ/s1600/hyemi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSnvi8MXYmY/TUe_3cSkC0I/AAAAAAAAArE/wuPSKjcg1WQ/s1600/hyemi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time, in one particular high school, lived one particular girl student. Let's call her Suzy. Not only that she got the looks, she also had the wealth and singing talent and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; of antis. All things other girls could only imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, Suzy's bloody cold and heartless. She always thought she deserved all those luxuries. She actually took it all for granted. Not a very noble girl, our girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, the world turned against her. Or so she thought. The dad went bankrupt, and she abruptly thrown into one lousy lifestyle, but managed to seal it from others. Her fanatic girl admirers, mostly. She acted and talked like life still going on normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, she had to face the fact that dad's bankruptcy needs to be settled, and she needs to help the dad to solve the problem. Since the only talent she got is singing, the only thing possible was for her to get into the art school that will somehow boost her career. Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, fate decided the other way around. Life seems to have some sense of humor on this particular girl, since she got rejected at the audition of the so-called-famous-art-school. Hello? This girl with abundant talent of singing? Ha! That hurt her dignity. A lot. Especially since her plain-and-nerdy-faithful-admirer got into that school, easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One slap to her pride didn't turn our girl into one goody-two-shoes girl. No. She still possess that arrogant look and high level of vanity. Tsk tsk. Not a fast learner girl, our girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how? How can we turn this egotism girl into one lovable character? Fate decided to give her two companions. Hm, not one but two. Too much, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, she got that one of those rare second-chances of getting into that art school, and there she met two VERY different male students. Let's call them Jin and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things doesn't go smoothly for Suzy, because immediately for her sole attitude, she's placed into worst-of-the-worst classroom by the teachers. Let's call the class... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misfit Mafia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.hancinema.net/photos/photo146570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 209px;" src="http://photos.hancinema.net/photos/photo146570.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jin, our foreman student, at one quick glance, seems to be a typical-if-not-cliche kind of guy. He is the baddest of all bad boys. The one you'll always find in every school. A loner, rebellious and ignorant student, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;has one good trait. Either the look, the brain or the talent. In this case, he possessed two of the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin always thinks of Suzy as one snotty girl, really-really need to be smacked on the head for her lousy attitude. Same goes for her, but not as passionate. As mentioned earlier, Suzy is a pretty heartless (and passionless) kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite their annoyance of each other, the two shares one similar trait. They're both stubborn and gain high dose of pride. Match made in heaven, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, Jin is a son of a wealthy politician. He got his life mapped by daddy by the time he was born into the world. Get into good school, obtain good grades, work in politics and be a successful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things didn't go that smooth for the daddy. Jin happened to be one talented dancer and entertainer, so naturally he chose that art school for two reasons. One, cause he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;enjoys dancing, and two, he's a bit sick of his daddy-interference with his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given his temper, Jin nearly got rejected in the audition. Yet, somehow he's also being given the rare-second-chance of school-admission (maybe because he threw tantrum for the greater good at the audition &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;the school-director happened to see through his aggressive appearance). Anyway, naturally he got placed into that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misfit Mafia &lt;/span&gt;class, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.hancinema.net/photos/photo146569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 227px;" src="http://photos.hancinema.net/photos/photo146569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam is a country boy, not a city boy. He's lack of that sophisticated look and attitude, and mostly he's just one simple straightforward guy. Okay, scratch that. He's totally naive and adorable. If he likes you, he'll say he likes you. Just like that. No drama whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the rural background, he also had the typical rural history. He is an abandon son of those non-responsible-men who left his pregnant wife to pursue career as singer in the big city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam loves his mom (who's as simple and straightforward as he is) so much, he hides the fact that he could actually sing very well. As a matter of fact, he is one child prodigy, who can catch the tune and rhyme so fast you'll be picking your jaw off the floor every time you see Sam in action. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; how good he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy met Sam in her way of obtaining that rare-second-chance of getting into the art school. You see, Sam is hand-picked by the school director to enter the art school. But given the fact that Sam lives in rural area, he will not aware that there's an opening in that art school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where Suzy played her part. For her to be able to be admitted into the art-school (that and many other reasons), she needs to convince Sam to go with her to the art-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, when he met Suzy for the very first time, he practically fell for her. Hahahaha. Or at least, the manipulative side of her, since she's not normally bubbly and cheerful. All fake, for the sake of greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Sam knew Suzy is a total fake, and a bloody self-centered girl that she is. That, however, didn't erase his infatuation for the girl. Have no idea why. Maybe love at first sight &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, eventually Sam agreed to enter the art-school. Unfortunately, having the so-called-rare-second-chance really has it perks. Sam entered the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misfit Mafia &lt;/span&gt;class since the teachers there decided that one who didn't do the audition needs to prove oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSnvi8MXYmY/TUfMeJIQsyI/AAAAAAAAArc/Y0g8mLQpJVk/s1600/iuaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSnvi8MXYmY/TUfMeJIQsyI/AAAAAAAAArc/Y0g8mLQpJVk/s1600/iuaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IU is a girl with beautiful voice and beautiful heart and beautiful personality. She is everything an artist could hope for. A full package. The thing is, the outer look is not that impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one major heavy weight girl. And in that entertainment industry, look is everything. Or at the very least, every one but her thinks like that. She's absolutely okay with the way she looks, but apparently the world doesn't hold the same judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing the audition to the art school is an easy matter, cause she got the voice material. Getting through with how her looks is whole different thing. Teachers there agrees that she needs to workout her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, she didn't achieve the target. That's how she got herself into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misfit Mafia &lt;/span&gt;class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.hancinema.net/photos/photo146571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 231px;" src="http://photos.hancinema.net/photos/photo146571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason is one transferred student from abroad. Not transferred-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt;, but he was raised abroad before high school. Every school got this type of guy also. A popular, humble and talented student. He spread his charms to everyone, since being raised in the abroad only meant one thing for him, which is to treat everyone as equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, he didn't seem mind at all when the heaviest girl in school had crush on him. IU practically bombarded him with secret gifts and swoon over him every time he passed by. That kind of silly-head-over-heels-crush you've experienced in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSnvi8MXYmY/TUfO84D69jI/AAAAAAAAArg/d8LKSOFAEvA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uSnvi8MXYmY/TUfO84D69jI/AAAAAAAAArg/d8LKSOFAEvA/s1600/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He thinks of IU as one interesting friend, whom he can ask for karaoke night at anytime AND despite her appearance, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;loves her voice. That's one major adorable factor from this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, this two has been destined together right from the start. You will never miss the chance to see cutie-awkwardness triggered by IU's crush to Jason. And since Jason is an over-the-top cool-but-chipmunk-ey person, they both look adorable. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.hancinema.net/photos/fullsizephoto146558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 297px;" src="http://photos.hancinema.net/photos/fullsizephoto146558.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Becky is formerly known as the best friend of Suzy and her greatest admirer. She cares about Suzy a lot and practically worshiped the land Suzy just walked by. She nearly lost her self-identity in order to match everything Suzy did. The hairstyle, the wardrobe, the bags, the shoes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things turn around 180 degrees for this lovely girl at the art school audition. Suzy was enraged since she didn't make it while Becky actually got admitted. How come? They're both performing a duet, nonetheless. Suzy spat hatred words towards her, in front of every jury at that audition, practically shattered her dreamy-world into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how Becky changed. She is no longer the innocent girl like everyone used to know. She grew hatred for Suzy and highly annoyed knowing that Suzy was admitted to the art-school anyway. She thrived for being the best at school, at stage performance, and in everyone's eyes. Using cheapskate trick, that line has already been crossed. That's how the rival begin. Best friend to become the worst enemy plot line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, she fell for Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these story lines. I love I love I love the base plot for everyone. And ultimately, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adore &lt;/span&gt;the loser-to-winner stories. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jioGo2oMy8E/TTWAUrnmgXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Hz-ipurs6yg/s1600/Dream-High2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jioGo2oMy8E/TTWAUrnmgXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Hz-ipurs6yg/s1600/Dream-High2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jioGo2oMy8E/TTWAUrnmgXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Hz-ipurs6yg/s1600/Dream-High2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7702818654261819148?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7702818654261819148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7702818654261819148&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7702818654261819148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7702818654261819148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-high.html' title='Dream High'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSnvi8MXYmY/TUe_3cSkC0I/AAAAAAAAArE/wuPSKjcg1WQ/s72-c/hyemi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-596732656689302714</id><published>2011-01-16T08:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T09:04:05.031+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Vegan Much?</title><content type='html'>I usually never give a crap about where the food I ate came from. I largely enjoy meat, especially beef. Yes, whenever possible, I chose beef rather than chicken. And not to mention, I rarely eat vegetables. So I’m a big ‘fat’ carnivore, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TTJQR6eW-FI/AAAAAAAAARc/NZDpScIU3cA/s1600-h/stock-vector-vector-sticker-apple-quot-go-vegan-quot-49674679%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-top: 0px;" title="stock-vector-vector-sticker-apple-quot-go-vegan-quot-49674679" alt="stock-vector-vector-sticker-apple-quot-go-vegan-quot-49674679" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TTJQTZPoOMI/AAAAAAAAARg/nKHYstWwXnA/stock-vector-vector-sticker-apple-quot-go-vegan-quot-49674679_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="137" width="113" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we might say, yesterday’s dining experience was a bit new to me, since I had a discussion with my friends about the reason they chose the vegan lifestyle. As it turns out, the world has changed so much that the need to consume the meat endangers whole population. At first, me and my simple-minded brain found it ironic regarding the restaurant’s slogan (which is, Be Veg, Go Green and Save the Planet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could you go green if all you eat was greenie thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, okay, that was seriously ignorance of me. It was never about consuming the ‘tree’ but more like stopping the growth of livestock. This centuries, people’s demand of a livestock has increased so much, the livestock started to overgrown the demand itself, &lt;em&gt;which made me wonder about a whole new thing, but let’s leave it at that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the livestock increased like hell, the earth space that they took, and the greenie thing that they consume, has been taken largely from the one part that actually dedicated to human being by God. Hahahaha. Do you get it? Hopefully I explains things better in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a simple illustration:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TTJQVXwp0KI/AAAAAAAAARk/WdYjQkPVh2g/s1600-h/illustration%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px;" title="illustration" alt="illustration" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TTJQXpL9wTI/AAAAAAAAARs/73SCdXc_hXs/illustration_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="378" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing about vegan people is, they tend to humanize animal. Let it be cow slaughter, chicken slaughter, fish slaughter, etc. they simply think that animals have feelings too. Me, personally, have no opinion regarding this. Cause you know me, I‘m the one who watched men-slaughter in Hostel and SAW without so much as a blink of an eye, and even took notes on how real the blood property really looked. Hmm, so the animal-humanizing thing doesn’t really had me on my nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here’s an agreeable quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="bqstart"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;Paul McCartney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="bqend"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot deny how cruel human is to other being, and the way they slaughter something is remarkably creative. They forcefully gut a chicken, cut its leg, throw it to another batch (most likely still alive) to have their insides thrown out. And cow.. hmmm… okay, next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that’s basically what intrigued me the whole day yesterday. Honestly, if we’re talking about non-meat meal, I‘ve done it for like several days every week. Certainly not because of the vegan lifestyle, but it’s more about the financial condition. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the restaurant I had dinner yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(155, 0, 211);font-size:130%;" &gt;Loving Hut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(I have no idea that it’s a vegan restaurant, for real) where the wall was mainly decorated by actor/actress/activist/musician’s face (including but not limited to *halah* Tobey McGuire, Gandhi , Tom Cruise,  Avril Lavigne, Brad Pitt, etc etc etc). The food is awesome, HAHAHAHA.. okay, so I’ve underestimated vegan food after all. Never knew how on earth can they create such texture and taste using only non-meat ingredients. I mean, HOW? The Cha Siu (sted pork) is uh-mazing, really-really good. And there’s cute lil drink called Popeye Juice (interesting!)  that consist of red spinach + orange + pineapple. Absolutely delicious, though not really sure about the healthy part xD I mean, they did put sugar in it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend piqued my interest about having lunch in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dharma Kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, since she insisted that that restaurant got the best menu ever. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, overall, I’ve only been to two vegan restaurants (the other being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Padmanadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), and the price is quite pricey, so I’m not sure whether I’m ready to slowly change the way I eat or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, maybe after May&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="border-style: none;" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-winkingsmile" alt="Winking smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TTJQYYW81rI/AAAAAAAAARw/Drz47MHripA/wlEmoticon-winkingsmile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-596732656689302714?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/596732656689302714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=596732656689302714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/596732656689302714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/596732656689302714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/01/vegan-much.html' title='Vegan Much?'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TTJQTZPoOMI/AAAAAAAAARg/nKHYstWwXnA/s72-c/stock-vector-vector-sticker-apple-quot-go-vegan-quot-49674679_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-2935064454145274170</id><published>2011-01-10T14:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:06:11.397+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganteng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>drama.. more drama..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyJtaUtTI/AAAAAAAAAPs/hwSGQDBP3LU/s1600-h/wallppSG%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px;" title="wallppSG" alt="wallppSG" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyMejmEwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zs5tXf3Q8zA/wallppSG_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" border="0" height="236" width="404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Secret Garden (2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I went as far as making my own wallpaper out of it. That ought to tell you how obsessed I am with this drama. The quirky (if not insane) characters, the mental humor, the fantasy plot line, Hyun Bin, the huge library, awesome white sport car, simply the greatest house ever been, Hyun Bin, beautiful directing, awesome scriptwriter, hilarious supporting roles, have I mentioned Hyun Bin?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyNmT_faI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bnusUBmqZoA/s1600-h/b4848ba3e145b97ad97ccf47ba03fe5f_large%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-top: 0px;" title="b4848ba3e145b97ad97ccf47ba03fe5f_large" alt="b4848ba3e145b97ad97ccf47ba03fe5f_large" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyOdkN1cI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Wj8gRXuiG3A/b4848ba3e145b97ad97ccf47ba03fe5f_large_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="244" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secret Garden is one of those rare K-Dramas where the male lead go straight into his woman. Uh-huh! He simply run after her, putting so much effort to get to know her, insisting (and being uber narcissist) that she should have liked him too. Hahahaha, love that character to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the sole reason why I watch this one is because of the Hyun Bin factor. Granted, never knew him before, but I did marathon-ing his old dramas to get to know him more (and a bad move, if I may say, for he is WAY more developed in Secret Garden), i.e. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Name is Kim Sam-Soon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World’s Within&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friend Our Legend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about a man and a woman (duh!) who got mixed up in a complicated fate and had to swap bodies every time it’s raining. So Ranma 1/2, eh? No! This is even wackier, damn sexier and hello… that sit-up scene really changed my world. This drama has the potential to turn even a simple eye-staring and hand-grabbing into one R-rated movie. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret Garden, however, didn’t triumph my ultimate obsession toward &lt;strong&gt;Sungkyunkwan Scandal&lt;/strong&gt;. Dunno, I felt like SKKS relieve my thirst of dynamic youngster-life so nothing beats that.. or maybe &lt;strong&gt;Dream High &lt;/strong&gt;will? Depends, though, whether there will be bromance in that drama or not. Hahaha, I’m such a sucker for a cute bromance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----***----  &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyP3axXaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/eyBgMfCbwkg/s1600-h/drChamp1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-top: 0px;" title="drChamp1" alt="drChamp1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyQ0EAZMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8qG6QsNT4yU/drChamp1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="283" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqySAsVcvI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SVA_eus5K6A/s1600-h/drChamp2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="drChamp2" alt="drChamp2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyTAbX5SI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zWPYbAVkHKU/drChamp2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="284" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Doctor Champ (2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another drama with the male lead run after his woman without so-much as bullshit act. He sees her, he likes her, he helps her, he get her. That’s it! No need for munchy-munchy conflict whatsoever. Love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first thing I noticed about Doctor Champ is how they use the 35mm camera to produce such BEAUTIFUL cinema-like scenes. Damn I love it, love the genius director and editor of this drama. Watching it is like watching a high quality pictures in  theater. Supported by good-looking (and good-bodied) actors, what more could I possibly ask? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story took place around Korean Olympic-training camp, where athletes got trained and supervise privately in order to gain as many medals in world-class tournament. The main focus is the two doctors working in that camp, physical-and-sometimes-psychological-consulting to the athletes. And the main sport-major involving in this drama is from Judo. Yay for six-packs guys running around topless here and there =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyUIqb6MI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kTMvnjBTE0I/s1600-h/drchamp082010-10-22-16h33m11s105%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="drchamp082010-10-22-16h33m11s105" alt="drchamp082010-10-22-16h33m11s105" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyVJnJWmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Rx2y_E_vTwA/drchamp082010-10-22-16h33m11s105_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="139" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyV7SooXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uQg7T7fuuMI/s1600-h/drchamp0600133%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="drchamp0600133" alt="drchamp0600133" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyXDkG7_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/UIeobGb7_Vw/drchamp0600133_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="139" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are basically two things attract me to Doctor Champ, one of them is how cute the male lead act (despite his muscle size, he’s just simply adorable teddy bear). Both his relationship to the female lead AND his fellow judo athlete made me tune in non-stop from start to the end. Okay, that’s not fair, I’ll admit it, mostly why I drawn into this drama is because of their bromaaaanceee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyYOmK9aI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vyWR1Mpm1WI/s1600-h/DrChamp05-00024%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="DrChamp05-00024" alt="DrChamp05-00024" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyZC8RrWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/EdxJv18ku8g/DrChamp05-00024_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="139" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyaaWNL-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/xMrzGsDcQGQ/s1600-h/DrChamp05-00051%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-top: 0px;" title="DrChamp05-00051" alt="DrChamp05-00051" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqybQxz8sI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wKVfFmzivq0/DrChamp05-00051_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="139" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha.. okay, these two deserve the award as the hottest-buddies ever. They bicker to each other, supporting each other beyond anyone’s imagination, and who knows? The latter conflict in Doctor Champ is actually about these two. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----***----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqycRBwvAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7WRNhu3jf-o/s1600-h/thecasts%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px;" title="thecasts" alt="thecasts" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqydapVfDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6UW9MWHRWHM/thecasts_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="243" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(155, 0, 211);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sungkyunkwan Scandal (2010)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last year drama obsession, nothing beats the exciting feeling I got from this one. Mein gott I’m such a sucker for any youthful dramas. I adore the damn moral lesson in this drama, which is not to give up and pursue your education no matter  what kind of given situation that you’re in. Aaw! Wish every kids nowadays seeing this one, especially my brother =_=”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyeT5L51I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/4xr2puHo-p0/s1600-h/bscap0071qn%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-top: 0px;" title="bscap0071qn" alt="bscap0071qn" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyfVhG0FI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/AhYqz-w_Gcg/bscap0071qn_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="139" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, the story took us back in Joseon era, right on time when I missed this kind of era-setup. Sigh. Everything was so simple back then, eh? No open-kiss scene, no outright dating, no vulgar-relationship. Everything is simply sweet and that’s why I love it when the hero(es) of Sungkyunkwan Scandal thrives to better future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqygEJEDyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PcWkxHFzSmw/s1600-h/skks19-00265%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px;" title="skks19-00265" alt="skks19-00265" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyhnzHrkI/AAAAAAAAARA/wMUbOd9zgUg/skks19-00265_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" align="right" border="0" height="139" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The story is about a girl (let’s call her A), dressed as a guy, trying to earn a living by translating scriptures (and stuff) to mostly Sungkyunwan’s scholar. Good to know things didn’t get that much different from nowadays, huh? Anyway, she is apparently a bright mind, which made certain male scholar (let’s call him B) felt shame that this girl (whom he perceive as a man) didn’t go to the proper school. That’s how all the chaos started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyirer27I/AAAAAAAAARE/BWKxc8L5CoA/s1600-h/bscap0020g0%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-top: 0px;" title="bscap0020g0" alt="bscap0020g0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyjvQVieI/AAAAAAAAARI/AshuZtwEO0k/bscap0020g0_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="167" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later in the story, they will team up as a flower-four-type-of-group along with the other characters (read: MAIN REASON why I watched this drama xP) Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy (let’s call him C) and that guy (let’s call him D) were two old-friend back from childhood (not sure, I just assumed) so we can say they’re both pretty close. C posed as a flamboyant kind of guy, always wearing beautiful clothes and a fan, pretty much a noble son, whilst D resembles more of a gangster-noble son. Aww.. such cute setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyk2lIXkI/AAAAAAAAARM/lCUHOqxwcHc/s1600-h/OurBromance%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px;" title="OurBromance" alt="OurBromance" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyl_2dm0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/fHHa6yvReW8/OurBromance_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="right" border="0" height="173" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This two (for me) were the one that actually made the scandal in the Sungkyunkwan campus. Hahahaha. What differs them both from any other bromance I’ve seen is that I ACTUALLY wish happiness and long-lasting marriage for them both T_T And hello, apparently I’m not the only &lt;strike&gt;sinner&lt;/strike&gt; one thinking it like that xD They were elected as the BEST COUPLE in SBS Drama Award last year, so yeah, imagine that!!! The world approve of them!!! *laughing out of control*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqymm7MplI/AAAAAAAAARU/n7jcg-dGreE/s1600-h/skks%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px;" title="skks" alt="skks" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqynk4ZegI/AAAAAAAAARY/49hThHDuHE4/skks_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="104" width="244" /&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/8439057-2935064454145274170?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/2935064454145274170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=2935064454145274170&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2935064454145274170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2935064454145274170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2011/01/drama-more-drama.html' title='drama.. more drama..'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TSqyMejmEwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zs5tXf3Q8zA/s72-c/wallppSG_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-8259606012219448791</id><published>2010-12-27T08:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:32:54.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence of Yesteryear</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfr7OvsGNI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rg5FP00TjhQ/s1600-h/crystal%20ball_64%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="crystal ball_64" border="0" alt="crystal ball_64" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsCA485oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Zl9ktuxKVdw/crystal%20ball_64_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="68" height="68" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granted, it’s still this &lt;em&gt;year&lt;/em&gt;, but I felt very much like the year has passed. So many things happened in this lovely year, and yeah, given that I don’t have that much of a good memory, something might’ve slipped away from my mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;I got my very own passport this year. After much struggling in the immigration office *duh* finally I could get hands upon it. So yay!&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I &lt;a href="http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/08/sawatdee-khaa.html"&gt;travelled abroad&lt;/a&gt; for the first time. And Bangkok how I miss thou. Swear to God I’m gonna visit that place one more time. Phuket? Not so much.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I had lots and lotsa fun with my office mates these days, I counted those as blessings.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I travelled to Sulawesi for the first time in my life. And yeaaah, I miss those people, the lovely lake, the crazy demonstration, the cute guys, inspiring friends, and so on and so forth. The project? Not so much.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;At last I stepped my foot on Jogja, the city of antics, and met up with one of my oldies friend. A blast from the past indeed.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I got my own laptop. THAT is surely a blessing. Thank you dearly for my beloved cousin. And add to that joy, I got internet modem along with it.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I changed my phone! Hahahahaha,&amp;#160; what a big accomplishment especially if you knew what my old phone looked like, with that cute head-ribbon on its head.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I get to see live dolphin in the middle of the freakin sea. That was such an enjoyable day. And to know more about some of the old pals from college. Interesting.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;I eventually started the wisdom-teeth-extraction project this year, and next year I’m gonna follow my brondong’s move, which is to put braces with my own money.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Been a witness to a soccer-craze in my town, which is a rare occasion (aside from World Cup). it got a nice atmosphere about it.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;My bro finally finished his school. Thank The Lord, I tawt he never gonna manage that.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;My mom got hospitalized this year, but who if not Our-Dearly-Above that did the “come and rescue” act. So yeah, truly blessed with it.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Mmm, does getting promoted count?&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Already planning to go to the next destination next year. Yay!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My milestone so far.. not so much eh? =D But nevertheless, I think this year is not so bad comparing to last year. Let’s wish for a better year next year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsDvkMtVI/AAAAAAAAAO8/L3tmsTI0cHw/s1600-h/santa-hat%5B6%5D.gif"&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="santa-hat" border="0" alt="santa-hat" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsF2B2gZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8HYun-WoJBY/santa-hat_thumb%5B1%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsGsFCx7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/vaW3A0NxBXU/s1600-h/box-red%5B2%5D.gif"&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="box-red" border="0" alt="box-red" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsKXwBL6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/7BF2H2gEHQQ/box-red_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsK1gmW8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Alr_e3MSXRw/s1600-h/candy-cane%5B2%5D.gif"&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="candy-cane" border="0" alt="candy-cane" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsLwaMKdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vCxkXwDHy1I/candy-cane_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsSsZyRCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/x1GG1RgSaMI/s1600-h/ribbon%5B2%5D.gif"&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="ribbon" border="0" alt="ribbon" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsU1whm5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/nvFR839AZlo/ribbon_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsWTK_pXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/iOxyIH8r2RU/s1600-h/santa%5B2%5D.gif"&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="santa" border="0" alt="santa" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsfdeE_GI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wO3F-uHuNkg/santa_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfswnQByvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6Q07oqzPIi4/s1600-h/candle%5B2%5D.gif"&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="candle" border="0" alt="candle" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsxK0mT9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/xR83oVukjEo/candle_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="16" height="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you, guys! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-8259606012219448791?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/8259606012219448791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=8259606012219448791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8259606012219448791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8259606012219448791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/12/reminiscence-of-yesteryear.html' title='Reminiscence of Yesteryear'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TRfsCA485oI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Zl9ktuxKVdw/s72-c/crystal%20ball_64_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3691477753254102542</id><published>2010-12-11T22:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:50:53.345+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Secret Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, right now I’m way over Sungkyunkwan Scandal (it’s been a pleasure to know you, thank you) and major addicted to a new drama featuring Hyun Bin and ha Ji Won, called Secret Garden. The genre is fantasy, telling us a story about body swap between male and female, and resulting in FREAKIN hilarious scenes after scenes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Okay, the picture below is not him trying to hold a major poo, but that’s one of the scene &lt;img style="display: inline; float: left" align="left" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld2lm0Isop1qe3xdl.gif" /&gt;where his body was possessed by a female AND some guy was busy searching him up and down. Hihihihi. This Hyun Bin guy (formerly I saw him in The Worlds Within, but I swear to God, I didn’t recognize that guy here.. in Secret Garden, Hyun Bin is WAY cuter) possessed a jerk but sexy characteristic. He’s taken “rich bastard” into a new level, I’m telling you. That guy could make women want to slap him hard, but in the same time, kiss him senseless. *halah* He’s that hot.. no kidding… Hahahahahaha..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, that’s not what I want to tell you about. One of the crazy factor that pulled me through this drama is the HOUSE. Oh-My-Goat is that house awesome or what? That Hyun Bin guy (aside from being a true narcissist and psychotic, I mean, hello, he got his psychiatrist in SPEED DIAL) suffered from claustrophobia. So he managed to bought convertible car and one goddamn-huge-house.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And there’s not a single room in that goddamn-huge-house! Damn, they’re good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TQOdmHaOUMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/txdUNY2Il8A/s1600-h/a9f3b2750b296548712b477c3c5b9251_large%5B4%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="a9f3b2750b296548712b477c3c5b9251_large" border="0" alt="a9f3b2750b296548712b477c3c5b9251_large" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TQOdn5qT7NI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sEW9FJbd5U4/a9f3b2750b296548712b477c3c5b9251_large_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="277" height="406" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TQOdpgx-2cI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/GeyKT24wxrg/s1600-h/2e0c72d37c4c65bee1bf8799d967e566_large%5B4%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; 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 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3691477753254102542?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3691477753254102542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3691477753254102542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3691477753254102542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3691477753254102542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/12/secret-garden.html' title='Secret Garden'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TQOdn5qT7NI/AAAAAAAAAOM/sEW9FJbd5U4/s72-c/a9f3b2750b296548712b477c3c5b9251_large_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-1615206453185810306</id><published>2010-12-05T06:42:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:36:49.315+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Getaway Part 2</title><content type='html'>In Jogja, we arrived at 1pm. Walking to the so-called hotel in Sosrowijayan (not recommended by me, though, unless you absolutely have no budget for accommodation. The toilet was creepy with strange smell), then going back and forth across the Malioboro area. That area reaaaallllyyyy reminded me of Patpong-Bangkok, with so many street vendors, becak (instead of Tuk-tuk), and familiar-oldies-vibe. I dunno. Maybe that’s just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwvf5CkXII/AAAAAAAAAN4/XUj3VM7Z_VI/s1600/2010-11-30%2B14.58.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwvf5CkXII/AAAAAAAAAN4/XUj3VM7Z_VI/s320/2010-11-30%2B14.58.14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547361065947651202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had lunch in Mirota Batik 3rd floor (strongly recommended) whereas the 1st and 2nd floor is the perfect place for Batik-shopping and photo-hunting. Loving it there, with the creepy statues everywhere and so-damn-polite waiters and SPLENDID food altogether. Sigh. Nice place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about Jogja that I immediately notice is the attitude of the people. Maybe it’s because of the Javanese tradition still very much endorsed in their life ya, so every time you bumped into someone and said, “Oops, excuse me!”, they will immediately go nodding their head and remarked, “Monggo.”  So nice having this change of refreshing air once in a while, eh? Unlike in Jakarta, when you accidentally bumped into someone, they will plainly ignore or worse, cursing you -_-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the day went well, cause we get to eat seafood Jogja Pas, cmiiw (another delicious street vendor place across Tugu station) where the crab cost IDR 100,000 =_= Originally we headed toward the Angkringan Tugu, but alas, that place is scary if you don’t bring any male friends. My friend told me, the Angkringan place usually served Kopi Joss which is a coffee with burned-wood (red: arang) directly dipped in it. Err…. Okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwv8TfxgBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zGAj241xNxA/s1600/2010-12-01%2B14.32.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwv8TfxgBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zGAj241xNxA/s320/2010-12-01%2B14.32.05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547361554085806098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day is the best day cause we went to Borobudur and Prambanan temple. Hurray! *norak* Never been to those temples before so it’s kind of exciting seeing it up-close and personal. There’s something different when you visited these kind of places in your adulthood. You appreciated the hard work more and can’t help but felt awe about it. Unfortunately, due to Merapi eruption, the top of Borobudur still closed to visitors. And btw, the sun blister is killing meeee… Prepare umbrella and hats when you go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading up to Prambanan temple, we had lunch in Jejamuran, once a mushroom plant site, but now a very successful restaurant. Impressive food, everything made with mushroom, either Shiitake, Portobello, etc etc. Delicious delicious delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Jejamuran and Mirota Batik, we also got the chance to taste another unique restaurant, named House of Raminten. Absolutely recommended for you who would like to dine in a eccentric place. The truth is, so many interesting places to eat in Jogja if you got the right tour guide =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw, I also got to have a rendezvous with an old friend of mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, if not for your friends, I would've bring horse instead.. so we can horse-riding together.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. still moron, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, next to culinary trips, I got the chance to go to supposedly-hype places like Ground Zero area? Huh? Jogja Titik 0? What's the English? This place, uhm, is similar like Bundaran HI Jakarta where people with no apparent reason just hang-out there and have a chat, even by midnite. Interesting, since one of the habit of its people is basically to sit down by the road and have a nice long chat or simply sightseeing. Or in Indonesian word, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nangkring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place I visited was Alun-Alun Jogja where there's this myth, if you manage to go across the field and pass through the two big Beringin trees with eyes closed, then your wish maybe granted. Hihihi. That place is insanely crowded at 11pm on weekdays, so imagine what it would be like on weekends. There's so many colorful tandem bikes also, whereas you pay IDR 15K for three laps around the field. Interesting spot. Hahahaha, and yeah, I failed with that test. Dang! Simply hit one of the tree -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-1615206453185810306?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/1615206453185810306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=1615206453185810306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1615206453185810306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1615206453185810306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/12/getaway-part-2.html' title='Getaway Part 2'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwvf5CkXII/AAAAAAAAAN4/XUj3VM7Z_VI/s72-c/2010-11-30%2B14.58.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-1920650614478974346</id><published>2010-12-05T06:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T07:21:01.573+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Getaway Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwsWy0bsDI/AAAAAAAAANw/aPPFwQp9gR4/s1600/2010-11-30%2B08.14.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwsWy0bsDI/AAAAAAAAANw/aPPFwQp9gR4/s320/2010-11-30%2B08.14.58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547357611124043826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hearing that your flight being re-routed will never gonna be an excellent news, unless the new route involving exciting cities in some exciting countries (for example, Macau or Vegas?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I get the news that I’ll be going to Semarang instead of Jogja, the prospect is not that bright since I have to take care the additional cost to travel from Semarang – Jogja. Some of my sane friends advised me not to go instead, buuuut… otuke?? The leave has been approved and the stress has been accumulated, hahaha.. so off we go with the classic theme, “No Plan is a Good Plan”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Semarang, being road-blind as we were, the only destination stuck in my head was Simpang Lima, haven for food and souvenir (or so they say). We stood up in the Ahmad Yani airport (what a small airport, btw, with lights went off as soon as passengers leaving -_-“) waiting for taxi.. aaaand funny enough there’s no car with TAXI sign above. Weird. So what I did was, imitating what others did, which is to jump right into one of the white cars with no name whatsoever, and stated that I would like to go to Simpang Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaannnddd.. after 5 minutes, I got worried. Was this really a taxi or not? I’d hate it if I have to pay extra for a private limo or sumtin that I know nothing about. Or even worse, there could be BIG misunderstanding that the driver thought I was somebody else he’s supposed to pick up while I thought that car was a taxi. That would’ve been disaster, rite? So there I go, totally out of the blue and asked, “Mister, this IS a taxi, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me incredulously and asked, “Why? Haven’t you paid yet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went like, “Huh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwro5nxOPI/AAAAAAAAANo/d8WoXYAUaKg/s1600/P30-11-10_07-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwro5nxOPI/AAAAAAAAANo/d8WoXYAUaKg/s200/P30-11-10_07-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547356822675994866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O wow.. it turned out the system works differently in Semarang. You supposed to report your destination area in taxi booth and pay in advance based on the zone. The cheapest is IDR 35,000 and the most expensive is IDR 65,000. Kwaaa.. kwaaa… kwaaaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys who is absolute stranger in Semarang, DO NOT take this kind of cab -_-“ It’s bloody expensive, if you took Express or even Blue Bird instead, you would’ve been charged IDR 15,000. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Semarang is a dead city, no one seen walking around. I have to repeatedly ensuring myself that this is still part of Indonesia, while contemplating whether I need to cross the road using the bridge or plain conventional way instead. So damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didn’t get the chance to visit Simpang Lima, hiks. The driver told us that that area was considerably quiet at that kind of hour. So yeah, we went to the shuttle bus terminal instead. Bye-bye Semarang, Hello Jogja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-1920650614478974346?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/1920650614478974346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=1920650614478974346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1920650614478974346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1920650614478974346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/12/getaway-part-1.html' title='Getaway Part 1'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TPwsWy0bsDI/AAAAAAAAANw/aPPFwQp9gR4/s72-c/2010-11-30%2B08.14.58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-6502653050118222199</id><published>2010-11-21T07:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:05:27.256+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Onrop Musikal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOhppKlYrmI/AAAAAAAAANc/xaynGELLkB8/s1600-h/P19-11-10_22-49%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-top: 0px;" title="P19-11-10_22-49" alt="P19-11-10_22-49" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOhpqfWwxsI/AAAAAAAAANg/kcK5nlyo9qo/P19-11-10_22-49_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="244" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hihihihi, finally I made it, I actually watched musical show here in my home town, not in some strange countries with foreign cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onrop Musikal! is a performance mainly intended to &lt;strike&gt;insult &lt;/strike&gt;criticize our current government and mainly the whole gang of community. It’s about defining what exactly the real important norm is, not some pre-defined morale in some sort of ridiculous so-called Law. It’s about tolerance, and my personal fave quote, “Di pulau kami ada norma yang berlaku. Namanya toleransi. Di pulau kami semua orang punya agama, hanya saja tidak ada yang memaksakan agamanya masing-masing.” Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was pretty much entertaining, and despite the nonstrategic placement of viewers bench (hello, I think they could do better than that 45 degrees of viewing experience, say enlarge the theater perhaps?) I could see the choreography and the singing tune is also clear. The jokes is splendid, given that you’re up to-date with the news, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help but to compare it with Siam Niramit theater in Bangkok, though. The stage was significantly smaller, and the way they made transition in-between scenes is a bit disappointing. The stage was not dark enough, and we could actually see they moving the props around. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; float: right;" src="http://image.tempointeraktif.com/?id=53769&amp;amp;width=490" align="right" height="183" width="317" /&gt;BUT, the singing part was tremendous. When (afterward) I realized that the actors were actually singing live on-the-spot, pheww, that brought a whole lot new dimension. Indonesian people can actually sing, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story set in 2020 where Indonesia’s government established one distinctive island called Pulau Onrop. Everyone that committed act against the moral law will be banished to that island. Pretty much like Nusakambangan right now minus the security guard and the actual prison building. it’s just an island, where people were supposed to die when deserted in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, in 2020, there’s so many law dictating (mostly female’s) way of dressing, no gay-related thing, the prohibition of saying porn-related words (i.e. naked, horny, human reproduction organ, etc) –all being replaced with a phrase of, “Ho-oh”. The impact is pretty harsh. Statues being cloth-covered, there’s 9pm curfew, no-leg-showing clothing, aaaaand women will have no say whatsoever (depicted in a dialog where one book author announced his latest book, entitled How To Glorify Your Husband, which is cih-cih-cuih for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is actually not a non-common practice here in Indonesia. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaaah, one of the best quote,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="bqstart"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;People with no particular skills in Indonesia only got two choices in life. Either being a politician OR a bum. We are bum BY CHOICE, cause we don’t wish to bother other people.&lt;span class="bqend"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda hope this show will be a regular tourism play. Cause that would be cool. And the director should put some sort of subtitle placement so that everyone will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the video of Onrop Musikal! teaser trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXyRsBIlN_g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXyRsBIlN_g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-6502653050118222199?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/6502653050118222199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=6502653050118222199&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6502653050118222199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6502653050118222199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/11/onrop-musikal.html' title='Onrop Musikal!'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOhpqfWwxsI/AAAAAAAAANg/kcK5nlyo9qo/s72-c/P19-11-10_22-49_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3657736097667229386</id><published>2010-11-15T12:03:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T06:40:32.322+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Dolphin Racing in Kiluan</title><content type='html'>Okay, that was one awesome experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOVUdFC7_YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AfxoT6GDBWM/s1600/lumba-lumba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOVUdFC7_YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AfxoT6GDBWM/s320/lumba-lumba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540927775096700290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started with tweet-talks, you know, the kind with no-action-tweet-only conversation? HAHAHAHAHAHA, so I’m pretty impressed with the result. It gathers six different people, from different working hours and different working places and from different crowd, with only one tiny history-relationship.. college mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persiapan traveling paling parah seumur hidup, secara yaa even pas H-1 aja masih ngga jelas siapa jemput siapa di mana naik apa. JRENG JRENG! Paling banter yang udah dibeli adalah tiket bus Jakarta – Lampung seharga IDR 150.000 untuk periode embarkasi *halah* jam 9 malem. Juragan Arab di Lampung sana udah wanti-wanti, kalo jam 9 malem berangkat dari Jakarta, paling jam 5 pagi dah nyampe Lampung, so there’s plenty of time to spend to have (early) breakfast and berangkat ke teluk Kiluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the damn bus got lost in translation (._.) Instead of following the normal route as usual, he decided to sharpen his skill in driving through extreme off-road condition. Bener-bener deh, naik bus lebih heboh gonjang-ganjingnya daripada naik kapal ferry di laut. Well, that’s not entirely his fault tho, berhubung ada longsor di jalur Pantura. But nice, initial schedule in the vacation went to dumpster. We spent like 12 hours on the road, waiting frantically for a particular person to show up (and boy, did he show up in his working suit from yesterday =_=) then hunting for breakfast to a noodle-shop called Son Haji – Sony VI. What’s the deal with that name? The son of Haji Sony or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, took a bath in one of Juragan Arab’s mistress house, apparently this friend of mine has been engaging in some sort of vacational-husband activity for a while (HAHAHAHAHA, j/k). The house is pretty.. pretty abandoned, I mean. There’s one gigantic spider in the front door, enuff to make girlish gasp from the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed to Tour and Travel to pick-up the tour guide (merangkap sopir) to go to Kiluan. Aaannnnnddd, the trip lasted for another 5 hours in the road, you know why? Cause there’s so many ill-mannered-bridge-which-decided-to-break-down-exactly-at-our-arriving-hour. Gahh! &lt;em&gt;What is it with this journey? Was it some sort of sign to not to go to the sea?&lt;/em&gt; Gilanya lagi, pas lagi enak2nya nungguin jembatannya kelar dibenerin, ada penduduk nyamperin trus nanya, “Mau ke Kiluan ya? Wisata ya? Hati-hati aja, kemarin ada turis yang meninggal.” WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOHA3XFdphI/AAAAAAAAAMw/x3GQo7sJa6Y/s1600/jembatan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; display: block; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOHA3XFdphI/AAAAAAAAAMw/x3GQo7sJa6Y/s320/jembatan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539921073964688914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friends and I were like, staring with idiotic faces and started to ask (LOTS OF) questions. “Hah? Kenapa Pak?”. “Iya. Yaaah, jangan aneh-aneh aja lah.” “Aneh-aneh gmana?”. “Yaaaah. Tau sendirilah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a helpful guy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, personally, thought he was speaking about mystical and supernatural thing about the sea (you know, we’re still in Indonesia anyway), while the others (I had no idea where the idea came from) thought that he was speaking about pre-marital sex. Errrr. What exactly is the relationship with pre-marital sex and dying in the sea, people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah intinya selain kita dapet teka-teki horor dari si Bapak, kita juga dapet bonus serangan jantung saat melalui jembatan2 konvensional yang ada di Kiluan. Udah jembatannya sempit pas badan mobil, cuman dari dua bonggol kayu pohon, ngga ada pembatas kiri-kanan (nyungsep ya nyungsep aja), ada tikungan2nya, kayu-kayunya bikin bemper mobil rusak, dll dll.. despite all that, AKHIRNYA KITA NYAMPE JUGA DI KILUAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~fiuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOVSGeEmlUI/AAAAAAAAANA/-7taIset4y0/s1600/rumah%2Bpanggung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; display: block; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOVSGeEmlUI/AAAAAAAAANA/-7taIset4y0/s320/rumah%2Bpanggung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540925187654325570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You see, somehow I think we got robbed for this trip. The cost is about IDR 170.000 per person, only to have rumah panggung minim listrik (yang cuman dinyalain setelah jam 6 sore dan dimatikan setelah jam 5 pagi), HORROR bathroom, no phone signal, lousy traditional food from local citizen (seriously, I was expecting at least there’s some seafood available) and the dolphin tour is not even included. Cih! Yeah, at least that was my first impression. Very-very expensive. Even Novotel only charged about IDR 900.000 per night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there’s this distinctive feeling that I was on my KKN (kuliah kerja nyata) duty. Hahahahaha, tinggal di remote area with no bathroom and having simple traditional meal. If only we brought some tents and fire equipment, we could go camping instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, since the first day we arrived at 6pm already, there’s nothing we can do (misalnya untuk nyebrang ke Pulau Kelapa, dst dst berhubung itu laut sudah super gelap), so jadilah we went to bed.. err.. rumah panggung earlier than usual and having some midnite talks. As usual, there’s this one particular person that passed out immediately once she saw a pillow. Tsk tsk. You never really get to know your friends until you travel with them, eh? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOVSXzpqPjI/AAAAAAAAANI/7r6JA8bEQOs/s1600/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; display: block; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOVSXzpqPjI/AAAAAAAAANI/7r6JA8bEQOs/s320/sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540925485504675378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In early morning, we get up at 5am to see the dolphins in the middle of the sea. Yay! Scary thought flashed in my mind berhubung gue ngga bisa berenang dan itu perahu yang dipake, alamakk, kek perahu sampan yang kalo diterjang ombak gampang kebalik. Dan ini tengah laut pula, so nasib ada di tangan Pak Perahu, Laut dan Tuhan. Perjalanan ke tengah lautnya last for like (scary) 30 minutes sampai akhirnya kita nyampe di antara teluk Kiluan dan Gunung Krakatau (+_+) daaaan.. here they comeeee.. hundreds of dolphins swimming around near the boat and jumping here and there. Oh My God, that was like the BEST feeling ever, looking at them swimming under your feet, and following your boat, and ignoring everything, just swimming freely. VERY-VERY COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="bqstart"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Yak, seeing the dolphins made me forget the fear of the ocean. Adrenaline rush is gold, man!&lt;span class="bqend"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOVR6pprpQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DiImRxr177M/s1600/lumba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOVR6pprpQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DiImRxr177M/s320/lumba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540924984604206338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the day kept getting better cause it’s time to go home. We packed in rush after sightseeing in the island. Went back through the same hell of bridges but this time we surrender our live to the driver (baca: molor di jalan). Arrived in Lampung at 4pm, buying dinner and oleh-oleh untuk yang di kampung halaman, then Juragan Arab lend his car to us. So no more lost bus in our way back home. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, we have no idea about the road map. So basically it went like this,&lt;br /&gt;M: Ntar lu belok kiri, kanan mentok trus kanan lagi, liat patung gajah kiri, kiri, trus kanan, trus Novotel belok kiri, 100 m belok kanan, dst dst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: OKEH, Bos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Kalo ada apa-apa telfon gue ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 menit kemudian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw: “M!!!! Kita nyasar neeeeeeeeeh! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, abis kiri , trus kanan, trus kok keknya kita masuk terminal angkot gtu yak?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doenk! (O_o) &lt;em&gt;There goes the first doubtful five minutes of our road trip.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah (akhirnya) nyampe di Bakauheni, temen gue yang beralih-profesi jadi sopir ternyata ragu-ragu milih jalur masuk pelabuhan, DAN kebetulan di depan sana lagi banyak satuan polisi. JRENG JRENG! Diberhentikan loh mobil kita, teman-teman. Smua orang digeledah (wow, I’ve only seen this on movies and criminal news) termasuk dashboard mobil dan karpet mobilnya dan tas-tasnya dan kantong-kantong bajunya. At first, I tawt that was standard protocol, but then, after our car, there were four other cars yang dibiarin lewat gtu aja (padahal imho tampang penumpangnya lebih kek penjahat dibandingkan tampang rombongan gue). Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polisinya itu bukan polisi berbaju dinas, but he’s actually polisi cute berbaju preman *istilah macam apa ini* yang ada tulisan SAT NARKOBA di jaketnya. Setan! Kita dikira manusia dugem dan penyalur narkoba sepertinya =_= What a trip! Udah dikira pelaku seks bebas, sekarang sama polisi dikira dealer and prostitute trafficking. Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untungnya si polisi gendeng ngga nemu apa-apa (sebab temen gue ngumpetin obat di celana dalemnya.. you think??) dan kita di-let go. Abis itu naik ferry yang perjalanannya hanya makan waktu 2 jam sajah, dan ngebut di tol Jakarta-Merak tengah malem. Really-really horror sport even until last minute. Ngepot-ngepot ngindarin truk-truk gede di jalan penuh tikungan dan gelap. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasilnya, I absen from working today due to extreme headache. Cihuy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3657736097667229386?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3657736097667229386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3657736097667229386&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3657736097667229386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3657736097667229386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/11/dolphin-racing-in-kiluan.html' title='Dolphin Racing in Kiluan'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TOVUdFC7_YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AfxoT6GDBWM/s72-c/lumba-lumba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-645466996319673271</id><published>2010-11-07T03:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T03:06:31.512+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Short hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, I’ll admit, ever since I cut my hair, I’m obsessed with shorty hairstyle. So damn light, so damn practical, and so much cheaper.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Basically I only copied this particular kdrama character’s hairstyle, showed it to various hairdresser in my town, but as it turned out, they gave me so many MAJOR DIFFERENT results -_- Bah, so much for a guidance picture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TNW0leQJqzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1LzBSOdc4no/s1600-h/140307edd6cd8350785dc58974b453dd_large%5B2%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="140307edd6cd8350785dc58974b453dd_large" border="0" alt="140307edd6cd8350785dc58974b453dd_large" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TNW0q1JsCzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/R95oQmQcwHc/140307edd6cd8350785dc58974b453dd_large_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TNW0u7xJUkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/QrcgZPfokWM/s1600-h/minam137%5B2%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="minam137" border="0" alt="minam137" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TNW03ckTDJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/u_-Hgvf88bc/minam137_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See? Is it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; too much to ask to give me such simple haircut?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, lately I’m enjoying the initiative and creativity of those hairdressers when they giving me the cut. I mean, I waited patiently while looking at my face blurry in the mirror (due to the inexistence of my glasses during the cut) and wondered briefly about how will I look like after this session. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was fun. They are hair, anyway, so if I &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;get the wrong style, they’ll eventually grow back. Thus, no need to freak self and others by the end of the cutting session. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One of my fave short hairstyle belongs to Kim So Yeon (&lt;em&gt;Prosecutor Princess, IRIS, Dr. Champ&lt;/em&gt;) cause she looked so mighty fine with that hair. If only I got the nose and the jaw like her *yeah, rite*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TNW08gIkq6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/jM8-leEQEtA/s1600-h/KimSoYeon_1%5B3%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="KimSoYeon_1" border="0" alt="KimSoYeon_1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TNW1DOXmMEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/BNITZ-e4fmA/KimSoYeon_1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TNW1IRcJvoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WSoc7JWAyrE/s1600-h/KimSoYeon_KimSeungWoo_IRIS%5B2%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="KimSoYeon_KimSeungWoo_IRIS" border="0" alt="KimSoYeon_KimSeungWoo_IRIS" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TNW1Pwi5lVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l04VHnvzfnY/KimSoYeon_KimSeungWoo_IRIS_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="177" /&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/8439057-645466996319673271?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/645466996319673271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=645466996319673271&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/645466996319673271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/645466996319673271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-hair.html' title='Short hair'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TNW0q1JsCzI/AAAAAAAAAMM/R95oQmQcwHc/s72-c/140307edd6cd8350785dc58974b453dd_large_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5172382991212132049</id><published>2010-10-30T08:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:00:07.047+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Sulawesi? Oke mi..</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is the very first time I’m using Windows Live Writer 2011, sooo.. so far it's a bit weird coz it downloads my blog template, and I’m not used to it.. but yeah.. not so bad… considering that you no longer need to login into browser anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this couple of weeks (‘kay, let’s face it, only the last two weeks) I’ve been visiting Sulawesi, one stranger island that I’ve never set my foot upon. And it’s in Sorowako, anyone ever heard of it? Mixed feelings when I heard that I actually gonna go there, you know, weird thoughts flying around inside my head.. wild tribe, cannibal ethnicity, creepy bugs, dense rain forest, no asphalt road.. scary (and super hyperbolic) thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuGcjgkrsI/AAAAAAAAALg/qEveLkCCBrA/s1600-h/P18-10-10_11-08%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px;" title="P18-10-10_11-08" alt="P18-10-10_11-08" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuGf2PSPpI/AAAAAAAAALk/ffwbSimSSIM/P18-10-10_11-08_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="right" border="0" height="184" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since apparently it’s not feasible to fly straight from Jakarta to Sorowako, I need to take another flight using Fokker 550 airplane which is a small airplane that could carry only 26 people in it. Ihiy! Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time arrived in Makassar (used to be called Ujung Pandang AND I just found out about that capital-city-name-changing *shame*), first impression was.. that city is hotttt! Not hot-hot.. but HOT! 35 degrees in Celcius, methink.. damn hot, felt dizzy right away. Ugh, not good. Thank heavens for my cute cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuGjM524mI/AAAAAAAAALo/qZC_Lk7D-BA/s1600-h/P23-10-10_10-13%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px;" title="P23-10-10_10-13" alt="P23-10-10_10-13" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuGl9YRWZI/AAAAAAAAALs/Cb5YXDCGGgk/P23-10-10_10-13_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="184" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got lost in the Makassar airport, you know. Really moronic experience, I had trouble getting to the next flight when I still need to, like, manually do the check-in and register my luggage. Not to mention, my client (A Brazilian wax.. err.. I mean, guy) is not helping at all. Well, maybe that was entirely my fault, I went here and there, took pictures (of the airport) and sotoy-ly trying to figure out the right path. Lots of short text messages sounded like, “Where are you?” sent that day, hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuGrC3EYbI/AAAAAAAAALw/zypvWiwU1xU/s1600-h/P19-10-10_14-58%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-top: 0px;" title="P19-10-10_14-58" alt="P19-10-10_14-58" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuGuTntjeI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pRYOkteq8W8/P19-10-10_14-58_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="184" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Sorowako, there’s nothing but the hills.. the scenery was A LOT different from the cities I’ve been visited. Rare houses, single track of path and the sky is soooooo big and blue. One thing that you don’t get to see very often in Jakarta. Hah!Unfortunately, with me being an annoying-whining-all-the-time-brat in the first week, complained about everything (i.e. not enough car sounds, not enough supermarket, not enough ATM, not enough shoe-store, etc), the first half of my staying is not spent efficiently. Not so much quality time, per se. And I hated it, I really wanna go back to that moment and give my-past-self a good ‘ol smack in the face. Ungrateful lil brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuGx_gpDqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/u_IX9ESLHaA/s1600-h/P24-10-10_15-54%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px;" title="P24-10-10_15-54" alt="P24-10-10_15-54" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuG0FQPNPI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fbd7CtFNYPA/P24-10-10_15-54_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="right" border="0" height="184" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stayed in a dorm (apparently there’s only two types of housing there, either you got placed in the guest-house or the dorm, which in my humble opinion, doesn’t have that much different anyway) and despite the name, it works like a hotel. You went to work in the morning, leaving a thrashy  bedroom, and you would find it sneaky clean in the evening… YAY! Me love that lifestyle.  PLUS to reach my workplace, there’s a driver standby and it took only 10-15 minutes. PLUS there’s buffet meal in a place called TAB (Taman Antar Bangsa) where you could eat three times a day (a luxury for me =P) and it’s bule-style. Hahahaha. Appetizer, main course, and dessert. I think (and hope) I gained some weight there. PLUS you got sum yummy view in that TAB place.. if you know what I mean =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuG5OrQU3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/2H9HDTj-Y50/s1600-h/P19-10-10_15-07%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="background-image: none; border: 0px none; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; padding-top: 0px;" title="P19-10-10_15-07" alt="P19-10-10_15-07" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuG7d_-dwI/AAAAAAAAAME/s-L5kKF1MLo/P19-10-10_15-07_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="184" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall… I loveeeeed that experience and I’m saddened by the fact that I have to go back to Jakarta so soon. Hiks. Not after knowing so many new people, exchanging names and greeting, and speaking English in a nonchalantly way. A.k.a super messy English. Not after having tremendous demonstration incident (causing cute hitchhiking experience). And certainly not after I saw beautiful landscape and sky-view such as that place. I missed them all. I missed having new friends. And I miss the feeling to be a stranger one more time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-5172382991212132049?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5172382991212132049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5172382991212132049&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5172382991212132049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5172382991212132049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/10/sulawesi-oke-mi.html' title='Sulawesi? Oke mi..'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TMuGf2PSPpI/AAAAAAAAALk/ffwbSimSSIM/s72-c/P18-10-10_11-08_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-1402684378000036125</id><published>2010-10-03T07:39:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T09:20:30.021+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Sungkyunkwan Scandal</title><content type='html'>Daebaaaaak!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I cannot help it, I'm crazy about this drama. Hahahahahahahahaha, for as long as I've remember, this is the first time I got hooked from the very first episode. Dang, it's /that/ good! For many other dramas, I eventually find them interesting, but maybe after the n-th episode, surely not the first, but SKKS????? Daebaaaak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said it's like Boys Over Flowers with the acquisition of You're Beautiful, and I said... HELL NO! The term might've been right, given the number of main characters are four boys and one of them is a girl, disguised in boy's clothes, but the plot, the characters, the setting-up, the conflict, the stories, the cliches... it's all so freakin different, and that's why I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 184px;" src="http://i1023.photobucket.com/albums/af357/chunsarang/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four boys don't even know one another until they got stuck together in one university, The Sungkyunkwan University, hence the title. Unlike the other F4-type of dramas, there are TWO grumpy characters in this group, and I love it. I love sexy bastards, hahahahahahaha! More manly hormone is good for your health. And those guys are gentlemen, too! Hmm, or maybe because the setting is at Joseon era where polite speech and attitude were number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is one cute story about one misunderstanding which leads to much more cuter misunderstanding. Aish, it reminded me a bit of Coffee Prince when the manager thought he was such a gay for liking a man working in his cafe. This is pretty much the same, but even worse, the male lead NOT ONLY did he think he was insane for liking a man, but he thought EVERYONE was also insane since they're too liking the man that he liked. Except that... everyone else knows that he's a she, but not him. Hahahahahahaha... That's going to one big fucked up scenarios in that scene, hilariously I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, the characters are (as seen in that chibi cartoon):&lt;br /&gt;1. Lee Seon Joon. Left State Minister's son. Nickname: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (literally means beautiful husband, but perceived as good husband material)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yoon-Hee/Yoon-Shik. The girl disguised as a boy. Nickname: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daemul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(literally  means big thing, refers to men's thing if you know what I mean,  obtained the nickname ever since (s)he managed to conquered the No. 1  Gisaeng in that area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Moon Jae Shin. The Prime Minister's son. Nickname: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Geol-Oh) (literally means crazy horse. He's famously known for breaking the campus rule, getting drunk, get into a fight, return past curfew, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yong-Ha. The main flirty pervy playboy in campus. Nickname: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeorim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (literally means female bush. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, God I love this boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeee old-time movies. I even missed movies like To Liong To and Return of The Condor Heroes. The modern setting is not bad, but I really think the old-time setting is much more sweeter. The conversation, the properties, the attitude, the feeling.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the sneak peak of behind the scenes images...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 253px; height: 515px;" src="http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv195/xyrsh/SKKS%20pics%20collection/chunface.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous Micky-Yoochun from DBSK as Lee Seon Joon. He got the knacks for being moron (unfortunately off-screen), isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee44/blizzard_break/Kdrama/nlc5ki.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-1402684378000036125?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/1402684378000036125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=1402684378000036125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1402684378000036125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1402684378000036125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/10/sungkyunkwan-scandal.html' title='Sungkyunkwan Scandal'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv195/xyrsh/SKKS%20pics%20collection/th_chunface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-899407830302214156</id><published>2010-09-19T08:29:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:29:32.624+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Bad Guy</title><content type='html'>It took me three months to watch the first ten episodes, but it takes only three days to watch the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially wanted to watch this because the trailer was some sort of dark story with twisted character. And yes, it does not disappoint me at all, for Bad Guy is ultimately one sick drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay, basically it tells us about one young man, named Shim Gun Wook, scheming a vengeful act against one big chaebol family (think Oliver Twist against Tao Ming Tse - Gu Jyun Pyo's family), and in between those revenges, he met with a (commoners) girl who's actually trying to be a member of that family as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big chaebol family consist of (wait, lemme count) six persons, the mom and dad with four of their children. The children was introduced one by one, not necessary in sequential episodes, but in a clever way that would pull you deeper through the plot. Aish, clever director and script-writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why does this young man hold a grudge against the Hong family? See, that's because long long time ago when he was a child, he was taken into that family (by force, separated from his true parent) only to be trashed away months later cause there seemed to be paperwork mistakes. He's not what they claimed him to be. Argh, confusing explanation and struggling language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now what exactly induced me into this drama?&lt;br /&gt;1. The picture color. Hahahahaha, have you ever tried the pin light effect on Photoshop? That's the exact sense of color I'm getting from this one, soft pastel color. Very-very impressive. Gave you the sense of old-time-movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The directing is awesome. Now, I dun usually pay attention as to how a movie was directed, but in this one, I couldn't help but to notice. Every scene is beautifully made, the dialogue is not necessarily there but the viewers could get the essence. Hmm, some might say the plot is confusing cause the conversation took place is rare, but I personally think that's beautiful. It reminded me of Harry Potter 3, where camera often took close shot at some properties, like flowers, trees, benches, etc. Love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The soundtrack. The main song captured my mood immediately. I fell in love with that song. Nooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The ENDING! Hahahahahahaha. I shall speak no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to give people better understanding, let's break the character description, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Shim Gun Wook (Kim Nam Gil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TJV6PjdJq7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ym8GqVXyufc/s200/fullsizephoto112280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518451326046546866" border="0" /&gt;A young man separated from his original family, eventually changed his name from Choi Tae Song to Hong Tae Song since he was the illegitimate child from Mr. President Hong's affair. From nothing to something, this guy (or maybe child) lived in that big house with the royal family, only to be thrown out months later since apparently he's not the original Hong Tae Song (red: cape deh).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Hong Tae Song (Kim Jae Wook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TJV6bnOOKsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RW8C3ewnxMk/s200/fullsizephoto127584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518451533216099010" border="0" /&gt;The original Hong Tae Song. Jreng-jreng! He was also taken into that Hong family when he was a child. But apparently, he lived up the name of illegitimate child. Grow into one (bloody handsome) jerk guy, spoiled as hell and changing women as often as he changed his underwear. Not interested with Hong Family Business (called Haeshin Group) and prefer to play all the way. He's a smart-mouthed guy, too. Really need good smack in the head, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Hong Tae Ra (Oh Yun Soo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TJV6lREzCfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/yjjWnujwe9c/s200/photo122524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518451699069684210" border="0" /&gt;The oldest child in the family. One elegant (married with one child) lady. From all of Hong children, I like her the most. Presumably cold and very-very beautiful. And her hair is short, gyaah! Throughout the ending, I love her even more T_T Damn she's one cool Vice President and a great noona.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Hong Mo Ne (Jung So Min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TJV9uP9bibI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HWMXjNem6EI/s200/fullsizephoto124032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518455151924054450" border="0" /&gt;The youngest daughter of the family, predictably spoiled and always get what she wants. Bleh, I hate the character already. Anyway, she went head over heels toward Shim Gun Wook, calling him regularly, inviting him to lunch and dinner and brunch, etc. One way or another, I think this girl is actually kind-hearted, only spoiled. Spoiled is definitely an annoying trait for a character.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Madam Shin (Kim Hye Ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TJV7G_U_Y_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/9aGvGZcUMDk/s200/bad8_28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518452278421316594" border="0" /&gt;The mother of Hong family, typical character, think Tao Ming Tse's mom. Despise any cockroach trying to slip into her family and a true defender of their blue blood dynasty. I think this woman is one insane character, she loveeeees to yell, dude, her voice is hurting my head =_= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. President Hong (Jun Gook Hwan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TJV7n_qeq-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/VBntzZ9ze9g/s200/fullsizephoto79458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518452845447130082" border="0" /&gt;The main trigger of all the conflict in this drama. Personally, if he kept his pants off, this whole dramatic drama wouldn't take place at all. As a character, I think he resembled a good company man, kind-hearted father and weak husband. Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Moon Jae-In (Han Ga In)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TJV_N10QzWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xcysjnG-yTk/s200/photo122203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518456794173721954" border="0" /&gt;A commoner (baca: rakyat jelata), works in Madam Shin's art gallery as an art curator. She often wear shorts to office, makes me wonder whether to change my occupation or not. I love her boots, by the way. Her sense of fashion is not like the true commoner, with all cute clothes (and shorts and boots, or maybe because this is Korea we're talking about). Gyaah! At first, she mistook Shim Gun Wook as Hong Tae Song (I know, that's complicated) and by the end of the chapter, they're getting closer in a comfy manner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, in overall, this Shim Gun Wook guy got involved with ALL three female characters, having kissed them thoroughly (ha-ha) and making them crazy about him. Me personally, have no idea what attract those girls to Shim Gun Wook when there's this Hong Tae Song dude right in front of their nose. Or maybe because it would be incest. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, among all romance relationships, I prefer the one with Shim Gun Wook and Hong Tae Ra in it. Their relationship is truly romantic. The fluttering butterfly, the hidden closet kiss, the level of their conversation, really-really good. Ah, I like that woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look for a dark drama, Bad Guy is one recommended piece. Hehehehe. Me and my sick taste of movie material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-899407830302214156?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/899407830302214156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=899407830302214156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/899407830302214156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/899407830302214156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/09/bad-guy.html' title='Bad Guy'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/TJV6PjdJq7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ym8GqVXyufc/s72-c/fullsizephoto112280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-8779297793351023084</id><published>2010-08-22T14:17:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:45:00.779+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Sawatdee Khaa</title><content type='html'>Finally, my first stamp on passport, and it's not even for overseas study, so yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 - Silom + Patpong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs199.ash2/46204_420670818190_572108190_4866226_7333683_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Arriving in Suvarnabhumi in one piece, extremely awed with the interior, and headed up to the 4th floor right away. Folks in the internet said to get easy cab with no additional charge fee, go to the departure gate and grab a taxi from there. So I did. And it worked. It cost me only 320 Baht to reach the guest house in Silom road. All you need to do is learn the useful Thai phrases. Like "Sawatdee khaa/khab - Hello", "Khorb Khun khaa/khab - Thank you" and numbers. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.hostels.com/hostels/bangkok/sunflower-place-silom/41005"&gt;Sun Flower&lt;/a&gt; was a tremendous lil guest house and it's very clean. I strongly recommend that place for you who wanna stay in cozy yet strategic location. First time I saw that place, it's like lotus blooming out from a dark and mysterious pond. Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs146.ash2/40659_420668653190_572108190_4866095_6982256_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;In the evening, a leisure walk through Silom - Patpong road is a must. There's so many souvenir shops there, but you HAVE TO bargain. Hard. Or else you'll get mugged right in front of your nose, without you knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patpong is a night life district in Thailand, famous for it's dancing girls and striptease shows, and it's pretty expensive. Their mar-comm guys advertise the menus right then and there in the road, giving pictures of girls of your choice. Bare. Hahahahaha, first time being shown the menus I was pretty in shock, but after you got use to it, it's getting more hilarious than frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner in Noodie, and the ice tea with milk shall be my only drink from then on =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Day 2 - Chatuchak Weekend  Market + Suan Lum Night Bazaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz it's Sunday, we're supposed to attend the church at 7.30 am. But alas, we woke at at 7am instead. So, it's a big laugh. Then we're finally ready at 10 o'clock, hurriedly grab a cab with its apparently non-English speaking driver. It was pretty chaos, we had the map to the church, but it's written in Thai. Hahahahaha, we went round and round to find the blasted location, but in the end we had breakfast in McD instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McD in Bangkok (at least in Silom road) is much more better than the one in Jakarta. The coke is in large portion already without the up-size option, and it has pork in its menu. Hahaha, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to Chatuchak weekend market, using BTS to Mo Chit station. Fyi, did you know there's a Thai movie called BTS Love Story? So sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs305.snc4/40608_420667973190_572108190_4866080_3336302_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, we arrived in Chatuchak and spent five freaking hours, walking and buying and browsing and sightseeing with so many tourist from all over the world. You name it, you got it. Italian, Russian, France, Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Mexican, Australian, Portuguese, Arabian, Malay, US, Spanish.. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Chatuchak is one of the best shopping experience I ever had so far. Too bad it's only open at weekend. The price was so low, or maybe it's because I came with a friend of mine who got some guts in her blood. She could haggle to the rock bottom price (450 Baht to 20 Baht, for example) and survived without getting killed. Crazy Indon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get my hat for only 70 Baht, and everything is around 50-100 baht. It's so cheap lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 301px; height: 225px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs145.ash2/40608_420667978190_572108190_4866081_3666399_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;From Chatuchak, we continue the shopping journey to Suan Lum Night Bazaar cause it's (not) near from our hostel. The front desk in Sun Flower insisted that we should walk cause it's within walking distance. So we did as he told, and we walked, and walked, and it's far. Hahahaha. Or maybe that's just my Indon lazy blood refusing to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suan Lum Night Bazaar shopping experience is nowhere near the Chatuchak's. People in Chatuchak is way more friendlier and it's way more crowded (thus the enjoyable views of Jason Mraz wannabe, Super Junior wannabe, Eva Mendez wannabe, etc =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suan Lum offers crazy prices. Crazy expensive, that is. But thanks once again to my outrageous pal, we conquered the place. She could spend AN HOUR to make the price lower from 450 Baht to 200 Baht, and it's pretty normal, cause after that, she spent another hour to reduce something from 290 Baht to 270 Baht. Oh my goat, it's just 20 Baht, 6000 perak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we spent four hours, ended up buying magnificent wall ornaments from a handsome Thailand-US guy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 - Temples + Chao Phraya + Siam Paragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs143.ash2/40476_420669833190_572108190_4866167_4655657_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;At first, we planned to go to Grand Palace via taxi boat across the Chao Phraya river. But alas, the place was closed that day for non-Thai people. Why? Cause it's Buddhist day =( Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, cause after that, the tourist police advise us to go traveling using tuk-tuk for only 40 Baht. We visited Wat Pho, Reclining Buddha and some other tourist centers. It's pretty much a win-win situation. The tuk-tuk driver received some commision and we got to do sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, at one point, the tuk-tuk driver strongly told us to "Only looking! No buying! Five minutes only, Ok? No Buying! Only Looking!" but in the end my friend bought lots of Thai silk. Doeeenkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs377.snc4/46056_420669638190_572108190_4866151_2506532_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The same tuk-tuk driver also introduced us to The Bangrak restaurant in Bangrak district. The place is so unique, with many dolls and artifacts, but with non-English waiters/waitresses. =_= The food was magnificent, but so does the price. We spent 1800 Baht in that restaurant, for four persons. The tom yam is so damn good. though, unlike the one I tasted in Jakarta. And besides, since we did so many shopping and traveling, I didn't eat that frequent, so there goes my food budget in one serving. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, off we go to have some Thai massage. After that, we browsed the MBK - Siam Paragon mall, but nothing beats the Chatuchak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Day 4 - Phratunam Fashion mall + Siam Niramit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, our track record is getting worse. This time, I woke up at 11 am when I was s'posed to join the National Independence ceremony in KBRI. Sigh, but since we're late already, we decided to shop =S Girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Phratunam Fashion Mall in Ratchatewi area where everything is sold in wholesale price. I immediately tawt my girlfriends would LOVE to shop here cause the price is so cheap and the clothes are made in Korea anyway. No need to go direct to the country =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall is located near KBRI so I took pictures at the front gate since I have no guts to step inside =D The embassy was a bit different from what I've imagined it would be. It got double layer protection (=_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, upon entering the Phratunam Fashion mall (it's more like ITC in Jakarta, actually, only with cuter and cheaper price products), I regretted bringing so many clothes. Mark my word, dear friend. DO NOT bring too many clothes to Thailand, three tank-tops, one outer wear and one short pants were enough. The rest you could buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one shop, I was so in love with a hat (yes, me and my obsession with hats) and JRENG JRENG, the seller was Korean. So, 'ahjussi', 'hangul saram', and 'kansamhamnida' were coming out from my mouth. That was pretty chaotic, I ended up not buying it though, and I regreeeeetted it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="bqstart"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Girls, skipped the Siam Paragon and Suan Lum Night Bazaar and go straight to Chatuchak weekend market and Phratunam Fashion Mall for maximum shopping time&lt;span class="bqend"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 5-6 hours in that fashion mall, we nearly missed the Siam Niramit show at 8 pm. Gyaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs393.snc4/45637_420671043190_572108190_4866245_351610_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Speaking of &lt;a href="http://www.siamniramit.com/"&gt;Siam Niramit&lt;/a&gt;, I've never been to that kind of cultural/dance show for the whole 26 years of my life. That show costs for like 1500 Baht but it's so much worth it. Damn it's gorgeous, the lighting, the tremendous stage, the special effect, the music, the dancers, have I mention the stage? I loved it! I rate it 9 out of 10. There's also shuttle car picking us up to/from Thailand Cultural Center MRT station so worry no more on how to get to that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what a night. After that, we dined in Burger King (disappointing place, by the way, they should learn from BK in Jakarta) only to see guy kissing another guy in the mouth. And they're not even good looking so no fun seeing it =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day would be the day I went to Phuket, so I'll write that one later. All in all, Bangkok is a great city for traveling. I love going there. And hopefully I could visit it later in future year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-8779297793351023084?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/8779297793351023084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=8779297793351023084&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8779297793351023084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8779297793351023084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/08/sawatdee-khaa.html' title='Sawatdee Khaa'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7546051172513963570</id><published>2010-07-26T00:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:55:37.227+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdorama'/><title type='text'>Byakuyakou - Journey Under Midnight Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g44/Wieny/Byakuyakou.jpg" alt="Byakuyakou" border="0" /&gt;Okaaaay, we're back on JDorama track. Yay, I'm so glad I chose &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Byakuyako"&gt;Byakuyakou&lt;/a&gt; as the first JDorama that I would watch after all this long. It's a depressing, somewhat insane and a bit creepy if you come to think about it. Exactly my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I stumbled upon this one after a thorough search for Into The White Night, a Korean movie starred Go Soo (the ganteng guy from Will It Snow For Christmas) and Sohn Ye Jin (Personal Taste). See picture below. Had no idea about what the plot was, at least at first, but then I read somewhere that /that/ movie was a remake from a very successful 2006 JDorama, Byakuyakou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, after only /TWO/ days of watching it and felt very content with the plot, the characters, the insane crimes they commit, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byakuyakou (Journey Under Midnight Sun) is a movie about two people, a boy and a girl, who committed a crime when they were just 11 years old, ladies and gentleman. And it's a murder crime, not some Lilo-shoplifting-wannabe cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started from that /lil/ incident, they build lies upon lies to cover the original sin, and it continued for the next 15 years. It's the statute limit of the first crime, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot itself is quite simple, eh? And it's not that depressing to watch Byakuyakou. Or maybe the fact that it's a JDorama and not a KDrama (who tends to dramatize every lil thing they could).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanning for 15 years, there's a lot of time travel in it, like "1 year later" or "2 years later" so I kinda like it. It's not a day-to-day tales but more like summary of their life. The actor is &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yamada_Takayuki"&gt;Takayuki Yamada&lt;/a&gt;, a guy who's actually looked so damn good when the camera took any angle BUT from the front. Hahahahahaha. The actress is &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Ayase_Haruka"&gt;Haruka Ayase&lt;/a&gt;, whose character I loved a lot. Absolutely sick girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crime varies from a simple murder, card forgery, IT system plagiarism (GEEK!!), pedophilia, rape, to necrophilia. Crazeeeeeh...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://yeinjee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/korean-movie-003-white-night.JPG" alt="Into The White Night" border="0" /&gt;Mmm, what can I say, after seeing this, I'm so eager to watch the Korean version. Korea tends to do a remake of Japanese movies (dunno why) with more dramatizations. Plus, I've seen the trailer, too. And I kinda think of it as the SP episode, you know, with racing cars and highway accidents and all of that special-effect stuff, completely opposite from the Japan version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: The Japan version versus the Korean version (and I'm talking about the look =P), who's better do you think? me, personally, chose Go Soo!! Hahahaha, Korean actors are always slightly better looking than Japanese actors. I blamed the mother nature (or plastic surgeon =D).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7546051172513963570?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7546051172513963570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7546051172513963570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7546051172513963570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7546051172513963570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/07/byakuyakou-journey-under-midnight-sun.html' title='Byakuyakou - Journey Under Midnight Sun'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-427804225646463278</id><published>2010-07-15T00:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:07:14.536+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Midnite talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 288px; height: 299px;" src="http://ontaxi.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/icon-on-taxi5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Recently, I took lots and lotsa cabs for a home ride. In result, can't argue that sometimes you indeed would prefer one cab than the other, and in my case, it would be Trans Cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit, I used to be in love with Taxi Putra cause.. I dunno.. they sorta suited my mood, not too expensive, not too color-bright and it's pretty secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bird. Hmm, next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express taxi, standard choice, but ever since they promoted  (?) new line of car, that new Limo or sumtin,  (somehow) I always end up in the old version one. I had trouble distinguishing the old and the new version of Taxi Express /plus/ I got this bad sighting (and hearing actually, but that's totally unrelated) /and/ there are only three types of car for me (Kijang, Sedan, Kotak).. so yeah.. Express is not really my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trans cab, in the other hand, is this cute orange taxi, with its cable TV and stuff, and (my personal favorite) that lil screen showing your name on it (only when you order one, though). So cute. Simple but made personal difference. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selamat datang, Ibu Maya.&lt;/span&gt; Gyaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cable TV itself is another means of gossiping instrument, I actually got texted by my friend (knowing that I also took a Trans cab at the same time she did) and she told me that, "Bieber is on MTV. Channel 9." Hahaha, so moron! Or so alay, more precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaaaaaaaaay, that's not what I'm about to talk about =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I had a chat with one of the taxi driver, and somehow the conversation ended up in lines like, "ya know, this cab's price is actually 70 mio max. I tend to sell it next year when I settled the installment. That's my 5 years of hard work plus my deposit." Waaaw, they work only for 5 years and got a car already? Should I change my job?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-427804225646463278?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/427804225646463278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=427804225646463278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/427804225646463278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/427804225646463278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/07/midnite-talk.html' title='Midnite talk'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-4212600919411392907</id><published>2010-06-29T21:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T05:11:30.693+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganteng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter syndrome</title><content type='html'>In order to welcome the latest and the last *sob* Harry Potter fiesta this year (yeah well, part 1, that is), I indulge myself into long lost obsession of the cast pictures... you know, like my own version of "Where are they now"-show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhuhu, gonna miss them so freakin much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 148px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.snitchseeker.com/gallery/albums/userpics/64838/normal_Ron%7E1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 156px; height: 209px;" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/red_galleries/rupert-grint-match-400a080607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rupert Grint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now emerge as the hunky-bulky-tally buddy version of Ronald Weasley, he and the other member of the movie had somehow left their cutie innocent self and now appears as a (rather) awkward celebrity persona (or so I said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the left picture (though I'm not really sure whether it has been photoshop-ed or not) is the one represent him the best at Hogwarts. I mean, the movie rarely presents him as a fine young man, maybe because of the red hair, I dunno. But that pic, yumm.. cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, the once-adorable Ron Weasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 155px; height: 210px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:2Iu_S8qUZ37LKM::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__KQzOeabNQowsOsnNhaua7jR-rVU=" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 152px; height: 207px;" src="http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/daniel-radcliffe/daniel-radcliffe-20070730-291053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the uber-cute Harry Potter with a bright blue eyes, round glasses, proportional face and not too big of a head, but now.. I dunno, he became somewhat of a porn star? With weird composition of body and face? What the heck is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waw, he stop growing at the age of.. erm, 15? And suddenly become a hobbit of his own. Seriously, this is a human tragedy, world disaster, catastrophic incident, somebody needs to step up and tell him that there's such thing as growth pill, but never use too much of 'em. When I browsed for his pictures, there are pretty lots of them showing Daniel Radcliffe in his birth suit. I quirked my eyebrow and thought, did I miss /that/ much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, the once-lovable Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 142px; height: 207px;" src="http://cache.deadspin.com/assets/images/deadspin/2008/09/malfoy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 147px; height: 208px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Cig5UNYhlGNwOM::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__nUt-klS7cyKyDW0aJM-nfKVQhw8=" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always the bad-ass Draco Malfoy, ever since he got out at the first episode, til now (which unfortunately showing his ever-so-slowly-baldness, I'd say it's the age's fault) I still (and always will) adoreeee this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Emma Watson make a great (if not dreamy) couple, but hey, maybe that's just my Draco-Hermione shipper side who's talking. Hahahaha. Anyway, better than Daniel Radcliffe nowadays, I think he mature better in matter of face and body, not to mention that this guy is pretty 'gaul' for having his own Twitter account. Damn I like that side of a young celebrity. I mean, I remember this one tweet saying "People in Facebook are people that you went to school with, but Twitter is all about those people you /wish/ you go to school with" Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, the once-hottie Draco Malfoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 138px; height: 211px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Q6CWplOCVanSLM::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ECQKk7bxzRwwKGJdCOKXbCYNNyU=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 137px; height: 209px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ERGrznxTIwo/Si6nOMuwsXI/AAAAAAAAWhg/-2984P7Rddk/Emma%20Watson%20Burberry%20autumn%20winter%202009%202010%20collection%20photo%5B10%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emma Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say this one is /the/ most consistent character throughout the movie, and I'm talking about the cute level. Haha. I mean, she's so freakin adorable when she was young, and (although I regret the no-longer-bushy-hair) in adult version, she's simply a gorgeous model. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, these days I often seen her with smokey black eyes, which I dare say compliment her very well. Ever since she practiced as a model, she grew pretty well and I personally think she should strictly live as a socialite instead of movie actress. You know, Gossip-Girly-type, but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, the once-know-it-all Hermione Granger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm more interested with her brother, Alex Watson (who once represent Burberry along with his sister). Tsk tsk, good blood run through the family. *digging through the old files looking for one Alex's picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 273px; height: 185px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ZZa1kuh5O2cCGM::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__zgsi44_r7ZtKrjuUL-j-BxGYhVY=" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 224px; height: 186px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jjr/headlines/2010/01/emma-alex-watson-burberry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 137px; height: 184px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:PoZnS72eAvLnoM::&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__8IjfXJ1CKI3p-dW7ASycoVGY5Uw=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-4212600919411392907?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/4212600919411392907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=4212600919411392907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4212600919411392907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4212600919411392907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/06/harry-potter-syndrome.html' title='Harry Potter syndrome'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ERGrznxTIwo/Si6nOMuwsXI/AAAAAAAAWhg/-2984P7Rddk/s72-c/Emma%20Watson%20Burberry%20autumn%20winter%202009%202010%20collection%20photo%5B10%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-92233266684060991</id><published>2010-06-29T20:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:55:23.982+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Hurt Locker</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 263px; height: 174px;" src="http://insequential.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/the_hurt_locker23.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;This is the second time I actually enjoyed an Oscar-winning movie. And this time it's The Hurt Locker. Like I said, I never heard of this movie production until it won The Oscar. And it took me quite some time to spare it and give it a try. Yeah, well.. not bad. Interesting plot line, or should I say, interesting theme? It's like watching Die Hard with sand background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's scope is really tight, giving us a peek of how bomb squad actually worked in the war zone, and this time, the war zone being Iraq. The thing that actually poke my interest was when they found a body bomb. Wow, how on earth could people possibly do such thing? How? Really hope that the boy being killed has nothing to do with the bomb insertion, or is it they kill the boy so the could plant the bomb? That's freaking insane! Still has no idea what were they thinking. Are these guys even human? Do they really think they'll go to heaven (or receive some sort of reward afterward in the after life) or is it no longer about religion issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, what /is/ the original issue in Iraq anyway? I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The Hurt Locker has some sort of dark humor in it, I dunno, by using Guy Pearce and Ralph Fiennes as cameo wannabe. That's hillarious. I love it especially in Ralph's scene where he shoot and shout, "Ahaha. I forgot, 500 thousand dead or alive." That guy's just sick. Might've been a fans after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-92233266684060991?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/92233266684060991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=92233266684060991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/92233266684060991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/92233266684060991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/06/hurt-locker.html' title='Hurt Locker'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3538692210513415536</id><published>2010-06-18T23:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:37:37.074+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Prosecutor Princess</title><content type='html'>Only one line that fairly represents this drama. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People should give it a chance. &lt;/span&gt;Hahahahaha, having suffered the lowest rating among THREE parallel Tue-Wed dramas, people rarely glanced upon this one (since the competitors were Cinderella Sister and Personal Taste). So, when the real owner of "my" current hard disk requested this series to be downloaded, I did it reluctantly. But yeah, I'm thankful for that one reluctant move, for now I had the great experience of watching case after case presented in Prosecutor Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama tells us about a (more-or-less) Legally-Blonde-type of a prosecutor, and given that she's not blonde and clearly smarter, I expected a better version of a law-themed personality.  This girl's apparently having trouble adjusting to the "common" culture of prosecutor life line (black suit, black  car, black mood) and at first got ridiculed by her colleague. But eventually, she earned their respect anyway, having solved many interesting cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this KDrama that drawn me into it was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 280px; height: 158px;" src="http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/pp2/PP6-00105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 280px; height: 158px;" src="http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2010/pp2/PP10-00054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Even until 10th episode, I still had trouble figuring out who exactly is the MALE LEAD in this drama. And that one was an enjoyable treat, you know. Pondering whether this guy or that guy that will end up with the FEMALE LEAD, cringed upon one sweet move made by one guy, but yet the other guy making another cute gesture also, sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's this one male lead character, who's actually pretty easy to adore and love (a.k.a &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 158px; float: left; height: 199px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/155i25g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;adorable and lovable), but yet you hesitant to pour your whole bet upon him since there's this whole mystery surrounding that guy. He's a man with sooo big of an agenda. It's like, "Aaaw, I honestly like you, but there's something creepy about you so I won't stand that close to you"-type of crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why I'm a bit reluctant-to-get-drown into him was because of that blasted Endless Love drama (anyone remember?) where the Won Bin character whom so lovable and funny and adorable make you hoping/insisting/demanding that Song Hye Gyo ended up with him, but alas the writer had other thing in their mind thus they blatantly ignored your desperate plea.. SIGH, I won't let that kind of heartbreak happen once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 293px; height: 165px;" src="http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2010/pp2/PPshoes-00035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 292px; height: 165px;" src="http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2010/pp2/PPshoes-00022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THE SHOES. Okay, (now) I'm a big shoe fan, not that I have a room full of them (yet) but I actually enjoyed seeing girls fit into their shoes nicely (or is it the shoes that fit into the girls' feet nicely?). So far, I have never seen that kind of shoe-parade in one drama. Seriously the director and stylist must have had this sort of shoe-fetish or sumtin but I'm thankful nevertheless. Hahahaha, I'm pretty much in love with that nude-color-with-gasper high-heels that she wore one time, I actually freeze the scene and take a look into detail of that shoe. Geez, what a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Except for the guy with one big mystery air around him, the rest of the cast played their character quite genuinely. No lies were sown and no false pretenses were laid. I like that. I'm easily getting tired watching something where people act upon lies, you know, something like "I won't let you know that he actually was here looking for you since I hate you so much". Bleeeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The cases. Okay, one thing that separate Prosecutor Princess from other drama was the cases she's working on. It's not just one big cases spanned from first episode to the last, but there's actually a lot of small cases presented. It's like watching detective Conan, hehehehe. Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 287px; height: 190px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b304/dhincroy/prosecutor%20princess/IWsApt-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 268px; height: 190px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b304/dhincroy/prosecutor%20princess/4e2d28460c9147356a63e5d6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 285px; height: 190px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b304/dhincroy/prosecutor%20princess/476d65103b8631c0c2ce79d3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 258px; height: 190px;" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b304/dhincroy/prosecutor%20princess/10cbf62a25becda7023bf6c9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The magnificent set. Starting from the Female Lead's house, her apartment, her office room, Male Lead's apartment, his office.. OMG! Since the story basically told us about rich people (in a normal way, not Tao-Ming-Tse's way), the characters are naturally having big grand room for themselves. It's like watching Carrie SATC but Korean. Hahahaha. Love it, and also the beautiful scenery purposely captured for lots of scenes (sakura flowing, aesthetical ruin, etc). Damn I just beautiful places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Prosecutor Princess sure has its own flaws, and one of them is the overload wrist-grabbing scenes. That one is extensively shown in the movie, not the I'll-take-you-somewhere-else sort of wrist-grabbing, but more gyaaah-I'm-falling-help-me kind of wrist-grabbing. That was ridiculous. What kind of people grabs someone else's wrist in order to prevent a fall? That move would just make the other person swing over helplessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another flaw I dislike was the Goodbyeee, Goodbyeee My Princess soundtrack. Eeeeeuh, the rest of that song was actually good to hear, but that line particularly.. Dear Lord, why do they put that lyric??? EVERY episode ended with that song, no matter what kind of scene shown before. That's just weeeeird. For example, one scene was about female lead suddenly discovered her new (cute) neighbor, thus the mood was more giggling and happy.. BUT THEN the song played, Goodbyeee.. Goodbye my princessss... WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the (insignificant) flaws mentioned above, I rate this move 8,5 since it was MUCH better than Personal Taste that loses its appeal through the end of the episodes. The ending episode is compact and the plot pace is well maintained. And by the way, now that I mention it, this drama often reminded me of City Hall. Superman-Wonderwoman implication, the scene where the MALE LEAD suddenly dissapear, the characterization of FEMALE LEAD (sometimes even the face).. tsk tsk, too bad since I'm such a devoted fans of City Hall (which I rate as 9,5 out of 10) then some of the PP scenes are not that moving for me. But that's just me, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3538692210513415536?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3538692210513415536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3538692210513415536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3538692210513415536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3538692210513415536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/06/prosecutor-princess.html' title='Prosecutor Princess'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/pp2/th_PP6-00105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5492774585225099181</id><published>2010-06-09T19:48:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:15:23.533+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>My Personal Taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 240px; height: 135px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste5-00013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;A Korean drama that brought another light-pace plot and plenty of moronic hilarious scenes. The main theme was a bit confusing to sum up, but in general it's about a guy whom mistaken as a gay by this one particular sloppy girl.. one thing lead to another.. and then they ended up as roommate. I usually watched this in turn with Cinderella Sister for its healing effect after post-depression-syndrome caused by that sister-drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 240px; height: 135px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste3-00242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The cast is the biggest drawn since the gay guy was played by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Minho&lt;/span&gt;, the infamous newcomer for his infamous character in Boys Over Flower (the Tao Ming Tse/Domyoji one) while the sloppy girl was played by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sohn Ye-Jin&lt;/span&gt;. Honestly I know nothing about this girl but after saw her acting in the first episode of Personal Taste, yes I adoreeee her immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10px 0px 0pt; float: right; width: 220px; height: 123px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste5-00125.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Aside from its fun and adorable plot, the main thing I notice from Personal Taste was their fashion style. Hahahaha, so sue me, but I'm hooked by every blazer/jacket/coat/cardigan/outerwear that they wore. Having watched Oh My Lady (euh, I'll get to that one later -__-), it's such a blessing knowing there's such thing as Personal Taste. Thank God for sensible stylist for Korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 226px; height: 127px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste7-00270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Unfortunately (for me), the thing about cute and funny drama is that there ALWAYS comes a time where all the fun vanished into thin air and the plot suddenly taking a U-Turn into sappy angst teary scenes. And that usually in the umpteenth episodes (say, 13, 14, 15, etc) , anywhere near the final, so yeah, I kind of lost my interest to continue for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, move on to the cast.. be warned, spoiler might be unintentional mentioned ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; height: 109px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste1-00186.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2010/pt02/pt02-00165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Gae-In&lt;/span&gt; (played by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sohn Ye-Jin&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The mighty transformation happened to this girl ever since her supposedly boyfriend has asked the wrong girl to marry. Yes, the boyfriend cheated on the best girlfriend, classic. But God has different plan since she met the stoic-and-simply-charming gay guy. This soon-to-be best-gay-friend will eventually teach her how to be the real woman (hm, logic?). Thus, the transformation. Personally, I rooted for her comfy appearance, baggy jeans, baggy shirt, pajamas, flip-flops, loose jacket and that messy-curly-hair. Sigh. Anyway, I loved her job!!! Furniture designer, how cool is that? Her art work and taste is just simply cute, an apple chair, melon chair, ice cream desk, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2010/pt02/pt02-00141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2010/pt06/pt06-00021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeon Jin-Ho&lt;/span&gt; (played by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Minho&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;An architect thriving to win a design competition in order to put honor to his late father's name. He has practical common sense, lack of dramatic attitude, simply cool and apparently the most eligible bachelor in this planet, if not for the gay thing. Imagine, he can cook, loves to clean, tidy, available to buy ultra thin flexipads with wings anytime, willing to wash your hair, gives the best massage, a good drinking friend (and act as the guardian afterward, you know, in case one cannot hold one's drink), et cetera et cetera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2010/pt08/pt08-00001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste5-00212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chang Ryul &lt;/span&gt;(played by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Ji-Suk&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The second male lead, the classic cheater, plain girl-player, and mama's boy (literally, he has so many mother, like seven of them, geez! No wonder!) whom at first we will hate to the very bone. But when you actually really think about it, this guy is sweet. Simply based on the fact that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; Gae-In's boyfriend in the first place. So there has to be something that made him attracted to that sloppy unattractive girl, and it's obviously not the outer look. Anyway, later in the episodes, I'm getting more and more hooked by his charm, hahahaha.. bad-ass Chang Ryul who stood up against his dad is pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/kaein/pt1/taste7-00304.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2010/pt08/pt08-00111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sang Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joyful character in this drama. Posed as the co-worker of Jinho-ssi, this guy put the best gay-act ever, flamboyant hand gesture with deep baritone voice, oh how I love this guy. He usually came for rescue when something is not right with the main couple, and plenty of fans (hahahaha, me included) apparently wished for him to be paired with Jeon Jinho instead of that lead girl. They both make a great easy going gay couple. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from those cast above, there are still so many other characters playing in this drama. Yeah, it's many-people-tricks-and-intrigues kind of drama.. the friend, the boss, the father, the fiance, the ex, the mother-in-law.. hah.. so many.. Have no time to write one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I'll say I give this one 8 out of 10 for its witty humor and brilliant effort to create cuteness without being cheesy. Yes, there's only ONE cheesy line I remembered from this drama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin-Ho: Don't even think about entering my dreams. While I'm working... the three syllables of your name "Park Gae In"... and your face... I'm going to be sure to erase from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gae-In: Wow... that's going too far, Jin Ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin-Ho: But... I'll have you etched into my heart instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Hueeeeeeeks&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-5492774585225099181?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5492774585225099181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5492774585225099181&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5492774585225099181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5492774585225099181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-personal-taste.html' title='My Personal Taste'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-2423420361487822047</id><published>2010-05-15T14:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:31:28.711+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Cinderella's Sister (preview)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px 10px 0px 0px; float: left; width: 324px; height: 215px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/unni18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Best KDrama I've seen so far, I mean.. yeah, well, it fell into way much different category than City Hall but, yes, I think it's the best KDrama indeed. The powerful casting and absolutely thrilling scenarios, beautiful soundtrack AND the mood they set you upon watching each and every episodes of it. Dang, I love this one a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main difference from the rest of KDrama (that I've seen) is that this is not mainly about romance. Audience won't be indulged by Love Love Love in scene after scene. It's more like family epic story, the twisted tale about Cinderella. The cast is perfect (have I said that?), there's the wealthy and loving father, greedy step-mother, the step-sister, Cinderella, the Prince, the Pauper... gyaaaah, love it love it love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 0px 0pt; width: 253px; height: 143px;" src="http://s630.photobucket.com/albums/uu26/dramabeans/drama/2010/cinderella08/cinderella08-00119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The story is pretty much like the original Cinderella tale, only the twist is that the Step-mother turn out to be more on Cinderella's side than the step sister (hence the title). The step-sister is played by Moon Geun Young (Innocent Step, My Little Bride, Love Me Not) and the Cinderella is played by the doll-face Oh Seo Woo. It's hard to dislike the Cinderella (duh, she's the supposedly good girl after all) and it's even harder not to sympathize with the Step-sister. Like someone said in one of those review sites, Moon tended to pick only best movie to play. Damn her good talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing I love most about this drama is that dark and gloomy tone. I'm such a sucker for dark movie, a good one that is. Moon represented the best dark character I've ever seen, a tremendous thing considering that her characters were always this happy cutie lovable lil girl. I dig her appearance, her acting, her lines, her sneakers (!) and her lack of attempt to look pretty in this movie (or is it the responsibility of make-up artist? Great job, then!). In the other hand, I also adore Cinderella's character. Her (sometimes annoying) cries, her acting, her clothes, her crazy high-heels and boots (!), her blazer.. sigh, that's why I like this movie so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 118px; height: 176px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/unni/unni12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 118px; height: 176px;" src="http://www.dramabeans.com/wp-content/uploads/unni9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male characters are great also, and (as usual) represent totally different heaven-and-earthly treat. One is the heart-warming-sometimes-bitter Prince and the other is loyal-adorable Pauper Clown. Taecyon from 2PM actually played well in this one, not like those young idols who have only singular expression throughout the movie. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?t0zqyt3dmmo#1"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the teaser for the movie, and since I saw it AFTER I watched the movie, I was pretty much impressed. Too bad Moon's hairstyle is no longer similar with the MV version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-2423420361487822047?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/2423420361487822047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=2423420361487822047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2423420361487822047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2423420361487822047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/05/cinderellas-sister-preview.html' title='Cinderella&apos;s Sister (preview)'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7073827147752593970</id><published>2010-05-13T08:28:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:50:43.500+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>sweeeeet (Pasta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;width: 339px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.dramabeans.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/pasta_48.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Aish, I kept watching and loving &lt;b&gt;Pasta &lt;/b&gt;altogether. The best thing about this Korean drama (aside from so many eye candies) is that it told us about how a couple living their relationship, not just two people trying to be a love couple and when they do, it's The End (i.e. Full House, You're Beautiful, Coffee Prince, even City Hall). Kinda depressing when you wish so much for your favorite pair to be FINALLY in a relationship (as Facebook status might say) but by then, it's only two or less episodes left. Weks! I want to know how the hay their relationship really is, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered getting so annoyed after watching Full House, because when Rain and Song Hye Gyo finally climbed from rock bottom and after so many tears being spilled, it's THE END! OMG, they only let few tiny clips showing how both characters enjoying their relationship in the middle of, err.. I dunno, vacation? Shopping time? Honeymoon? Or like in Coffee Prince, when Yoon Eun Hye finally being recognized as a girl and Gong Yoo declared his love, then JRENG JRENG, she left for overseas study and it's FINALE episode! What the haaay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in Pasta, the main characters already declared as a couple ever since episode 9 and there's still 11 episodes left, so yay, I'm happy. As a result, there are witty dialogues coming up from that couple that I actually find it as refreshing and funny. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(sad music in the background)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Do you know how hard it is for me in the kitchen because of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What did I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Working in your kitchen, I'm more afraid of disappointing you as a cook than our relationship being found out. I can endure being the kitchen assistant again, and put up with the whisperings of the sunbaes, but I don't want to lean on you and not being a good enough cook. I like you and because I like you, I want to lean on you, but I'm trying so hard to stand on my own so I don't lean. You don't know that, do you? *getting all worked up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Are you finished?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, Chef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then should we call it quits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(music tape stopped in a brutal halt)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*shocked* But we haven't done anything yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We haven't done anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*pouting* What have we done together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is it that you want to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everything what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just everything. Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*nods*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Male: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Fine, let's just do everything. Okay? *laugh* We're probably going to be very busy on weekends now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin:10 10 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; width: 417px; height: 141px;" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee44/blizzard_break/69542e1af5e0c8e6ad6e75f0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cuteeee, for a split sec, I tawt they're really gonna call it quit *oh nooo* but how on earth the mood changed drastically like that? The chef is indeed one devilish manipulator. Ha-ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition (felt like I'm starting to make a thesis out of this one, huh?), do you know how we usually torn apart between two male characters fighting over one female character, and while in one hand we knew she will eventually end up with the hero male, but then again since there are so many obstacles in their relationship you'd wished for her to pick the supporting male character, the easy option, instead? (i.e. Full House (again), Coffee Prince (again), Endless Love, Meteor Garden, You're Beautiful, Goong aka Princess Hours, Cinderella Sister, well.. you know my point). It doesn't happen in Pasta. Hahahahaha! I extremely content with whomever she chose, the Chef or the Customer. They're both so sweet (in their own way) and each one complimented the other. Maybe they should ended up together instead as a cute gay couple? Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this one sums up the so-called-difference between the Chef and the Customer in a dialogue between the female character and her dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some man says he likes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What kind of a man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well that... I'm not sure. I'm confused... all of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Can he support himself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has a lot of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Does he have an awful personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He's very considerate. And agreeable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is he against you being a cook?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He likes anything I make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then what's the problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well... I like someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Someone else? How is he better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Uh, that... It's so hard to put into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Does he have more money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Does he have a better personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He yells all the time, he's stubborn, and gets into fights with people all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Does he like your cooking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, he always criticizes whatever I cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But you still like him better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Female: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know. It just happened that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then go with the first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doeeeenk, very practical dad! While the second man in question might not seem that worth it to be considered as son-in-law, he actually has some virtue (!!!) in which you gotta watch the dramas to see what they are. Yah, but as I said, I like them both since both are easy options indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These three characters (the main actress, main actor and male supporting role) were often(ly) seen together in one scene. I mean, THAT MUCH often, gyaaah.. it almost hillarious I almost agreed to the threesome relationship in this drama. Hahahahaha. At one point, the aforementioned dad came and found the three of them sitting together (again) at the bar, initiating reaaaally awkward moment by saying, "So, are these two the 2 men you said you were confused between?" Hahahahahahahaha... soooo embarassing! Those male leads were probably just curious over the question, BUT the female lead?? hohoho, I can't even start imagining myself to be in her shoes. Might have jumped from the 35th floor as well, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the scenes after that?? They reminded me of these junior high love stories where your boyfriend(s) got scolded by your dad and things got even out-of-handly SWEET. Hehehe, love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7073827147752593970?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7073827147752593970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7073827147752593970&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7073827147752593970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7073827147752593970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/05/sweeeeet-pasta.html' title='sweeeeet (Pasta)'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7442837237548492184</id><published>2010-05-04T19:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:26:21.929+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='western series'/><title type='text'>Marathon</title><content type='html'>There are tons of series that I watched in the past couple of weeks since I have to burn 'em all to free some space in my computer. Hence, there’s a mixed (and matched) feeling goin on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 278px; height: 184px;" src="http://www.spikytv.com/wp-content/uploads/120809_0907_CriminalMin1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Well, I started with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; season 5, 'fcourse, and as always, after being too long on hiatus with this series, watching it again is like having a dejavu sensation of this creepy and obsession feeling all over. I nearly forgot how cruel its episodes could be. And yes, Reed (Matthew Gray-Gubler) is the director for episode 16. Oh that sweet guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 130px; height: 194px;" src="http://freetvonlines.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/house_md_poster5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Then, moving forward, I gulped down &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; season 6. Well, House MD is always such an entertainment for twisted mind like mine, so yeah I adore that actually-pretty-perfect-husband-material series. Hahahaha, this old bastard is smart, can cook, play the instrument, ride the big fiasco of a motorcycle, acquire odd sense of humor, brutally honest, wickedly playful, and is an eye-candy. The only downsize is that he's such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like previous series, Gregory House (Hugh Laurie) is also directing episode 16 in season 6. Hmm, actor-turn-director phenomenon. And, okay old news, but recently I just realized that he's a Brit. Oh my goat! So amazing seeing one of his interview session with Jay Leno in youtube and I instantly hooked even more. Yay for sexy native accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 250px; height: 165px;" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Shows/Numbers/90210_new/Season1/90210show136.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;After seeing House, I tried finishing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90210 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Season 1. Yes, I know I'm a bit far behind that series considering I used to be pretty freak with Gossip Girl. And in my humble opinion, 90210 and Gossip Girl viewers are like stepsisters, hating each other. So, anyway, I already burned the first half of the season so it seemed like a waste not finishing the whole series once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 146px; height: 208px;" src="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Galleries/Shows/Numbers/90210_New/Season1/90210show175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;In 90210, there's this one new character named Liam (see above picture). And I honestly cannot think how lucky this guy is, He barely speaks one line. Seriously, it's just "Huh?", "Sure.", "Ok.", "Wazzup?", and any other one-word-phrase-you-can-think-of. Tsk tsk tsk, and that Ethan character (see the right picture), wow, he became the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man-whore&lt;/span&gt; in this series. So hillarious, while there are only 4 main female heroines, Ethan had already dated three of them (at least in season 1). Waaaaaaaw....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, how come Naomi's (the supposedly bitchy-girl-enemy character but I love her more than the main heroine, Annie. Ugh, felt like slapping Annie all over)  boyfriends are always these good-looking-bad-boy-smart-ass gentleman? Impressive, director!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10pt 10px 0px; float: left; width: 286px; height: 161px;" src="http://static.blogcritics.org/09/09/19/113979/5x02---Sam,-Dean-and-Castiel-looking-into-Bobby%27s-room.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;After that, I reconnected my old relationship with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supernatural &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;season 5. The BEST thing about this series is the sense of humour of its writer(s). Very moronic and super hilarious. I enjoyed their constant mockery of others series (say, Grey's Anatomy, House MD, Damage, etc) and witty dialogues (mostly by Dean). My favorite so far, "Famine? Another Horsemen? Great! Must be Thursday.." I practically jumped off my chair (figuratively) and laughing out loud since Supernatural is indeed playing every Thursday back in their original country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 294px; height: 166px;" src="http://weeklyrot.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/supernatural-wings-thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I also remember the scenes where they discovered there's such thing as fanfiction in this world, and people are actually making fanfics about Dean &amp;amp; Sam in Supernatural, as a pair. "What? They do know that we're brothers, right?" Dean asked in shock. Right, it's exactly why fans made the fanfic, Mr. Winchester. Embracing the latest culture like that is what makes Supernatural is a pleaser for its audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be wrong to say, but how come I become more aware of what Bible says by watching this series instead of, well, going to the church mass? Four Horsemen, Apocalypse, Lucifer rising, false prophet, Gabrielle, Michael, etc. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10pt 10px 0px; float: left; width: 232px; height: 154px;" src="http://images.nymag.com/images/2/daily/2009/09/20090922_gossipgirl_560x375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Moving on, I continued with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; season 3 (yes, yes, pretty drastic turnover). I actually enjoyed season 3 mainly because two of my all-time-favorite-pairing are back together. Serena-Nate and Chuck-Blair. Yes, I know Blair-Chuck will end separate ways, but I reaaally like these couples. I cannot seems to get enough of Blair-Chuck game scenes (they are truly the perfect-unperfect-pair) and Serena-Nate will always look like the Royal pair. So regal in their blond hair and decent-goodie-two-shoes behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing is, like 90210, there's always man-whore character in this type of series. And in Gossip Girl, it's Nate. Crazier than Ethan in 90210, Nate had already dated four main female character. Serena, Blair, Vanessa and Jenny. Wooow....! What is it with this round-table hook up and break up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I missed Grey's Anatomy, but right now I'm in the middle of investigating where the hay is the first part of Season 5. I KNEW I have burned it somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7442837237548492184?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7442837237548492184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7442837237548492184&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7442837237548492184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7442837237548492184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/05/marathon.html' title='Marathon'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3572693164631179771</id><published>2010-04-26T19:37:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:25:10.941+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Top Ten Interesting Artist according to indigowine</title><content type='html'>Hey hey, for the sake of giving myself a great time this weekend, I gathered the most interesting artist of all season in American Idol, my version. Hahahahaha. Ok, lame, I know, but I can't help it. That's what you got after you watching the show for like 6 episodes in a row.  So here they are, in no sequence whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*thinking hard*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10pt 10px 0px; float: left; width: 129px; height: 173px;" src="http://www.globalnemesis.com/images/adam-lamber1-225x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;This guy is the best performer ever in the history of American Idol, my version. Every single song he sang is always crazy, with his extremely high notes and gothic-rocker style. I adore every single piece he sang in season 8 and I was pretty sure he would be the winner out of that season. Too bad (or maybe not?) that he ended up as the runner-up, but that's OK for me cause he only lose to Kris Allen, another favorite of mine. The best song from him that I like is &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mad World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 132px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Ux-uRspNU/SgLZ12lEFFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RoncWcYcvEU/s320/ChrisDaughtry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Well, I have not heard of this guy, at least not until top 5 in American Idol. And now, after being the fastest rock album record in history, I have his album, his singles and I diggg his voice. Always swoon by that type of voice, that's me. Best song from him is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;What About Now&lt;/span&gt;. I can listen to that song over and over again. Hmm... sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 133px; height: 187px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/events/ALO-070914.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Ah, the goodie-two-shoes boy-next-door. Always torn between him and Adam Lambert while watching Season 8 last year. Damn hard, they're both good in a different kind of music. But I have to say I loved this boy much more. Well, part of it was because of his look and his trademark lips-twitching (is that what this is all about? His cute mouth? =P) I secretly hope he could make it to TOP 2 at least.. and I'm amazed of my own psychic power. He made it, and not only that he came out as the winner. Err, even though I'm not completely agree with the result based solely on his performance on the finale, but with the rest of the episodes? He nailed it. Best one I like is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ain't No Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;. Boo for Aaron Kelly to pick that song. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Didi Benami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 125px; height: 187px;" src="http://myrealitytelevision.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/didi_benami9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Too bad this sweet girl walked out in TOP 10 (she didn't deserve it, people! Just kicked out that Aaron Kelly guy! Honestly!), but she won me over by her voice. Aaargh, if only she got a great producer and major label to back her up. She impressed me that much I can still remember her audition (or rather, solo exhibition) where she sang Kara DioGuardi - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Terrified&lt;/span&gt; song only with her guitar. That's gorgeous! Nice type of voice. She reminded me much of Colbie Caillat or Taylor Swift. Too bad she seemed to always pick the wrong song. Anyway, here's the piece I mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:BmXR9hK1mwlfLM::dannygokeyfansite.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/danny_newest_eyewear.jpg&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;h=195&amp;amp;w=260&amp;amp;usg=__3xp5Oc2Rero1yXIJYuC4_BOVuKk=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I have nothing to say about his singing ability (and the fact that he chose country after graduated from American Idol), but I do have something to say about his glasses. Hahahaha, jeez, this guy struck me as a plain straight guy with the tendency to be a bit flamboyant with his constantly-changing-matching-glasses. When he wore white, he wore white all over even with his glasses. And again with red, blue, black, green... HELLO? Did the stylist do that on purpose? Well-done! Best one I like from him is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Endless Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 172px; height: 185px;" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll135/plaisancepleasures/david-cook6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Hmm, what can I say, after Daughtry, comes The Cook. His ability of covering other artist' song came in mind when I see Adam Lambert. Artist who can do well in covering version and made it their own original is always something. I especially loved his Gerard Butler's &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music of The Night&lt;/span&gt;. Sexy voice, might as well making a soundtrack out of his own. Between him and Archie, bleeh.. most definitely David Cook. So, yay for American audience to vote for this guy =D Made me want to laugh when I know that Archie chose Think Of Me and Cook chose Music of The Night during Phantom of the Opera week. Hahaha, very much resemblance, eh? Archie represent the female and Cook is all about the male =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jordin Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 220px; height: 144px;" src="http://socialbutterflies.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/jordinsparks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I have to admit I held no interest whatsoever about her during the American Idol season. To me she's just another seventeen-year-old-but-look-so-much-older type of girl. But my oh my she made a great album afterward. All of her current song is seriously easy-listening and with that commercial voice, I think she could hit the roof. The best piece I love from Jordin is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Air&lt;/span&gt;. The melody, the lyric, the music.. nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elliot Yamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 163px; height: 163px;" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/thumbnail/280/280/cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/8/99/ElliottYamin.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Never aware of his existence until one of my colleague bugging me all over about his album. So yeah, I admitted I didn't look into that Season 6 (or is it 5?) that much, so I'm pretty reckless of recognizing who the heck Elliot Yamin is. Buuut, since his name is similar to my favorite dishes, I took a risk of getting my hands on his album, Fight For Love. And I swept away by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Dewyze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 113px; height: 158px;" src="http://www4.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Fox+Meet+Top+12+American+Idol+Finalists+Event+_7Ga4Lmg2dpl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;My only hope for Season 9 is this guy (note that I wrote this, the American Idol season 9 is only at TOP 7). Interestingly funny cause he's such a pessimist, oh so cute. He always thought that he's going to go home in each and every episodes. Tsk tsk, careful for what you wish for, Mister. His tone of voice is the best thing about Lee, and yeah well.. I think you know my preferences, Cook, Daughtry, now Dewyze. His song I like the best (by far) is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beast of Burden&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blake Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 115px; height: 155px;" src="http://ngoisao.net/news/hau-truong/2007/06/3b9bf487/blake_lewis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The first beat-boxer slash singer that picked my interest up. I always think he made a bad move of re-perform You Give Love A Bad Name in the finale. Everybody knows that American Idol is all about surprises, so yeah, bad move! The best song I like the best from Blake Lewis is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I Got U&lt;/span&gt;, one of his song in his Audio Day Dream album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ct0wy2nhdtq"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3572693164631179771?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3572693164631179771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3572693164631179771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3572693164631179771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3572693164631179771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-ten-interesting-artist-according-to.html' title='Top Ten Interesting Artist according to indigowine'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6Ux-uRspNU/SgLZ12lEFFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RoncWcYcvEU/s72-c/ChrisDaughtry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-2331425186549589053</id><published>2010-04-21T06:39:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:57:21.140+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Pasta</title><content type='html'>Move on with the current interest of mine. P.A.S.T.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 296px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.dramabeans.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/lsk_singles2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Oh how I love the main actor in this KDrama ever since he played the distant cousin in Coffee Prince back in 2007. At one scene in Coffee Prince, he was singing to the main actress at Coffee Prince (Yoon Eunhye) and I instantly felt head over heels with this man. Huhuhuhuhu, the best thing about him is his smile, his annoyingly wicked yet genuine smile. Aaaw, he doesn’t even fall into pretty boy category yet I infatuated strongly with Lee Seon kyun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was /that/ crazy about this guy, I actually broken-hearted when he got married. But on top of that, I still adore his pre-wedding photos. Aaaargh, he’s so sweet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 207px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/act/2009/lsk_wedding2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 206px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/act/2009/lsk_wedding1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmpff, okay. Enough with that fan-girl moment, on with the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta will strongly reminded you of Hell’s Kitchen, a gruesome (and loud) chef with his mean demeanor and bunch of sous-chef, line cook, commie, etc and pretty much food. Err, more like nouvelle cuisine with its tiny proportion and expensive price. This series will also reminded you of most JDorama since the main topic is “strive for the best” and not mainly love and romance movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 216px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/pasta/pasta6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;It has romance in it, ‘fcourse, but not overly made and not cheesy. In fact, the love scene was so rare I gasped for some air in episode 9 and the rest since suddenly the scene turned into some freaking cute ones. And they only hold hands, people, not some wild make out episode. That’s just sweet. Ahahaha, I love it when I like a movie more and more within each episode, and not vice versa. I can spare the plain expression on my face during one or two episode but if they can spike my interest in later scene, hell yeah I’ll vote it be a movie recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like when I watched You’re Beautiful all over again. Not interested in the first 3 episodes until suddenly the characters mimicking Sorry Sorry dance by Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not exactly the same since I shared huge interest upon the main actor in Pasta in the first place (like mentioned above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 178px; height: 268px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/2010/pasta/pasta7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The plot is about a girl wanting to become a great chef in the restaurant she works for, La Sfera. She spent three years working as kitchen assistant, working her ass off. But by the time she finally will hold a pan, the chef in that restaurant got replaced by new infamous chef who is back from Italy. This new chef apparently dislike any female in his kitchen, so in his own way, he managed to fire them all, including our heroine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s actually funny, she always managed to successfully return to La Sfera but at the same time, she always managed to be fired all over again. Hahaha, so damn stubborn, but I can relate with her. Dude, you spent three years working like a slave and now you got fired only because of your gender? Hah! Over my dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, basically in the first three episodes, she has been fired four times. Hahahaha, so crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the plot is getting interesting since in order to replace female chef in the kitchen, the new chef brought back with him three replacement, male chef, from Italy. And yes, it’s not a problem with me as long as the this new dudes are easy in the eye. And yes, you bet your ass they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 140px; height: 197px;" src="http://www.hancinema.net/photos/posterphoto81549.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 153px; height: 196px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/act/2010/10a/hyunwoo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 128px; height: 195px;" src="http://www.hancinema.net/photos/posterphoto68827.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho, so there goes my main point of watching this drama. In City Hall, I mentioned there were three good looking guys playing some interesting character, but in Pasta, ladies and gentlemen, there are nine, I repeat, NINE eye candies altogether in that one drama. The chef, the regular guest of the restaurant (it's Alex from Clazziquai, OMG! OMG!), the butler, the sous-chef, the three musketeer from Italy, the goldfish's brother and one Korean chef responsible for doing salad dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 108px; height: 163px;" src="http://www.hancinema.net/photos/posterphoto90740.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 109px; height: 164px;" src="http://www.hancinema.net/photos/posterphoto53569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 122px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.hancinema.net/photos/posterphoto100543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 115px; height: 168px;" src="http://www.hancinema.net/photos/posterphoto105705.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dramabeans.com/wp-content/images/act/3/alex_2.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 124px; height: 177px; float: right;" com="" content="" images="" act="" 3="" jpg="" alt="" border="0" /&gt;This, however, made me remember something. Alex from Clazziquai, hah, too long no see.. This is the guy who actually swayed me with his voice, ever since he sang soundtracks from Seducing Mr. Perfect, 200 Pounds of Beauty, My Name is Kim Samsoon, etc. Imagine how surprised I was knowing that he's in this movie. Man, thus, there are at least two good voices in Pasta (Alex and Lee Seon kyun), hail no regret!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-2331425186549589053?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/2331425186549589053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=2331425186549589053&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2331425186549589053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/2331425186549589053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/04/pasta.html' title='Pasta'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-4250056167466076283</id><published>2010-04-15T17:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T17:56:38.071+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10pt 10px 0px; float: left; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.hollyhobbieworld.com/HollyHobbieGreetingCards2005_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I think I should have known that I always fond of cards, birthday cards, Christmas cards, anniversary cards, bereavement cards, get-well-soon cards, baby cards, encouragement cards, thank you cards, any cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them since I was such a little girl, maybe 7 or 8 just then, moment where I changed my school and moved away to a foreign place where I knew no one and the only friend I got was just the one in my class. So they gave me cards, and I gave them mine, promised each other that we will write as often as possible, let the others know what's going on in one's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began to collect cards, and letters, and like any other young girls at that time, I started to /hunt/ pretty envelopes and letter kits. I adored those little stickers that you could put in your letter to emphasize your words, and I loved to beautify every package I sent to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that was when I realized my interest in art. Hahaha, at such a young age. Unfortunately, most of the collection since childhood has long gone, those naïve letters and pretty cards, but that's okay, I guess. My feeling about it /&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;/ the important one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 267px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.tutorialspalace.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/christmaspst20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, cards nowadays were not that popular anymore. Kind of sad actually, since it holds sincere and authentic signature that we senders gave to them receivers. I missed those times when at Christmas people exchanging cards, or when someone having their birthday then cards flowing in to their mailbox. Now, it still is, only done electronically. Instead of physical cards, you received email, e-cards, short message in your phone, a shout in your blog, wall post in your Facebook, tweets in your twitter, video message in myspace account, or simply a greeting and a handshake from people standing next to you. I think those things were easily dismissed, you would forget the handshake right away, and your inbox will be full at some time then you need to clean it. But with cards, no, I collected them, hoping one day I will have children that share the similar interest with mine and then I could tell them stories, just by holding a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 213px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.arenaflowers.com/product_image/large/2683-birthday_greeting_card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I always said birthday cards is even more important than the birthday gifts. ‘fcourse it would be weird to give someone a birthday card without a gift (and by definition, a gift is anything but cards), and ‘fcourse it’s always nice to receive a gift, but personally I constantly looked for the cards. Strange behavior for some people, but not me. I keep them in my treasure box and I still love to open it and read some of the old ones. Reading them every so often brought this smile upon my lips, knowing that at least on that day, I shared something with those people. A card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a time when I actually insisted having my friend to give me physical Christmas card last year and she ended up giving me a Chinese New Year’s card instead. Seriously, at Christmas day, with a note saying, “I know you don’t understand the letters, so this should work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week something strange occurred in my life. And it has everything to do with cards and letters. I remembered some of my childhood friends (and well, let’s face it, childhood crush, even though I only remembered their nickname) and wondered that at least one of them must have had a Facebook account. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Facebook now works as an updated people database. Maybe in some countries, if a police want to trace a bad guy, they just look for their Facebook accounts =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 207px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkyaXZ1rRaU/R8q6XUPWc1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/9B-B7mNa3Pc/s400/Get+Well+Soon+card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;So I ended up trying to search names in the searching box, blamed my short memory since I forget their full name sometimes but yeah I stumbled upon a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is the oldest pen-friend of mine. Ha-ha, seriously, that girl is my friend from back then when I was still in Jakarta, at third grade of elementary school, who at my last day gave me her address and promised to write each other. I even have no recollection whatsoever regarding what sort of friendship we had when we were still in school, I just remembered the time when we exchanged those cards and letters. Those scrap papers and tiny stickers. Those cute little profile letter (favorite food, favorite color, favorite drinks, ahahahahaha, so vintageeee). And I remembered the feeling I had at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, people grew up. Three years later I lost contact of her since she also moved from Jakarta to Jogja, and sooner or later I started to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till yesterday, when I saw her name and still not sure whether that was really her. I asked, hoping that I reach the right person and ‘fcourse secretly wishing that she would still remember me. And yes she does. That was sooooo bizarre. We know nothing but the letters (which had already gone anyway) but we remembered every single feeling we had during that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 284px; height: 284px;" src="http://projectcenter.creativememories.com/photos/anniversary_cards/celebrate-anniversary-card.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;The girl is going to have her wedding in July, and she told me that she actually put my name on the invitation list with blank address, even before that rendezvous in Facebook, believe it or not. She has this kind of feeling that somehow after nearly 20 years we would meet again, and she is right. That’s just eerie, and sweet, but eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I visited one of UNICEF’s gift shop, and I saw these lovely cards, which reminded my of my past hobby. The price is extensively pricey (i.e. 150.000 IDR for 10 blank cards) but I think it’s okay since they were for the greater good. I intended to buy them someday (when this economic depression of mine ends maybe) and gave to the people I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-4250056167466076283?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/4250056167466076283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=4250056167466076283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4250056167466076283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4250056167466076283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/04/cards.html' title='Cards'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkyaXZ1rRaU/R8q6XUPWc1I/AAAAAAAAA2I/9B-B7mNa3Pc/s72-c/Get+Well+Soon+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5400375557642055696</id><published>2010-04-14T01:06:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T02:01:29.518+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>The word seemed proper to best describe my feeling right now because I’m officially having my own passport, YAY! After weeks of tears and struggling, blood and persistence, endurance and effort *&lt;b&gt;okay, I’m exaggerating, you should’ve known that&lt;/b&gt;*, that blasted small insignificant nothing-too-extraordinaire green book finally arrived at my hand. And it only cost me 275.000 IDR plus transportation cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making your own passport by yourself only took a moment of clarity that this /cannot/ be done unless there’s a marvelous collaboration between you yourself and the office you work for. That means, you have to take an annual leave (or sick leave, anything that suit your ethics) just to ensure that you can join hundreds of other innocent soul waiting in that damn queue. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the price of not using any helpful-yet-expensive assistant (read: CALO) is the honor of sitting (or standing, whichever preferable) in that hot and damp and there-is-TV-but-no-sound-came-out-of-it room. The immigration office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally speaking, I went there four times. First time I arrived at 7.30 am in the morning and the office is not even opened yet, but my oh my, there’s bunch of people queuing already, God bless their soul. Shocked, I asked bravely to one of the seemed-nice lady that was holding a yellow map, inquired where one could get the exact map and form. She pointed out the way and I bought the map for 5000 IDR *nice trick, the form is free but the map surely not*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started to fill the form intensely as I totally forgot (or, well let’s face it, have no idea) about my ma’s and pa’s date of birth. Oh My Goat! Now there’s some critical information that you guys should definitely remember next time you fill in some immigration form. Hence, I stepped back and passed that question. From there, it got even more difficult. The date that my ID got released? Oh no, where should I look for it? That ID card has just been renewed and obviously the expiry date is my next birthday in 2015, but that only meant the release date was supposed to be my birthday this year. Things got complicated (at least in my head =_=) since my birthday is still in another 4 months. Hence, the date will not be valid. What should I do??? What should I do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensing my anxiety, one of the officer came to my rescue, thank God. I said coyly that there’s no such thing as 'Release Date' in my ID card. He stared at me like I was sum kind of ET came from out of nowhere, and simply took out his own ID. So there we were, staring at each other's ID card like some moron, and then he said, “Nih, punya saya ada." I was so embarrassed, huhuhuhuhu, so I showed my dignity by insisting that there is no such thing in my card. In the end, he simply gave up and said, "You made it up yourself lah." Ha! But then he asked something so freakin important that it felt like a cold water being thrown at my face, “Mbak, udah ambil nomor antrian?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JRENG JRENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent like half an hour to complete that blasted form without even thinking that the queue line could actually getting longer. I rushed up to the ticket counter and yes, I got the number 414. Numb-minded, I walked to a chair and right at that moment, the immigration office was officially opened and they yelled “Three-Zero-Zero”. Hmm, at least the starting point was not ONE, for God’s sake. So I waited there patiently, and the next half hour, the line was progressing tremendously to number Three-Zero-Three… SERIOUSLY???? I packed my bag and called a cab to head to my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how I ended up going there 4 times. I was sooo not going to wait there while there’s bunch of work-to-do waiting for me in my desk, and yes, I blamed my naïve innocent mind that thought the whole immigration thing won’t take more than two hours if I arrived early. And I was not well-prepared anyway since I still had to wait my mom’s reply, telling me the date of her birth. Chaotic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next working day, I got lucky. The ticket number in my hand showed 303 (progress!) and the line was already at 219. Impressive, considering that I arrived a lot later than the first day. 8.30 am. Ha-ha! In the end, I only got to wait exactly three hours till I gave them my papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During waiting, I noticed some of the high-end-mum trying to process her family’s passport, some of the they-tawt-they’re-celebrity waiting impatiently in front of each teller (like it would help), and ‘fcourse.. the helpful-assistants were everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue during photo-shoot was even more interesting. Hahahaha, since I glimpsed  upon some cutey highschool boys, or college student, or even anak2 bule cowo.. hohohoho, menyenangkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, the thing you need to prepare (based on my own experience AND the announcement while I was waiting in queue):&lt;br /&gt;- Bring copy of your ID Card (KTP), latest certificate from the university (Ijazah Kuliah), certificate of birth (Akte Lahir), certificate of your household (err, KK) and the recommendation letter from your company directed to the complete name of Immigration Office you’re applying to (i.e. Kantor Imigrasi Jakarta Barat, etc), along with the original version. No original paper no deal;&lt;br /&gt;- Ensure that your ID Card and Kartu Keluarga is not expired (seriously, they announced it loudly!);&lt;br /&gt;- Ensure that your ID Card and Kartu Keluarga belong to the same area;&lt;br /&gt;- Ensure that you put your name in the form (=______=);&lt;br /&gt;- In the photo-shoot session, ensure that you bring the money;&lt;br /&gt;- Bring some books to read, MP3 player to listen to (but not too loud since you might missed your number and then you gotta start it again); and&lt;br /&gt;- Arrive before 11 am since the queue ticket will automatically shut-down at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it and good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-5400375557642055696?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5400375557642055696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5400375557642055696&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5400375557642055696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5400375557642055696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/04/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3223664999436681335</id><published>2010-03-13T10:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:33:18.467+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Oscar and Biggie Movies</title><content type='html'>People said pictures worth a thousand words, so what would be better than a bunch of interesting art-defined pictures taken by New York Times to describe my contented movie-watching experience this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/S5sCTZZzSsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/V-IGMsnuKf4/s320/1-769358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447950706494622402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar. One big fantasy movie with detailed art graphic and marvelous creature. The plot line was so-so, but I figured they deserved the recognition. Sam Worthington transformed in this movie, I hardly recognized him once he changed his hairstyle over and over again. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/S5sCTq4cQBI/AAAAAAAAAII/uUof6jztJso/s320/2-770619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447950711186538514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up In The Air.  Sweet movie! Love the effortless act of George Clooney in this one, especially when his shot was up-close in the picture, great face line, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/S5sCUOHBq4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/73TK3u8NOto/s320/3-772937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447950720642952066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blind Side. Anyone had this one yet? I searched for it like crazy since like 5 months ago but til now I haven't go it... yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/S5sCVIHj4fI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EwY1dNI1dXY/s320/6-776200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447950736214450674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inglorious Basterd. Yay, this guy won the Oscar. So happy for him, my all-time favorite for bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/S5sCVT3G8NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/64DMz_Oj_fg/s320/7-777203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447950739366670546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers. Again, I haven't got my hand on this one T_T Why is it movies I looked for since half years ago suddenly hard to find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/S5sCVlDjC5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/BZBxsv_i9ko/s320/8-778810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447950743982246802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine. A performance I have not got the chance to see, but really look forward to. I always such a sucker for musical performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/S5sCV1AsabI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LXJkDgNSpJg/s320/9-779795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447950748265245106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invictus. Aaaargh, really.. seriously, I haven't got this one out yet too =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/S5sCWY_E04I/AAAAAAAAAJI/t98aUvTgmgk/s320/10-781739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447950757922132866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hangover. Light comedy and hilarious coincidence with all those drunkards people. But I had fun time watching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3223664999436681335?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3223664999436681335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3223664999436681335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3223664999436681335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3223664999436681335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/03/ny-times.html' title='Oscar and Biggie Movies'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/S5sCTZZzSsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/V-IGMsnuKf4/s72-c/1-769358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-297211589075951445</id><published>2010-02-20T18:44:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:34:45.797+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>City Hall (review timeeee)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 224px;" src="http://i679.photobucket.com/albums/vv152/DBCityHall/Ep16/00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've mentioned in the previous post, I'm in love with this series. Why? Well, there's a couple of reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It featured GREAT chemistry between Cha Seung-won and Kim Sun-Ah, or maybe like what my friend once said, "You could actually hold your breath from seeing those characters exchange something as simple as a glance". Great chemistry as in deep love chemistry, not teenager love-story chemistry kind of thing. Great chemistry as in even in real life, you'd enjoy seeing them interact cause they're both so endearing to each other. Great chemistry as in it's about the dreamer vs the realist, what would be better? Great chemistry as in each dialogue, each expression, you could and would feel what they think without them actually saying it, without any third party voices sounding from out of nowhere. Even their eyes can speak, if I must say. Great chemistry as in they could both still behave as fools fell in love, even in their thirties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It has no insignificant side plot. Even I got to admit, I love the entire side plot. Whether it's about political play between The Big Brother and Deputy Mayor, the cold-yet-funny marriage relationship between Deputy Director and City Council, the continuously election scenes, or even the heart-warming friendship between the Lady Mayor and her Family Planning Biro Director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It has lovable antagonist character. I didn't mean lovable as in I like them and I want to be their friend, but lovable as in they're stick to their character, not with over-the-top acting and expression (i.e. eyes bulging out). Even the bad guys has soft side, so I'm helplessly fall into their charm, whether it's BB, Joo Min-Hwa the City Council, Go Go-Hae the fiancé, gyaaah, I like them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The plot is addicting. Watching it is like riding a roller-coaster. Even within one episode, you'd go from teary eye to laughing your ass out. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The kiss scene /is/ good. ‘nuff said ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The soundtrack is amazing, always well-placed and not annoyingly and gruesomely boring (for its repetition). Its lyric is gorgeous (as always) and they at all times matched the scenes (or even better, some scene would seems like fresh out of some video music clip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You'd have three eye candies in one movie (Jo Gook, Soo In, and Lee Jung-Do). Ah, bless the PD for casting delightful and charming actors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 154px; height: 240px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/event/2009/cityhallpc4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 148px; height: 240px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/event/2009/cityhallpc13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 141px; height: 239px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/event/2009/cityhallpc9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The dialogue and the quotes, for all time will be tremendously captivating. The hottest place in hell will be reserved for those, at times of great crisis, remain neutral. Tsk tsk. Very-very catchy quote from Dante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there will be no word describing how infatuated I am to this series, so the only line I'd say is I'm grateful I'm watching "You're Beautiful" first. Hahahahahaha, considering that I also enjoyed that one, I might have been taken aback at how childish and ridiculous the YB's plot is given that I watched City Hall first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the review, City Hall is a political drama (or at least the major plot of it is political) about one guy, Jo Gook, determined to climb the ladder to the highest position in Korea (the Blue House, similar with White House in US). He bowled over the fact that the scheme his role model (BB, a.k.a. Big Brother, the man behind the presidency candidate) had for him was not align with his wish. Instead of putting Jo Gook in provincial election level, BB put him in one small insignificant city called Inju City whose citizen is not even that interested in politic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Gook represented the entire passionate politician, I mean even his breathing and talking is all politic. He's manipulative (but not in cunning manner) and full of schemes, with standard fake public laugh and all small talks that politician has. Seriously, if he hadn't got that tall genes and sexy voice and lazy puppy eyes, I'd smack him with one brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in Inju City, there's one woman, Shin Mi-Rae, who works in City Hall for the Mayor as one of his secretaries, devoted to remain neutral and not-sided to anyone, even to her mom or dad. She hates to vote and even more reluctant to get involve in politic. She chose to focus on her task instead, which is making great coffee for everyone in City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty simple for Shin Mi-Rae. Should she ever getting caught in a middle of a brief political play (say, discussion over who wants to eat where), she'd chose to step back and follow the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin Mi-Rae practically represented the ignorant people in the world, including me. The politic is way too high for her to grasp, and she might be the happiest person in earth when the Non-Aligned Movement was formed. She's so simple that she stumbled into political play when she needs money. ‘fcouse, what else would lure someone out of their nest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, when the two different people from two different worlds met, what would happen? Aaaaah, suki desu…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-297211589075951445?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/297211589075951445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=297211589075951445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/297211589075951445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/297211589075951445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/02/city-hall-review-timeeee.html' title='City Hall (review timeeee)'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i679.photobucket.com/albums/vv152/DBCityHall/Ep16/th_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-4185519008736890558</id><published>2010-02-07T12:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:26:52.320+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Foreign Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 157px; height: 225px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/film.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(France)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta admit I didn't expect too much from this movie. Ever since I watched Love Me If You Dare, I expected none less than ambiguous and hard-to-understand movie plot. Like any French movie. So when I saw the first 20 minutes of it, I hate to admit I thought it's a so-so one, UNTIL.. jreng jreng jreng, the plot suddenly took major table-turning. I honestly and literally had my eyes opened since I saw it in office late night waiting for my colleague to wrap up her job, thus it's a lil bit sleepy time. Eiyyy, I like it at instant! You need to saw it, Mademoiselle Audrey Tatou strikes once again. Hehehehe, it's about desperation of one young girl whose love been wasted by some jerk cardiologist doctor. Or so you thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 164px; height: 248px;" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2rr56b4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tidal Wave (Haeundae)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Korea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this one made it into box office in Korea, so I thought what harm could be possibly done by trying to take a peek on it? And regret I not, since it is one memorable movie. Personally I think Haeundae is more terrifying than any other disaster movie (Independence Day, etc) since my country had actually experienced it. So yeah, that's pretty horror to watch, especially when there's a big chance tsunami would occur again some time in the future. My favourite (and might be everyone else's) scene part was Lee Minki's. Boy oh boy, did he can pull some act. I love it, he looked so much different from the character in Dalja Spring (where he would be one cool spare tire) and turned into one dorky life guard who actually sported a good angle in the last minute of his life (err, did I just say a spoiler there?). It's a shame since the one who produced tsunami movie was Korea which in real life didn't get strike from it. Or maybe that's the exact reason why mine didn't make one? Traumatic experience? Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 373px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.follow-me-now.de/assets/images/City_of_God-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City Of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Brazil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An epic story around ultra violent city named City Of God. And it's based on true story. And the real actor played in that movie is only one person (Matheus Nachtergaele, played as Carrot) while the rest of them were handpicked by the director himself. Some others are actually the citizen of City of God, impressive! How on earth could you live in that place? Where shooting and killing and robberies are normal routines and children could easily get their hands on guns? Anyway, the best accomplished acting was gained by Leandro da Hora (played as Lil Ze, the maniac) since in reality he's one calm, quiet and uncomplicated person, but in the movie this person rises as a crazy violent gang shooter boss. Me, predictably, love the Benny character (played by Phellipe Haagensen) the coolest gangster in City of God. He's suave and pretty much resembled the original man in real life. And not mention that he's cute, hahahahahaha, and he's the brother of that Shaggy (the leader of Tender Trio gang) character. No wonder, good genes runs in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I liked from City of God is their quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoods don't love, they lust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoods don't talk, they seduce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoods don't stop, they just take a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 451px; height: 248px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/blogs/carpetbagger/06iwo.span.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letters from Iwo Jima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Japan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this quite some time ago but I couldn't find the time to wrote something about it. Vaguely, I recalled Ken Watanabe's splendid acting and 'fcourse that Ninomiya Kazunari fellow (Poor Prince, Arashi's member). I like the ending, but then again, when did I ever dislike one tragic and sad ending? ;P It took place in World War II, in the great war between US and Japan, from Japanese perspective. Noone had actually liked to be in war, but sometimes the situation forced them to survive. I cringed upon so many scenes (including dog killing, men killing, etc) because basically I hate war. I never get it, if you don't want to be in a war, then don't start one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-4185519008736890558?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/4185519008736890558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=4185519008736890558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4185519008736890558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4185519008736890558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/02/foreign-movies.html' title='Foreign Movies'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/2rr56b4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-1520447863857736617</id><published>2010-02-06T08:00:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:27:06.262+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>The City Hall</title><content type='html'>This is exactly why I'm loving this latest drama material of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 512px; height: 288px;" src="http://i679.photobucket.com/albums/vv152/DBCityHall/04/27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha, so cute.. One not-so-perfect Deputy Mayor, Jo Gook, (played by adorable Cha Seung Won) forced his will upon one poor (but not that foolish) girl, Shin Mi Rae (played by Kim Sam Soon's Kim Sun Ah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it! This drama, well, I'd say is an age appropriate one for all of its witty dialogue and cliche humor senses. The guy is 30-sumtin and the lady is 36-going-on-34.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshingly cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: left;margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 177px; height: 300px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/act/2009/9b/chaseungwon_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Anyway, I just surfed around to find more info about this good-looking actor, Cha Seung Won and apparently he appears more in wide screen than in small screen. Well well well.. ain't he a catcher? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played the North Korean officer in "Into The Gunfire", cast as the revolutionary in "Like the Moon Escaping from Clouds", posed as the desperate detective in thriller movie "Secret", and more in "Libera Me", "My Teacher Mr. Kim", "Blood Rain", "Eye for an Eye, Tooth for a Tooth" Glek! The list seemed endless.. and why haven't I heard of this guy before? Well, maybe because he is one generation above me =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-1520447863857736617?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/1520447863857736617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=1520447863857736617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1520447863857736617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1520447863857736617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/02/city-hall.html' title='The City Hall'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i679.photobucket.com/albums/vv152/DBCityHall/04/th_27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3900406984045135401</id><published>2010-01-31T10:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:09:38.284+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jdorama'/><title type='text'>Japan doramas, ne</title><content type='html'>Several JDoramas I've watched this holiday, and I loved each and every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 352px; height: 198px;" src="http://haisistha.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/proposal2a1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proposal Daisakusen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I am not a big fan of the main couple (&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yamashita_Tomohisa" title="Yamashita Tomohisa"&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Nagasawa_Masami" title="Nagasawa Masami"&gt;Nagasawa Masami&lt;/a&gt;), I think this movie is one of those 'okay' JDoramas. I despise Yamapi's hair in this one (well, how could I not after seeing Code Blue where he wore his hair perfectly?). The plot line is entertaining, even though I got a bit tired after seeing Yamapi said "Hallelujah, chance!" thousand times and more. I still could not get over the fact that the ending was so excruciating I could've kill someone should there be no SP episode for that one. Geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oddly, I think Yamapi's look enhanced dramatically in that SP episode, suddenly he looked nice. Weird, since I don't think he's that gorgeus in the previous 11 episodes. Little that I know that the SP episode took a year after the original episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c-i-HOhW5Q/SY2qmWnOa7I/AAAAAAAABJA/Fq3K_UoYiA0/s400/Love-Shuffle-banner2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Shuffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ojiro-sama character was perfect! I can not get over the dramatical change &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Matsuda_Shota" title="Matsuda Shota"&gt;Matsuda Shota&lt;/a&gt; got after Hanayori Dango and several other movies. I like him here better! And I adore the photo he made, black and white photo series is always nice to have, don't you think? His partner, &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Yoshitaka_Yuriko" title="Yoshitaka Yuriko"&gt;Yoshitaka Yuriko&lt;/a&gt;, has this unique tone of voice, and I instantly recognized her from that Taiyou movie. Yay for me! I just adore this couple. &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Tamaki_Hiroshi" title="Tamaki Hiroshi"&gt;Tamaki Hiroshi&lt;/a&gt; senpai is also there, by the way, getting thinner and thinner. The jaw is still manly but I do honestly think he needs to eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://hita_ga_daisuki.blogs.friendster.com/dphkrm/images/orange_days5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmm.... &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Eita" title="Eita"&gt;Eita&lt;/a&gt;'s younger days! This movie reminds me of that 'Pelangi di Matamu' movie once played in my country. I actually attracted to the main character (which is rare occassion) whose name is &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Tsumabuki_Satoshi" title="Tsumabuki Satoshi"&gt;Tsumabuki Satoshi&lt;/a&gt;. Ah, too bad I didn't see him often in any other doramas. Anyway, Orange Days is one of the first sign-language-streak-movies that I've seen. After that, came House (episode 23 season 5), and uhm, yeah many others. I cannot recall. Hehehehehehehe. Orange Days is also my main inspiration to go see sunrise on a beach (well, actually it was Love Shuffle but overall it's the same scene).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 500px; height: 284px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1088/1008444509_9d58ae03d1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cute couple! After seeing Proposal Daisakusen, I totally forgot who played the Yuki Akio sensei character. Fufufufu, silly me, it's 'fcourse the adorable &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hiraoka_Yuta" title="Hiraoka Yuta"&gt;Hiraoka Yuta&lt;/a&gt; who played Mikio in Proposal Daisakusen. Not only that, I didn't even recognize the heroine in that dorama. Jreng jreng! It's &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Inoue_Mao" title="Inoue Mao"&gt;Inoue Mao&lt;/a&gt; from Hanayori Dango, ne! How on earth could I possibly not remember her? Duh! Anyway, I love this couple, better than the &lt;insert the="" hanadan="" couple="" s="" name="" here=""&gt;. I adore her hairstyle and nail art. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 294px; height: 205px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d158/blizzardcrush/TtUnK.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taiyo to Umi no Kyoshitsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A homeroom on the beachside, per se. I like the overall plot of this Yuji Oda's movie, eventhough it reminded me a bit more of Conan Meitantei's character (you know, that classic gesture). I recalled so many Hanakimi's actors in this doramas (well, maybe not that many, only two actually) but same-same for me lah. The story, in my humble opinion, got dragged a bit, and too easy in guessing the plot. I mean, if "I lost one of my best friend in that summer" line didn't give you a hunch of what the scene will turn out to be, then you gotta be a complete moron. 'Fcourse someone would die, duh! Thus, I kind of lost my interest of watching after that blasted line. But it turned out to be sad episode anyway, so I liked it again. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://img1.cdn.crunchyroll.com/i/spire3/09242008/2/b/5/a/2b5a80a41cd2e0_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0; width: 164px; height: 233px;" src="http://laurychan.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/great_teacher_onizuka_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;width: 300px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.electrical-res.com/EX/10-18-11/Buzzer-Beat-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on my list is Ryusei no Kizuna, Buzzer Beat and GTO (I know, it's ages for GTO, but what can I say? I'm aged!). Let's cross the fingers and hope that they're good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3900406984045135401?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3900406984045135401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3900406984045135401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3900406984045135401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3900406984045135401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/01/japan-doramas-ne.html' title='Japan doramas, ne'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3c-i-HOhW5Q/SY2qmWnOa7I/AAAAAAAABJA/Fq3K_UoYiA0/s72-c/Love-Shuffle-banner2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-8900550727007058774</id><published>2010-01-02T19:46:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:55:28.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganteng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><title type='text'>Donghae</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sz9AZsF3tiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ofmwdDIkdXM/s200/Donghae+suju.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422123286454056482" border="0" /&gt;This post is dedicated to the only member I adore in my favorite band who seems to be getting older and hence no longer suitable for my pedophile's taste =_= Hahahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ookay, first of all I know how ridiculous this might seems but in my youthful days *halaaah*, I actually adore this little creature (who is now not so little anymore T_T). His name is Lee Donghae, the member of Super Junior whose actual talent is dancing. I mean it, he can dance better than anyone despite his girlie cutie look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all members, I still could not distinguish his voice whatsoever, hahahaha. I'm really sorry, Mister, but you do really have soft-yet-indistinguishable voice. He pronounced 's' as 'sh', 't' as 'ts' in any English word he spoke. Seriously, this guy is cute. For example, "You are my everything" will be heard as "You are my everysching",etc. But still I could not despise this young man (which is weird since I do have zero tolerance with people pronouncing English in a wrong way, including myself, thus I seldom using it in daily conversation ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay, day after day I kept everything logged about him (er..), his CF's, his live performances, his reality shows (which honestly there is nothing special about his attitude other than being so quiet and only get along with non-stranger people), and et cetera et cetera, I realized this guy is growing old (duh, you think?). He has reached the age in which the youth innocence slowly disappeared from his look. So, I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him in Infinitely Yours, Seoul commercial and I'm sad. He's gettin old. Why oh why??? He still got the adorable jaw and stuff but I could see clearly that he's being more mature (not that is a bad thing) but I'm still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think this confirmed my pedophile's taste, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donghae-ne.. you will always looked like Ariel Peter Pan in my eyes. Hahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sz9Eb6xfNZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PfbSm3pgfC4/s200/spao-xmas-16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422127722801345938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-8900550727007058774?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/8900550727007058774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=8900550727007058774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8900550727007058774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8900550727007058774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/01/donghae.html' title='Donghae'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sz9AZsF3tiI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ofmwdDIkdXM/s72-c/Donghae+suju.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-4538136916646220800</id><published>2010-01-02T13:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:26:14.084+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>I always want to write a book</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sz8RFJZ-ifI/AAAAAAAAAHY/w8x9JNPk--k/s200/The_Book_by_colorrrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422071256499259890" border="0" /&gt;I always want to write a book. For years. But I did some zero progression upon that dream. Ha-ha! I think the most obvious obstacle is that I dun have the talent. I read some of my writings and yeah, they suck. I re-read some pieces that I made years back and they suck. I even tried to edit my former working masterpiece (right, as if) yet after I took a glance upon it a while ago, it sucks. Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never gave up on that one dream. It’s only that one dream that I constantly have in my life. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as it is me whom I’m talking about, there is clearly one pretty shallow motivation as to why I want to write a book. It’s the same thing like when I want to have a new mobile phone, it’s not because I desperately need one GSM phone but because I missed hearing ringtone on my phone T_T Dudes, seriously I missed customizing my ringtone (and message tone, come to think of it) as I wished. I love that very part from having a phone. To acknowledge people’s reaction every time someone called me. To know that people actually curious about the song that I picked as my tone. To be able to hear music when I got back home. And to avoid loneliness of being live alone, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I chose Michael Giacchino’s La Festin as my tone right now since I fell in love with that song ever since I heard it in Ratatouille. Okeh, ngga penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, back to writing book stuff. The pretty shallow reason as to why I want to write one is… because I’d love to think what I would write on Thank You Page! You know, the one where they wrote cool stuff about people that has been working hard (or as simple as being there) when the book was made? I like reading those pages on every book I bought, and thus I really-really want to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I thought, since the progress is nowhere to be seen, why don’t I try to make one instead? The Thank You page, not the book, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hihihihihi... jadi malu) =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ookay… not in any particular order whatsoever:&lt;br /&gt;- to A, the only person I could actually fight with no regards of being un-friend. I can argue with you anytime I want and be stubborn as hell (likewise, actually) yet could still call you few days after just to talk about trivial things. We even calculated the physics formula of a car being actually drowned in a basement. Geez! At 2 am in the morning, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to B, the darkest yet brightest male I ever encountered. My drinking friend, my countable person when I’m bored and in need of someone to say something minor insignificant remark, my get-a-go buddy (moronic impulsive trip to Puncak in the middle of the night), my food compass and general knowledge dictionary. Thank you for all of those unimportant text messages. You are truly adorable moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to C, the person whom I always regarded as the most opportune girl ever. The one that could always give the right advice and opinion about anything even though she’s years younger than me. The one whose taste affected me in any way possible, started from movies, books, clothes, music, and so on. The only person that I will continuously envied. Thank you for being there, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to D, E and F, for giving me chance to stay young. Hahahahahaha. We did some extraordinaire stuff together, and I finally experienced a whole other world beside those geeky stuffs. Pool accident, midnite movies, wedding crashing, shopping spree and trip to places we have yet visited but always envisioned within our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to G, once an annoying roommate for she’s happened to be an even lazier a person than I am. I mean, is that even possible? Thank you for the extra effort to befriend me even if I’m so callous at times. I really enjoyed it when we’re doing crazy hunting upon those Korean matters. So ABG!!! Aw, aw, aw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to H, my long lost high school buddies. To know that we’re not even that close in high school kind of startled me as to why we’re so easy on this friendship thingie. “Eits, aku yang campakkan dia duluan. Lagian, kenalkan suamiku yang baru, Yuki Jutta.” What the???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to J, once my teammate, always my teammate. Literally. Hahahahahaha! Sorry I drag you into this dirty business world, but we do have our up and down times, rite? The only person I could shot my temper without holding back whatsoever, how many times did we actually argue upon one bloody flowchart? Hahahahaha. Scarily, fighting with you is one of my interesting moments in office. People failed to notice me as the temperamental bitch since you bark louder than I do ;P And longer, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to K, whose place is the second most often I crashed into. Our pulang-kampung trip together will never cease to make me smile. Su casa /is/ mi casa ;P Our golden years back in college is very tempting to revive again, huh? Years with no worries. Only photo box and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to L, the only male I ever actually said that cheesy line, “Lu liat bintang yang ada di langit? Kita ngeliat bintang yang sama lho.” Mein Gott, blasted teen hormones. Thank you for our late night phone calls, for being the most tarik-able person regarding old pal reunion, for our bus trip to Tuk-tuk . No matter wherever you are, either up on the mountain or down in the sea, either single or not-available, either gondrong or botak gundul, you are and will always be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to M, for having the life I have always wanted, married young and have gorgeous babies. We will always meet each other after a while, and yet, still have no obligation to do ‘basa-basi-report’ whatever happened to us. We will resume our relationship as if the whole thing was only being paused. Thank you for those porn books, hahahahahahaha. Damn, you ruin my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to N, the person I will miss dearly once you decided to stay abroad. My precious friend who always thinks that he’s not as good as he really is. The most troubled young guy I ever come across for his life philosophy is to consider and consider again. Thank you for our clash back then, for I would never realized that you are indeed one of my important person had it not happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to O, for making it all possible. You are my sparring partner in arguing and gossiping and simply talking. Thank you for giving birth to me. I might not be the best daughter possible but you are the best mom ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to P, whom I abandoned in quite some time. I’m sorry I didn’t celebrate your birthday in a proper way but I do, I really do love you. But I think it is going to take a while for me to get there. Please spare me time to look for I really want, and thank you for simply let me living my life happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to Q, the one who actually taken care of me when I’m in need, even though she’s supposed to be the one to be taken care of. I enjoyed our long-last conversation and the reminiscence of our blasted childhood. I miss you dearly and hopefully we could spend our old days walking on splendid ground in Paris, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-4538136916646220800?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/4538136916646220800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=4538136916646220800&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4538136916646220800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4538136916646220800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-always-want-to-write-book.html' title='I always want to write a book'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sz8RFJZ-ifI/AAAAAAAAAHY/w8x9JNPk--k/s72-c/The_Book_by_colorrrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3379175334434141000</id><published>2010-01-02T12:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:50:18.447+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='western series'/><title type='text'>Whoops..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/news/090831/gossip-girl-240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only watched Gossip Girl season 3 for like only 10 episodes, and I went, "Ooof!" seeing how drastically changed each cast was. Dan Humphrey with his well-toned body, hullo? He's like this hunk emerged out of nowhere, and where the heck did the skinny-lumpy highschoolish boy go? Suddenly, he's hot! That's weird! I never like Dan's character, ever, but now I'm seriously considering changing my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Bass - Blair Waldorf, well, this two has always been my favourite, but I gotta admit, I forgot how season 2 ended. So I was a bit confused when they're both settled up as a couple. At first, it was weird, but I'm loving each and every second of the scene after Chuck said something adorable to Blair, "Everytime you forget you're Blair Waldorf, just remember, I'm Chuck Bass, and I love you." Aaaaw... I actually squealed in my seat. Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena Van Der Woodsen. Well, I'm a bit tired of this character, honestly. I think it's because she reminded me of myself (er, sounds very wrong). I meant in a way that she kept looking for who she realy was. The idea of finding your identity whilst in the same time couldn't make up your mind about something is really annoying. And that's me. I mean, I've been there. It is one thing to experience it by yourself, but to have to see a movie about it, it's a whole different kind of mojo. Anyway, my interest for Serena came right back on after she's having relationship with Carter Baizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have no idea who this Baizen guy is. I mean, I knew in season 1 and 2, he's supposed to be the archenemies of Chuck Bass but what the hell did he do anyway? I never seen him enough to determine what his character is. BUT after he's got involved with Serena (and especially after the wood scene where he was left alone by Serena, feeling dumb and naive), I liked him! And that's where I think Serena's character is lighten up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 500px; height: 456px;" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktsv9iJLAN1qzcqvlo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, who did I left out? Ha, Nate Archibald. I /hate/ his hairstyle at the first episode, but then I found my long-lost-love with this guy after episode 4 where he teased Dan Humphrey into getting to know an actress named Olivia Burke. Ooh, Nate, I loved your adorable lil smile. *sue me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Hillary Duff in Gossip Girl? What do you think about it? Me personally, I think it's lame. The only good thing about Gossip Girl is how they used new talent as their cast. Well, okay, maybe Blake Lively and Leighton Meester can not actually be considered as new talent since they've played in other series, but I think before Gossip Girl, they haven't settled their firm feet in the biz yet. But Hillary Duff? Everybody knows who she is (okay, everybody who's teen and beyond knew who she is), so why can't they find another talented refreshing young actress to fill in as Olivia Burke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that her acting skill sucks, no, I just eager to see new faces. Gimme new refreshing faces and talents and characters!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3379175334434141000?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3379175334434141000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3379175334434141000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3379175334434141000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3379175334434141000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2010/01/whoops.html' title='Whoops..'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-1598104045819758195</id><published>2009-12-09T13:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:47:55.749+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Shopping spree</title><content type='html'>It’s funny how my life divided into two major pieces; one belongs to drama series and the other fits in this shopping-spree scandal. This is crazy, every time I put my hand into any sum of money, I can’t stop thinking what to buy and what to have. Mostly clothes and shoes, though. Or handbags, occasionally. But the main point is I can’t help it. So, during this difficult moment of the month (also known as counting days till salary payment), it’s actually fun to browse into online-shopping websites. I used to surf into ebay but alas, I forgot the account password. How dumb! So, thanks to my inner circle friend who kind of remind me (read: brought me back into the dark path) of the guilty-pleasure of shopping, she introduced another site to browse. And heck, I’m still into coat. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121179291582418" height="246" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FCFnRf9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/YheH3vzDOF0/s320/6733-1w-788950.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is actually her choice, but I find it also cute. And simple. And black. And yes there are others that caught my intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website itself called something similar with mudcloth (God knows why) but the collection is not that bad. Mostly I attracted with their coat and outer wear, but the price, holy cow... pretty tense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t afford it. At all. So that’s partly why I’m happy to browse. Hahahahahahaha. Having sure that I won’t touch my piggybank in order to purchase some of them is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121186657582418" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FChDdvVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xkLsr2OfWXo/s320/9465-1-790570.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121193719200498" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FC7XFevI/AAAAAAAAAFw/60R96F04laM/s320/9465-2-791882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, eh? I’m not really sure this fits into my style but I enjoy seeing the model. Sigh, if only I acquired some thin arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the other piece that most likely influence my nowadays days is Korean drama series. Yay, after months of watching Criminal Minds, Supernatural, Heroes, The Mentalist, etc, etc, finally I could get my hands into some moronic series which is actually entertaining. And it’s called ‘You’re Beautiful’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a quick definition, I would pick, er, the combination between Coffee Prince and ‘Boys over Flowers’. ‘Coffee Prince’ since there is transgender issue that needs to be solved, and ‘Boys over Flowers’ since there are mainly four boys in there. That’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario is totally moronic, with some pieces of turn tabling scenes which caused the lack of breath for a while. Seriously, this is truly amusing. If only you could look past into the unfit reality (i.e. how the heck someone so obviously girlie such as Park Shin Hye could be mistaken as a boy), you certainly could absorb the whole idea of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about a band named A.N.JELL (later on they actually held a mini concert under the same band name, how cute!) which introducing a new member. This new member sometimes reminds me of Henry from Super Junior-M whose face is so angelic and might have been mistaken as a girl only if he kept his mouth shut. Maybe that’s what people are feeling about this character that Park Shin Hye played. And fyi, I loved her hair. I’m obsessed of having that kind of hair. So cute and not overly manly. I love it especially when it’s curly. Gyaaaah!!!! *obsession shrieking out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121200850282578" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FDV7RKFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Rh7UYZG5wHU/s320/a-793388.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121204879927490" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FDk8AqMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/r-9L3rVOdz0/s320/b-794494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121210671259906" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FD6gxYQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OiGA9prc6yQ/s320/c-795904.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121218624665506" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FEYJAt6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BiR3LAgW-rw/s320/d-797135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny, after downloading several pictures of this movie, I found myself not infatuated by only one character of the movie (i.e. when I watched Meteor Garden where I was constantly fanatical for Lei’s character, and hell with Tao Ming Tse, or when I watched Criminal Mind, I hopelessly love Reid’s character, or like when I watched Veronica Mars, I chose Logan over anyone), nope, this one affected me equally over the whole member cast. I loved ‘em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121223303392386" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FEpkgbII/AAAAAAAAAGY/cf5i57Cz9SM/s320/e-798209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Shin Hye with her cute loving character, Go Minam. Other than her hair and her clothing style, I also found myself engrossed with her character’s dilemma more and more. She’s such an honest character, naïve and so adorable. Even her awkwardness towards love felt so cute to me. Nun-in-training, hah! I love this expression of her; I think this one represent her character the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121227886767474" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FE6pRLXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/l7NYZ-hy1mw/s320/f-799067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Geun Suk, with his infamous character, Hwang Taekyung. Not a typical Tao Ming Tse (thank God for that, I had enough with Gu Jun Pyo’s fever among teenagers a while ago, euh!). His character is the center of its moronic plot altogether. Every time this guy showed up, you’ll never now whether the next scene will be in serious tone or in moronic one. Love this picture of him, it suits him the most, you self-center prick =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121233523322962" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FFPpIMFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/l4QBp_2zAX8/s320/g-700026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung Hwa Young, with his passive loner lover character, Shin Woo-hyung. This character represents the romance air from the drama. He’s supposed to be /the/ most romantic guy ever but I kind of think he got carried away a bit. Please, he took some pretty serious long time to confess. He might have had fat chance of getting the girl if only he said it sooner. Yeah, well, this picture me-likey. His hair especially (hahahahaha, I’m such a hair-freak!). His expression will go from this state to a slight movement of a smile on his lips to a bit of eyebrow raising (in other word, yes, he is /that/ expressionless).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121237271795522" height="283" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FFdm1V0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/pzaQUcyFmEM/s320/h-701004.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121241424580882" height="282" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FFtE70RI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h5Hy78Ram9w/s320/i-702292.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121245664127138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FF83uKKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BM0oeSCS4t4/s320/j-703214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last but obviously not least one, Lee Hong Ki with his adorable fun-loving character, Jeremy. Ah, I had difficult time to choose which picture suits him the most, since I do believe this character is not as shallow as everyone would think. He’s not that typical clown character in a movie, and I actually loved the scene where he confessed =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121248116861858" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FGGAf66I/AAAAAAAAAHI/_Labheu6agA/s320/k-704428.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413121258166890034" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FGrcnLjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vOUfN95OMjQ/s320/l-706554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, priceless. An absolutely Visa moment, I’m telling you, some imagination are worth to watch, especially when it comes from Jeremy’s mind. Yes, picture above is just another example of wild imagination someone’s having during some misunderstanding moment. Moronic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is the culprit that has gotten me into Corby-fixation state. Damn, they all used Samsung Corby’s touch screen phone and I WAAANT the yellow one. In any scene where every phone call was made, they were using Corby, aaargh, but why oh why it gotta be so expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one other thing I loved from this one, they all can sing! Thank God! For you who have spare time to spend, just watch this one. Entertaining, indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-1598104045819758195?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/1598104045819758195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=1598104045819758195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1598104045819758195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1598104045819758195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping spree'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sx9FCFnRf9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/YheH3vzDOF0/s72-c/6733-1w-788950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-8534634849705761134</id><published>2009-12-03T17:36:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:20:15.802+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Milestoney</title><content type='html'>Figures, after all this time I was occupied by my job, I lost sense of my movie-watching-progress. And I mean cinematic movies, not the usual drama-drama. So, after quick skimming on several movie database websites, I gathered this current to-watch list, although the funny thing is I can't quite remember whether I had actually seen the movie or is it just my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Donnie Brasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (simply because I love Depp's movies)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (some says this one is sweet to watch in 2009)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Inglourious Basterds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (some says this one is the best summer movie in 2009)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (again, simply because it's Depp)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember The Titans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Denzel, what else?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deja Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (again, Denzel, what else?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Schindler's List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the plot, intriguing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;The Usual Suspect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I knew I've had this movie sometime in my laptop, but suddenly it's gone, so here we are on the treasure-hunt once again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;City of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (crazy, I've never been able to find the perfect time to watch)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (nyaaah, the plot story is so cute)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;12 Angry Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (A dissenting juror in a murder trial slowly manages to convince the others that the case is not as obviously clear as it seemed in court, yummy!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;American Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (mainly because it was such a big hit and I kind of miss the moment)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;American History X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Edward Norton!!! Miss him a bit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (or widely known as Amelie, French movie, me-likey)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I felt a bit carried out with its weird-sense of plot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;L.A. Confidential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(A shooting at an all night diner is investigated by three LA policemen in their own unique ways, hmm..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reservoir Dogs&lt;/span&gt; (did I or did I not have watched this one?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Prestige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (magician, great!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (seems such a serious movie, need it for refreshing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (epic movie?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Snatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (this one got me in deja vu state, did I or did I not have watched this one?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trainspotting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I'm such a sucker for good 'ol days hits)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Groundhog Day &lt;/span&gt;(comedy, a relief!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (need to update my oldies library)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Twelve Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I honestly have no idea as to why I want to see this one, hahahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/span&gt; (comedy but not that comedy, hmm.. interesting..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Day the Earth Stood Still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (nyaah, this one is pretty risky, since I just want to take a sip at how it feels to watch sci-fi once again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other recommendation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: Someone once said, thou shalt make a list, then thou wish shalt be given.. Wow.. it's true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-8534634849705761134?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/8534634849705761134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=8534634849705761134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8534634849705761134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8534634849705761134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/12/milestoney.html' title='Milestoney'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-8936741251327114606</id><published>2009-11-10T23:34:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:58:47.470+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Bang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><title type='text'>Korean Band</title><content type='html'>Okay, time to indulge my long-lost teenage years once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 330px; height: 382px;" src="http://i397.photobucket.com/albums/pp57/ayoko_epal/Super%20Junior/08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px; height: 384px;" src="http://i397.photobucket.com/albums/pp57/ayoko_epal/Super%20Junior/05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 356px;" src="http://i397.photobucket.com/albums/pp57/ayoko_epal/Super%20Junior/04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 262px; height: 354px;" src="http://i397.photobucket.com/albums/pp57/ayoko_epal/Super%20Junior/02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time I'm obsessed with Super Junior (and yes, I mean /obsessed/ about basically /everything/ about them!), I went from zero to hero with this group, memorized all their names (13 of them), collecting all of their songs (well, maybe after I filtered it first actually), downloading any reality shows featuring all (or part) of them, keep tracking of their improvement (in which I happily announced that they are now much more mature and ngga malu-maluin), gathering every other artists' video clip that featuring one or more of them (I even took that unimportant SNSD clip entitled Kiss Me purely because there's Donghae in it, geez!), and promised myself to someday watch their concert live for whatever it cost (even if I have to fly to Korea, for God's sake)... NOW finally I have alternative source to obsessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe 'obsessed' is a bit much of definition, since I'm pretty sure I will not feeling the same feeling I feel *halaah* towards Super Junior, so maybe I'd used the word 'interested' as in 'want to know more' as in 'eager to look forward for new videos'... and the honor goes to.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among so many Korean boyband these days, just named it, 2PM (with its recent incident), 2AM (with its dorky yet funny leader), SHINee (with err.. I dunno, personally I'm not into this group), SS501 (okay, I actually like this band, they're just lack of attractiveness when performing upbeat song due to the member's lack of dance skill, I much prefer the moronic version videos, though), U-KISS (euh, not my generation), EPIK HIGH (they rock, but I dun get the obsessed feeling, I just love the song), DBSK (brother band of SuJu, but again I dun get the obsessed feeling, I think they're generally too uptight and too image cautious), FT-Island &amp;amp; A’ST1 (seriously, I just know them from OST Boys Over Flower, and it's not like I'm into the movie, so..), and so on and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the girl band, err.. practically I think Korean girlband is just selling their faces. Even if they managed to get famous, it is mainly because of the song, not the singer (as in the case of SNSD a.k.a Girls Generation - Gee song which is booming soon after being released, the song is just catchy, that's all). I like Wondergirls and Jewelry better than SNSD, cause let's face it, SNSD can't sing (let alone performing in live concert). Korean girls who can truly sing would really stand out if they pursue the solo career. BoA and YounHa are just one of those lucky girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just think BIG BANG is much more interesting than the others. Why? I dunno. There are lot of seasoning in this group, good song, great dance, wide music genre, easy listening tracks, and G-Dragon. This member of BIG BANG came into my attention after I noticed how indifferent this guy is. His style is uniquely him, and I like it. Despite all the extra effort to look menace or fiery or else, he's just interesting. He kinda reminded me of Heechul - Super Junior for the eccentricity, but G-Dragon is much more attractive (at least for me). Heechul, well, at first appearance his light might shine brighter than the others but as time goes by, you'll get tired of this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would start looking at other member, the less shining one, and you'd find they are much more fun to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, why am I talking like a psychiatrist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, BIG BANG's video is like rapid movement from nada to yada. They're making nu videos each and every now and then. So intriguing. What is it that they're after? From all of the music videos, I prefer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh My Friend&lt;/span&gt; MV and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirty Cash&lt;/span&gt; MV. And yes, practically I love all of their MVs, it's random, unpredictable, and fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they're not as photogenic as SuJu is (again, my selfish comment, pardon) so it's kinda hard to look for one picture describing the complexity of this band. But I tried my best and here they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; display: block; width: 332px; height: 243px;" src="http://i532.photobucket.com/albums/ee324/GDaddict/0dbf9228d32080_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is G-Dragon? Well, which one is the most weird? (I know they are all weird in this pic, but that's what makes them adorable =_=) The guy on the second right, 'fcourse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-8936741251327114606?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/8936741251327114606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=8936741251327114606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8936741251327114606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8936741251327114606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/11/korean-band.html' title='Korean Band'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i397.photobucket.com/albums/pp57/ayoko_epal/Super%20Junior/th_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-6727306705295029155</id><published>2009-10-23T19:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:09:31.741+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>D.R.E.A.M</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs19/f/2007/256/8/4/Dream_On_by_NaBHaN.png" height="450px" width="273px" align="left" /&gt; Damn, I envy one of my clients. He’s only 24 yet he already became somewhat in Finance Department within one of the well-known logistic companies in the world. Whoa… he’s so damn cool, I mean he even looked like he enjoyed his position, wearing no suit whatsoever, he’s comfortable with his style (which is so damn casual) and he’s happy. After he told me his age with playful tone, “Seriously, I got to be younger than you, so please don’t call me Sir, I’m only 24”, heck! I’m genuinely surprised. My colleague told me he must be one of those who graduate from the Management Training program and successfully having the vast knowledge of Finance Department. Crazy, I want to be like him. Maybe it’s mainly because I long for a casual working environment (but ‘fcourse with willing-to-die-for kind of salary) and yet I gain more knowledge aside from things that I already know, like finance area but minus the headachy calculation. Is it possible, ladies and gentleman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time is pretty much the only time I really envy my client. Never in my life have I envied my client’s job or his office or even their bathroom. For your information, I took it very seriously when it comes to bathroom area. So far, mine is the best, I. Maybe not the freaking trendiest (like the automatically water pouring water tap when you past you hand beneath it, or maybe equipped with auto-dry toilet seat, now that would be cool) but it is most definitely the cleanest, coziest and most unique with its waste tissue being put into the toilet itself and not into trash bin. So cute. Never seen it before. And another bonus point is the cool elevator and lobby room. Hahahaha, I’m so into my elevator and lobby room. They can escalate your self value incase you need to hold a meeting with somebody. Ask anyone who ever been in my office. Too bad the salary is not that good. I mean, it’s good but not that good. You feel me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what was it that I need to say, eh? Oh yeah, it’s dreaming time. I have never seriously considering the idea of having my own business in the future time (not until I am settled and have logical amount of money)… at least, at first. But now, having to think about it over and over, I really-really dig the idea of having my own furniture shop. Yeah, that would be nice. I love reading the interior design magazines and astounded by their wide capacity of styles. I would fill my shop with affordable, practical yet personal designed stuff, with colorful items and bright theme. The design of my own shop will be decided by me and a bunch of trusted crew of mine. And then, I will collaborate with numbers of local carpenters or artisan for providing my items at reasonable price. Hence, I and the local industry will prosper altogether. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alternative is, obviously, having my own clothing line, or maybe my own clothing store. As others always do, I will sell anything that suit my taste and my colleague’s taste (and that would mean the collection will be essentially black or solid dark color) and accessories that is simple yet look adorable. Since I don’t have the gift of fashion sketching, I will surely work together with designers who can satisfy my need (err). I am not going to working solo; instead I will be having partnership with some others who share the same taste or maybe the extension of my taste. Aw, cute. Shoes, boots, coats, army jackets, hooded jackets, black mini dress, blazers, Korean beanies, socks, hand warmer, headband, necklace and bangles will be among my things. Can’t wait for it to happen *excited*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-6727306705295029155?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/6727306705295029155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=6727306705295029155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6727306705295029155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6727306705295029155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream.html' title='D.R.E.A.M'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3350279034264027552</id><published>2009-10-22T22:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:59:26.487+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Gory</title><content type='html'>Ooookay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So couple of weekends ago I managed to watch two thriller movies. The Last House on The Left and Drag Me To Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Last House on The Left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I was so excited about this movie ever since I saw its trailer back when I was a child *halah* It is merely a classic horror movie, only this time the blood spilled not from the victim but from the evil doer. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about one family taking avenge after some criminals raped and shot their daughter. The mom and dad in this movie was so freaking cool, I could barely take my eyes on them since the very start till the very end. Amusing, so many blood spilled it almost filled up my hunger upon this sort of movies. Satisfying! Great job.. It even got a very nice cliche touch at the ending. Wow. From hammer in the head to the shot in one eye, they were all done very well in this movie. Nice special effect, I figure that covered the minimum casts in the movie. Dude, there are only 10 person playing in this one. So cost effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Drag Me To Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3350279034264027552?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3350279034264027552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3350279034264027552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3350279034264027552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3350279034264027552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/10/gory.html' title='Gory'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-703629690374761022</id><published>2009-10-15T15:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:32:29.271+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Hurray</title><content type='html'>There are particularly two movies that I am currently eyeing. First, the infamous best-seller-book, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and secondly, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the reason why, for the first movie, I read the book and I simply love it (except for the last part where she wrote about gold-digging Balinese woman who seemed very ungrateful and greedy, but she blame it on the culture, bleh!). I like the honest writing style of hers and her sense of moronic humour. She refers to Elizabeth Gilbert, the writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, all of those are added with the fact that her character is going to be played by none other than Julia Roberts. Damn lucky woman. Who would've thought your own-character will be played by someone as famous as Mrs. Roberts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, character 'Felipe' - the man she met in Bali, who lived there for over than 5 years - will be played by Javier Bardem. Hellooo? That sexy guy is actually going to visit my country, dude! *grinning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, aside from the fact that I didn't buy the slightest chance that a character as sexy as Bardem living in Bali over than 5 years but still unnoticed and available, I really dig this movie. Hopefully it turned out well. *finger crossed*&lt;/p&gt;Second movie. Yesterday I was told by my friend that there will be a new movie whose casted by so many infamous actors/actresses/artis named Julia Roberts (again), Jessica Alba, Jessica Biel, Bradley Cooper (He's Just Not That Into You), Jennifer Garner, Anne Hathaway, Ashton Kutcher, Jamie Foxx, the cutie Topher Grace (Win a Date with Tad Hamilton), the McDreamy  Patrick Dempsey, the McSteamy Eric Dane, Queen Latifah, Emma Roberts (Nancy Drew), and artist such as Taylor Swift and Joe Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, its genre surely gotta be drama, since the producer might not have enought budget left to afford special effect for any other genre, ain't it so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just hearing about the cast is enuff to make me wait patiently here, surrounded by client's documents and stuff, yearning for car and own apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-703629690374761022?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/703629690374761022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=703629690374761022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/703629690374761022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/703629690374761022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/10/hurray.html' title='Hurray'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-8101442664400784060</id><published>2009-10-05T19:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:01:15.330+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDfySTjMuIk/SrFZwQYTp5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/CtOEOlfS1zE/s400/a0356493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;/ is a title of one of my favorite Korean band, Epik High. Okay, okay, I know some of you might die bored hearing this Korean stuff, but seriously, Epik High is worth listen to. They do creative work in mix-n-matching ballad and hip-hop rap things. Crazily entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band consist of three person, Tablo, Mithra and DJ Tukutz, but mainly I /&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt;/ Tablo. Dunno why  but I got this fetish towards smart guy, or even a guy that /&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked&lt;/span&gt;/ smart =P Tablo graduated from Stanford University majoring in English Literature, hence the yummy sound of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyric is particularly I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who's to blame.&lt;br /&gt;No remedy to cure this pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No remedy to cure this pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz I believe there's nothing there for me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is killing my religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intuition is killing my religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My religion is killing your religion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;religion, your religion.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Myk's Verse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lungs blackened from this filth that I'm breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polluted phrases are the kill of the season.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears bleed and in turn I speak treasons,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weaving through a system that dubs realists as heathens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like the cigarettes I'm 'chained' to,&lt;br /&gt;wicked words can be the devil in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disguise&lt;br /&gt;that thrive off of maiming you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's blaming who?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never are we the ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We point the finger at the skies and the chosen 'son'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All my senses are killing my innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cruel inventions are killing my innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No innocence is killing your innocence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My innocence, your innocence.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tablo's Verse]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on terror.&lt;br /&gt;Computer error.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The east and west coast and the post-consumer era.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mayor, the president. The air, the elements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever's relevant but never look in to your mirror.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want, what you need is to be blameless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't blame the DJ, it's the playlist.&lt;br /&gt;Cause blame is a slutty word.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-planation, ex-ecution, ex-cuse share the same 'ex'.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mithra's Verse]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna know the sinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't wanna know the killer.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television is stalling evolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medication is stalling evolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evolution is stalling revolution.&lt;br /&gt;Evolution, revolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Collaboration, the start of revolution.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decision, the start of revolution.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolution, the start of evolution.&lt;br /&gt;Revolution, evolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blame yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.mediafire.com/?ytfldnmye5j%27"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to download =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-8101442664400784060?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/8101442664400784060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=8101442664400784060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8101442664400784060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8101442664400784060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/10/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uDfySTjMuIk/SrFZwQYTp5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/CtOEOlfS1zE/s72-c/a0356493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3352116997706669182</id><published>2009-08-28T21:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:33:10.166+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Movieeees of August</title><content type='html'>*yawn* How so heavily sleepy I am. Damn the whole conversation about men’s and women’s game last night. After the crazy non-skinny dipping incident yesterday, I thought I may deserve a bit of rest. Anyway, for the sake of my sanity, these were the high note movies that I’ve seen in the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Boy in Stripped Pajama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I watched it with a bit of uninterested mood actually. Since I’ve seen Beautiful Life and many kinds of Nazis movies, I expected this one was no different than the others. It was less dramatic than I thought, and the tragedy was not up to my par, actually. But it got a nice quite ending, no blood spill, though. Too bad. The Boy in Stripped Pajama was about a friendship between German’s Arian and Jews kid. Their world was separated by an electrical fence and different dress code. This odd friendship grew into something else entirely. The End. Still, I loved the prolog note; the world of children is filled with color and music until the reasoning of adultery came, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Oxford Murderer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this movie from a friend of mine. It’s about how math influenced our lives all, including one specific murder case involving a math professor and one talented math student (?). I dunno, I can’t really recall, it’s been weeks since I watched it. Anyway, while I wrote this, I recalled something similar to this movie. Have you seen Galileo the Movie? It’s a Japanese production, and the movie version was so damn impressive. The physics God versus Math genius. Scary movie, since I’ve touched the very subject of logical mathematic when I was in college. To think that someone could bend the theory and applied it into the real world onto his own interest is scary enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Green Mile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a cute movie. I often said, “Aaaw” every time John Coffie character showed up in any scene. Adorable character, really. The Green Mile is about a death row prisoners who were about to face their ultimate punishment, an electric chair. Thus, the prison guards were trained to be one calm persona in order to keep their calm manner intact. Or something like that. It all changes until John Coffie arrived. Wow, what a line, really reminded me of The Shawshanks Redemption, it all changes til Andy Dufraine came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fast and Furious 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a nice refreshing one after a series of serious movies I’ve had. What a freaking lighter theme, with all those muscles and sports cars and races and eventually cutie face of Paul Walker. Hahahahaha. I am one of those people who haven’t watch any Fast and Furious previous series, all three of them. So I think this fourth one is quite nice since I don’t really need to watch the first episode. Ain’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penelope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends of mine told me that it’s not really an interesting movie. But being a big fan of McAvoy myself, I blindly watched every single movies of him, as many as I could. Blame me! This is a story of nowadays fairy tale, about a blue-blood girl who was being cursed to have piggy nose and ears till someone of her own kind loved her for who she really is. The male hero is James McAvoy, and that’s that. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Me If You Dare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! France movie! Love it, love every scene in it, all but the confusing ending. Honestly, I miss this sort of simple plot like this one. Finaaally! Anyway, it's about a boy, Julien, and a girl, Sophie, playing truth or dare (minus the truth) games as long as they could remember. Since the very age of six, and it continued till they got married. Crazy movie, my favourite scene was (spoiler alert) when Sophie dared Julien to hurt her feeling, since there's nothing could ever hurt her feeling, not even when Julien gave her condom when she claimed that she's going to have a lesson practiced with male (with the knowledge that Julien knows she's in love with him). Mantab! Adegannya bikin gue tzziiiiing. Sakit abis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single reviewer that I know told me that this movie is about two Boleyn sisters fighting for the love of one king. I disagree. It's about one greedy and ambitious uncle interfering with his sister's family and practically ruin their future. It's also about one sleazy and pathetic king who can't even figure out his own feeling towards women. (What a moronic king!) And it's also about a sad life of one Boleyn's son named George Boleyn, whose love toward his sisters put him in misery forever. Padahal si George ini so amazingly kind and loveable and adorable and responsible and cute! Bete gue kalo inget endingnya. But this movie is not bad, except for its slow pace of scenes. Kinda tiring but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honetly, there's plenty of others that I have watched, but none worth to review in my humble opinion. Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince, GI Joe: The Rise of Cobra, Persepolis, Vicky Christina Barcelona, A Night in the Museum (oh yeah, warm movie!), etc. See you at the next recap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3352116997706669182?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3352116997706669182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3352116997706669182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3352116997706669182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3352116997706669182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/08/movieeees-of-august.html' title='Movieeees of August'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-4155079681884101097</id><published>2009-08-22T01:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T06:28:41.551+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Fireproof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjA2NjUwNTAyOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjc0MjUyMg@@._V1._SY314_CR15,0,214,314_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 314px;" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjA2NjUwNTAyOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNjc0MjUyMg@@._V1._SY314_CR15,0,214,314_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I haven't told you that you are a good man, you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I haven't told you that I have forgiven you, I have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I haven't told you that I love you, I do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, it's been so long since I wept over movies like this one. Last time I remember, I cried upon Evan Almighty for the very same reason, because I believe something touches me. Something beyond my thought, my conscious, my imagination. It might be God. It might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Fireproof is a movie that has been circled around my office for quite some time, but I didn't get the mood or time to watch it. Then, I found the very same movie in my friend's laptop, and it's kinda startled me. What exactly is this movie all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a mainstream movie, I suppose. You just know it. From the directing, the music theme, the camera angle. Even the plot is quite cheesy. At least that was what I thought at first. It's about two people worked out their marriage. And the father in-law gave the husband a 'love diary', in which he gotta do what's written inside for 40 days. Each day contains a new attitude. How I loved to have the same courage like the husband character did. It's not easy to love unconditionally. God is a damn good example on that. And yes, it's quite a religious movie, a new kind of movie I ever watched, actually.  But none too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quote I really dig on the movie was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="bqstart"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;When a man is trying to win the heart of a woman, he studies her.  He learns her likes, dislikes, habits and hobbies. But after he wins her heart and married her, he often stops learning about her. If the amount he studied her before marriage was equal to highschool degree, he should continue to learn about her until he gains the college degree. A master degree. And ultimately a doctor degree. It is a lifelong journey that draws his heart ever closer to hers.&lt;span class="bqend"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty good concept, indeed. And I do believe that it is not only the husband who should work out the marriage. It's gotta be on both sides. That's exactly why I also love the following quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="bqstart"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Something is changing in you, and I want what happened to you happen to me.&lt;span class="bqend"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaah, too many sweet quotes I loved in this movie =_= Deep movie, deep movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it too late for me to ask you to grow old with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If he is trying to woo you while you're still married, what makes you think he won't do that with someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: What day are you on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: 43.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: *confused* There's only 40.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B: I wished I had to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-4155079681884101097?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/4155079681884101097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=4155079681884101097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4155079681884101097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4155079681884101097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/08/fireproof.html' title='Fireproof'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-4081167208827794391</id><published>2009-08-17T16:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:25:12.214+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Cintaa</title><content type='html'>Pusing gue, tu orang koq bisa lucu abiss... hahahahahahahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~senyamSenyum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-4081167208827794391?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/4081167208827794391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=4081167208827794391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4081167208827794391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4081167208827794391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/08/cintaa.html' title='Cintaa'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-6093726740944039459</id><published>2009-05-27T20:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:44:10.711+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Secret Life Of Bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 307px; height: 239px;" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/896/896576/the-secret-life-of-bees-20080805114329174_640w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I haven't seen a movie for such a long time since I dedicated my savings to watch Harry Potter VI. That's why I only watched it in my laptop instead. And so far there hasn't been anything that actually took my interest, well other than Perfume The Story Of A Murderer, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, when I saw this movie, The Secret Life Of Bees, I was immediately entranced by its delicate plot and cast. Hell yeah, there's Dakota Fanning, but there's also Paul Bettany, Queen Latifah, Jennifer Hudson, Alicia Keys, and even that guy from 90210.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the subtle message it carried on. Even every little thing could use some love, and there's nothing in this world are unlovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet. It's about a girl who, obviously, felt like she's unwanted and wanted to find the solace, the redemption place where she could find the answer, and the peace. She killed her own mother when she was four years old, so those kind of things should be expected nonetheless, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a great movie and I touched by it. Nicely done by Will Smith's production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-6093726740944039459?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/6093726740944039459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=6093726740944039459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6093726740944039459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6093726740944039459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-life-of-bees.html' title='The Secret Life Of Bees'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-6133941142896260896</id><published>2009-05-04T11:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:48:06.895+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Honey And Clover</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 5px; float: left;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sf5zg9Ms6bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f61nRmz6AN8/s320/hnc-783486.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331826018874091954" border="0" /&gt;That's the one most amazing -sugoi- Nihongo series I've ever watched. And I loosely define myself as a quite serious case of a dorama viewer. Out of every Nihongo dorama that I've been watching for so long, Honey and Clover effortlessly grabbed my attention. The plot and directing were excellent, the actors/actresses playing were great; the soundtrack was a marvelous job, and the whole scene&lt;br /&gt;were was -really enjoyable to watch. I laughed and I cry during the whole season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey and Clover was mainly about the friendship between five people, three boys and two girls, in which one of the girls was a newbie to that university. And they studied art, a major I long for quite some time now. How great is that? Anyway, I watch the movie version first, the one that according to my friends was pretty tedious and boring, but not to me. Have no idea why, but even in the movie version, there's something about it that really linked to my life. Or so I thought at that time, considering the movie version /was/ quite plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I knew there's the series version, and furthermore, it was played by one of my favorite actor, Ikuta Toma, I felt none other than astounded. Heck, the series version is much much better than the movie (doesn't mean that the movie version is suck though, did I mention that?). I'm crazy about the tone color they used in that series, totally warm and light, reminds me of spring and autumn in&lt;br /&gt;Japan (I think. Well, it's not like I've been there myself). But yes, they used different tone color than the other series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the most important measure for such doramas to be one of my favorite one is that they gotta have some great lines and quotable dialogue. And as you all might very well know, most of Japan's dorama /obviously/ offered deeper meaning out of something simple within our life, but several of them were working it too hard. Some turned out to be cheesy lines, and some other became such a corny quote. And obviously, it's fairly depressing when you watch that kind of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, some of my favorite quotes are:&lt;br /&gt;:: Energy will transfer to others. So, if there's someone you want to give strength to, it's important for you to be energized first.&lt;br /&gt;Romaya senpai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: I hope you can find what you like to do, Takemoto-kun.&lt;br /&gt;Hanamoto Hagumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: When you take off, it's better to leave with a smile. People want to see you again because of that smile.&lt;br /&gt;Romaya senpai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Until now, I always wondered if there was a point to a failed relationship. I wondered if something which disappears and something that never happened was the same thing. But, now I&lt;br /&gt;understand, that there was a meaning to it. Because I met Hagu-chan, the person I am today, is here now.&lt;br /&gt;Takemoto-kun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: Why do you not want to graduate so much?&lt;br /&gt;Yamada Ayumi&lt;br /&gt;:: When you're a child, didn't you always hate being the first one to go home after playing with your friends? If something big happened when you weren't there, it'll make you feel very depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Morita-san&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: If I fall in love with someone else, I feel like the love I've been feeling up till now were all lies.&lt;br /&gt;Yamada Ayumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta admit, almost every line being mentioned in that series were somewhat meaningful to me. You have no idea how I love it so much, but I did. Very-very recommended series for you who&lt;br /&gt;haven't watched it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Romaya senpai is one of the thoughtful characters in Honey and Clover. At first, I dun get how ridiculous this person is every&lt;br /&gt;time he showed up in one scene. But later on, I actually enjoyed all his worthy quotes. Hehehehe. Can't help it if something just&lt;br /&gt;happened to be interesting while you're watching it, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, a bit of scary feeling colored my day last week. Don't know why, I was somehow reminded of my past adolescence. My youth, a very naive moment yet the most cherished, has someway slipping away from my fingers. Not the age, but more the courage to dream and to hope, or even to plainly plead for childishness. And I got sad. But then, I felt numb. Is it supposed to be like that? As far as growing old matter, people are taught to impose themselves into a more proper manner. Meaning, some of us got to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;something. As for me, I lost my chance to act foolishness. And I regretted it. So much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit that I regretted something out of my life. Ever. I really wished someday I'd be able to proudly say that I have nothing to be regretted for. But then, here comes the very first&lt;br /&gt;thing I'll ever regret for the rest of my life. Not doing one small thing, probably insignificant thing when u saw it from some perspective, could bring the midget hammering my heart, making it&lt;br /&gt;ache. And that sucks. I loathe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. From now on, please just do something whilst you still got the time, dear My. Don't let the second regrettable thing happened to you in any way. Do remember the pang, so that the courage will&lt;br /&gt;be granted upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--  &lt;div&gt; Be Yourself @ mail.com!&lt;br /&gt;Choose From 200+ Email Addresses&lt;br /&gt;Get a &lt;b&gt;Free&lt;/b&gt; Account at &lt;a href="http://www.mail.com/Product.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;www.mail.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-6133941142896260896?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/6133941142896260896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=6133941142896260896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6133941142896260896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/6133941142896260896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/05/honey-and-clover.html' title='Honey And Clover'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/Sf5zg9Ms6bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f61nRmz6AN8/s72-c/hnc-783486.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-618625196241884576</id><published>2009-04-18T13:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:27:08.307+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Movies impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 5px 0pt; float: left; width: 150px; height: 175px;" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/gallery/2004/05/05/troy236723222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Okay, this is so outdated for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Troy &lt;/span&gt;has been in my laptop for like centuries and I just made the effort to watch it recently. Having watched Troy, my first impression (and unfortunately, it lasted) was Paris being such an unimportant character in that Great War between Troy and Greece. For god’s sake, he can't fight, he never killed anyone, he kept boasting about love and honor, and he put his family and nation in danger just because of one unimportant girl. Bikin marah de nontonnya. Such a lousy coward yang mengumbar-ngumbar kata cinta dmana-mana, cih! Thank heavens this character is played by Orlando Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other hand, both character Hector and Achilles were such impressive personas, they made me stay watching it till the end. Yay for Brad Pitt's butt all over the movie =P I mean, we all got to admit, he /is/ one sexy daddy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next, having watch lots of Brad Pitt's movie these days, I need to admit that he is one talented actor. In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burn After Reading&lt;/span&gt;, he played as this moronic well-toned-body gymnast who might be (I dare to assume) having a lil bit challenge. His brain, I mean. He made me laugh, actually, for the character was played nicely as a cute-yet-dumb muscle-with-no-brain young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 5px 0pt; float: left; width: 240px; height: 129px;" src="http://striderdemme.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/burn_after_reading.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Burn After Reading itself, in my humble opinion, is another non-essential movie material who has no meaning. I didn't mean it in a bad way; I meant it in a worse way. Maybe that's the ideology of movie, I dunno, but still, Burn After Reading was less bad than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We move onto the next one, Seven Pounds. This is Will Smith's pretty latest movie I watched after Hancock and Pursuit of Happiness. I don't like it. Its total rubbish and so boring for like 90% of the time. It's predictable, which I hate. It's too determined to be a sad movie, which I hate. And it's out of the context, again, which I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a lot better for a story about a man who needs to redeem himself. Dun get it, dun like it, not even moved by it. Why wasting your life just because you want to have a peaceful mind? Hate suicidal theme, especially those Harakiri Japanese's style, even if you have to take your life out, at least take another life of your enemy with you. Geez! And him, why should he kill himself? Let nature take control and all you have to do is sign up on those donor program or sumtin. Who is that girl? Did she worth the life more than him? No! Whose fool decision is that? Even writing the review of this film made me mad. I prefer Australia a lot lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 5px 0pt; float: left; width: 163px; height: 137px;" src="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/2008-11-21-AustraliaMovie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; Now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;, a Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman's duet. I always wondered why Nicole (almost) always got paired with a hunk. Hahahaha, love her cliché character. That woman, Mrs. Boss, reminds me of Scarlett O'Hara type of girl, so ladylike despite the circumstances. The conflict, between her and The Drover (Hugh Jackman) is also a cliché conflict from Gone With The Wind. What’s up with the current movies plagiarized the old movies pattern?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the entire cliché thing, I love the main idea about the stolen generation. Half-caste boys and girls, no white nor black, creamy and all it’s calling. Interesting. Never knew that there was dark age in my neighbor’s country. As for the line, "I sing you to me", I dunno, I always ended up with teary eyes every time that line was mentioned. So moving and yet so optimistic. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 5px 0pt; float: left; width: 215px; height: 129px;" src="http://dailylight.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/ripley_wideweb__430x258.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Hmm, another movie that lasted an impression upon me is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Talented Mr. Ripley&lt;/span&gt;. At first, I just want to skip the whole scene for it's just a subtitle repairing mission that I'm about to do. But I ended up watching the whole movie. And my oh my, isn’t Matt Damon one talented actor indeed? Never really fond of that guy actually. In fact, maybe I'm one of those rare people who haven't even watched The Bourne Trilogy. Not even one. But in The Talented Mr. Ripley, Matt Damon played wonderful, and his co-stars are also amazing. Jude Law, Gwyneth Paltrow, Cate Blanchett, Jack Davenport, etc. Yay, it's like watching "Who They Were" show in E!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-618625196241884576?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/618625196241884576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=618625196241884576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/618625196241884576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/618625196241884576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/04/movies-impressions.html' title='Movies impressions'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7796304867038523263</id><published>2009-04-04T13:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:23:50.676+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Flower Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/act/2009/ghs_70.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Yay, finally got the chance to taste the Korean version of the infamous F4 fever thoughout Asia. I really, really, like the stereotype story of this chick-movie filled with pretty faces since it came out in Taiwan version back in 90's. Eventhough it's cliche, but the drama successfully captured my attention for its funny scenes and witty dialogue and touchy plot and mushy-mushy love stories (Haaa, Tao Ming Tse! Haa, Hwa Ce Lei!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at my final year of college, I spent more time to watch the Japanese version (although this is supposed to be the original version, but I watched it later). Hmm, can't remember much about the first season, but definitely (again) I was captured by the second season since the story is very much different from the Taiwan version and it ended up as the girl being proposed inside a soccer stadion. Tsk tsk, not much thinking in spending money, aren't you, Doumyoji?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, hearing that Korea (largely known for its modern drama season) is making its own version, imagine how excited I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til I got the first episode anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not that the drama is very-very bad one, it just didn't have its own plot, the originality of the story and character, and even worse, it combined the Taiwan and Japanese version of F4! While watching it, my friends and I kept arguing whether the scene adapted the Taiwan version or from the Japan's. Very very sad. Not to mention the main girl character is absolutely looked like Nodame from Nodame Cantabile. Can't they even create their own image?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 540px; height: 359px;" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/kkot/bbf2/kkot305.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The only thing that made me keep watching it is the character of the two lesser known members of F4, played by cute boys and funny actors, which one of them named Kim Bum. Better and bearable looking version than the Taiwan's and Japan's. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually after skipping for like 20 episodes forward, I must say that the main actor (the one playing Tao Ming Tse's character - Gu Jun Pyo) is not that bad and he has thousand of face expression in which resembles so many people, starting from Aldi Taher to Lee Teuk - Super Junior. Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7796304867038523263?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7796304867038523263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7796304867038523263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7796304867038523263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7796304867038523263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/04/flower-boys.html' title='Flower Boys'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7594021523613800690</id><published>2009-04-04T13:12:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:37:17.315+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Seeing, watching, imagining</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 360px; height: 239px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/twentieth_century_fox/tristan___isolde/_group_photos/james_franco10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tristan And Isolde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, this a story about once a warfare between Britannia and Ireland. At that time, Britannia was still herd of tribes (Angles, Saxon, etc) and attempted to unite under one king. The fight against Ireland cost them so many lives, including Tristan’s parent. Later he was saved by one of the leader of the tribes. In the other hand, Isolde was the daughter of King of Ireland and from that point, you can guess that this is some sort of Romeo-Juliet epic love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I watched it anyway, since I’m a sucker for classic stories like these, hehehe. Also because the cast of those young princes are well-build and easy-in-the-eye, so yeah I love it. Tristan was played by James Franco and there this young man named Melot who is played by Henry Cavill. The young Tristan is also played by familiar face, Thomas Sangster. Overall, it’s a bit dragged with a bit sense of ‘sinetron’ but semuanya termaafkan karena tampang Tristan =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ip Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.hongkonghustle.com/wp-content/photos/Donnie_Yen_Ip_Man_movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;I actually thought the title was pronounced ai-pi-men instead of yip-man. Geez, so much for the title, huh? Anyhow, this was taken after Wong Fei Hung era in 1940’s where World War II took place. It’s about one doujo master called Ip Man who was well-respected and admired, no wonder since his skill was beyond imagination (I especially love the thousand fist scene, so freaking cool!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I acknowledge that the movie is inspired from a true story, about the spirit of redemption for the mainland against the Japanese army. Very-very touchy, and I like its pride aura the whole duration. Ah, you should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slumdog  Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://hendrinova.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/slumdog-millionaire-f02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Okay, I noticed this piece when I saw Academy Award awhile back then. I was so curious as to why this movie won so many categories, I ended up looking for it. The tiny fact that I didn't aware was that the movie is also known as 'From Rags To Raja'. Jreng jreng. Now, /that/ movie has already been circled around my office for quite some time, thus I felt like a dork not knowing about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, this one me likey. Hehehe. Its theme is so simple and yet ironic at the same time. I love heart-painful scenes and yes there's so many in it. Yay! The actors and actresses played in that movie range from (very) young and older range of age, brought me a delightful surprise. Love it. Love the color of the picture, love the music, I even love the trademark dance (typical Indian movie, eh?) at the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you haven't figure it out yet, it's about one servant boy (a chai-walla; to server chai tea, I suppose) who manage to enter a pride show called Who Wants to Be a Millionaire. A well-known quiz even in my country. Surprisingly, he can manage to answer ALL but one last question asked in that show. Magnificent, yet hurting. So it's only natural when the local police suspected him for such a fraud. Eventhough I can't imagine what kind of fraud you could possible apply when you are in that kind of show. What? What exactly? Unless you got an insider, 'fcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Illusionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/070112/reviews/illusionist_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;Ay, this one is uniquely adequate to my taste. Love the magic scenes, starting from Orange Tree sampai trik-trik kecil yang dilakuin sepintas lalu. Waw, I'm such a sucker for magician. Kemaren aja nonton iklannya reality quiz The Master-nya Dedy Corbuzier ampe takjub. Keren juga ni peserta-pesertanya. Daaan, btw, sejak nonton ni pelem, I immediately affected by Edward Norton. Mein gott, tu orang got sumtin inside. Udah gtu, pas tau Hulk 2 juga dimaenin oleh Edward Norton, yaiks, langsung nontoooon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7594021523613800690?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7594021523613800690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7594021523613800690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7594021523613800690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7594021523613800690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeing-watching-imagining.html' title='Seeing, watching, imagining'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3948144536654434412</id><published>2009-04-04T10:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:09:14.071+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Bookwormish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SdbdSdBXyBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/v0PZ3oood88/s1600-h/Bookworm_by_Shiritsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SdbdSdBXyBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/v0PZ3oood88/s320/Bookworm_by_Shiritsu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320683318882584594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a vewy vewy long time since I wrote any review about a bunch of books I read. Okay, so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Tales of Beetle the Bard - JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute fairy tales and fables, I dunno, it made me ache for wanting more of her work. I think anything she'll write in the upcoming years will always bring great success, as long as it has anything to do with Harry Potter tidbits. Anyway, this book is mentioned in the seventh chapter, where Dumbledore gave Hermione children's book for her to translate. So cute. And when you read each tales, the stories serve you good. I always have this yearning for children fairy tales, and I do appreciate original stories and characters. Read it, English version is preferable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Wedding Officer – Anthony Capella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his first book (The Food of Love), I immediately recognized his name while browsing in bookstore. Anthony Capella is a great author, with his Italian recipes and love stories. What can be more Italian than its love and food? It’s an eminent marvel that Italian women still can’t get heavy no matter how many food they eat. Geez. Anyway, this book is not an ordinary-daily-chicklit since, well, it’s a long book with a long journey within it. The story is taken in 1940’s with World War II as the background. It’s about British soldier who served as a wedding officer. His job is mainly to ensure that no Allies Army marries the Italian women, at least not those who work as a prostitute. Ironically, he’s infatuated with a nice Italian young lady whose cooking skill is beyond imagination. Since no wedding officer can’t be seen together with (any) Italian women, he started to permit more marriages, in order to soften the rule, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I read his second book in earlier times (A Thousand Splendid Suns), it's kind of boring at first. His writing style is still the same, with all these metaphors and wordy symbols, which gave me clues as to how the book will end. Thankfully, the subject is different, it’s about friendship between two young boys and it’s nothing like his second book (which is basically about the misery of female kind). After a while, I was captured by the simple line of, “For you, for the thousand times” or something like that. Made me shiver if I remember what will happen next. It’s worthy of reading, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Eat Pray Love – Elizabeth Gilbert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an Oprah book, I must tell. I recognized the title as soon as Oprah said that it was the best selling book in US and imagine how happy I was when I know that my friend got it. Yay! The book is undeniably appealing, with so many quotes that I could rephrase in my own sentences, and since it’s a true-story book, I adore her blatant words. Elizabeth Gilbert is one hilarious person, I can tell from her language. The book is about her post-divorce experience, in which she traveled to three nations, named Italy, India and Indonesia. In each country, she eats, she prays, and she loves. So cool to be like her. And I mean, who doesn't? Having taught by native tutor in Italy (handsome twin nonetheless), totally devoted to God through meditation and lots of praying in India (even managed to make friends with people from around the world who seems to gather in that one single ashram), and finally, finding her soulmate in Bali, a Brazillian chef/an enterpreneur/great sense of humour/not a demanding guy/marvelous in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Dragon Keeper &amp;amp; Garden of the Purple Dragon &amp;amp; Dragon Moon - Carole Wilkinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a children book. Bah! I tawt it  was some sort of dragonical (is that a word?) adventurous legend. But sadly nope. It will suit your children, though.&lt;br /&gt;Very light reading material about a girl deciding to be a Dragon Keeper (what else?). But, in the other hand, having finished the second and the third book of its chronicles, I eventually got hooked by the story. So easily to understand and didn't need that much of effort to finished it. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Mehrunissa the Twentieth Wife &amp;amp; Nur Jahan The Queen of Mughal – Indu Sundaresan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kind of stories, about Mughal and all its glory kingdom. It's about Mehrunissa (later known as Nur Jahan), once an important woman slash queen before the Taj Mahal period. She's practically the one who managed to make it all possible. This first book is telling us about the period before she got married to the king and later become the most important woman of all Hindustan. You'll have intrique and sinister plot within zenana (or harem, you might prefer), clash amongst kings and princes, et cetera et cetera. Quite an intriguing book, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. The Alchemist – Nicholas Flamel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, this genre reminds me of Bartimaeus trilogy, with all its golem and witches and genies and so forth. But this one is about Nicholas Flamel's adventure, the infamous immortal creature together with his wife, Perenelle, whilst fighting against the Dark Elder. Along their journey, they met the twin, brother and sister, who happened to be destined to be the hero somewhere down the Propechy of Abraham The Mage. Okay, that's the main plot. This one is actually readable indeed, for its light theme and cute cover design. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Kumpulan Cerpen Akutagawa Ryunosuke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice cover design, and I always such a sucker for short stories. Last time I collected Indian writer's collection, now this time I collected Japan's. His stories are all served in a metaphor language, starting from nose, bush, frog, etc. Quite an interesting read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I managed only those to read in my spare time. There are still stacks of books I haven’t got the chance (or motivation) to just rip open its cover and start to read. Since when did I turn into this type of person? I never (never!) in my life time (at least previously) to ignore any reading material, let alone buy it and just leave it there. Damn my shopping habit! Let’s see.. *checking my collection* Ah, I still got New Moon – Stephenie Meyer,  Eclipse – Stephenie Meyer, The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold, Three Cups of Tea - Greg Mortenson, not to mention my roommate collection, Tunnels – Gordon &amp;amp; Williams, The Thirteenth Tale – Diane Setterfield, Darren Shan’s saga, The Wednesday Letter – Jason F Wright, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, yesterday I buy another adult edition of Harry Potter ^^ Hurray! One step to a comple collection. Yay! Five more to go, people. Five more to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3948144536654434412?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3948144536654434412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3948144536654434412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3948144536654434412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3948144536654434412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/04/bookwormish.html' title='Bookwormish...'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SdbdSdBXyBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/v0PZ3oood88/s72-c/Bookworm_by_Shiritsu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5706269122544529368</id><published>2009-01-09T17:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:59:17.977+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Junior'/><title type='text'>Happy Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year everybodeeh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the following year brings us the best, in life and peace and love and gaul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaaaaaay, having spent the last Christmas vacation in my uncle's place (instead of a hospital like the previous year -__-) brought me in state of happiness and bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Cause I got the privilege of 24 hours internet and TV cable. Yes, that's a luxury for such a scrawny lil girl that I am. Huhuhuhu. So Happy. I downloaded almost everything that I could think of, likewise with the TV cable, I absorbed everything I could possible chew in. Say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuff, their songs, their reality show, their video clips, their pictures, their fanart, ohmygoat I take it all in. Aaargh, what a lunatic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I ended up being this autism girl with her dorky glasses squatting in the corner, browsing at her art collection of Super Junior in the office cubicle. Pathetic. But yet so giggly, since it reminded me of my young age (am I that old now? Geez).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life? It's been up and down the hills. Bored since some of the engagements seems like another endless engagements, but excited since the old client returned. Boho, I almost forget their names and the roles and occupation. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends plan to return to this country in this year, so I wait with much anticipation for whatever they shall bring home. Hahahaha, what a gift lurker and presents obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Please stay tune for much much more capturing event from my point of view. My, as in my name, not kata ganti orang pertama. Hehehehehe. Deey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I almost forgot, my resolution for this year is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Period.  Seems easy, but somehow, I dunno, a bit wacky and too much false hope put into it. But we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-5706269122544529368?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5706269122544529368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5706269122544529368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5706269122544529368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5706269122544529368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-year.html' title='Happy Year'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3717886297937198114</id><published>2008-12-26T17:37:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:48:59.113+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganteng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Lost in snowy days</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this while listening to Rehab - Sittin in A Bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="120" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://t.i.d.y.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://t.i.d.y.aimini.net/play/?fid=Yditb2ZGjVhjlQUEFRvU&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://t.i.d.y.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://t.i.d.y.aimini.net/play/?fid=Yditb2ZGjVhjlQUEFRvU&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="120" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juat listen, kinda brought back my mood to write. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Christmas&lt;/span&gt; everybody, so great having another Christmas in the middle of people you love. As for me, I visited the old time uncle families and amazed at how fast the children grow. Dude, it's just been a year since I met them. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SVS0Hw2g6KI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cD9UTCEnSW0/s1600-h/xJF95Elruk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SVS0Hw2g6KI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cD9UTCEnSW0/s320/xJF95Elruk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284046308278069410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past week made me realize something (unimportant) which is.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vino Bastian&lt;/span&gt; itu maen di banyaaak pelem and in each movies he acted better as a macho cool guy instead of this flamboyant man. Adore this hunk, but I guess world is not fair indeed since his voice is so pitchy high nanny-sound-alike. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, now I'm a bit obsessed with the couple &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luna Maya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ariel - Peterpan&lt;/span&gt;. So cute, ini adalah hasil tiap hari nonton acara Dahsyat di RCTI kayanya, selera tontonan gue jadi kaya selera ibu-ibu. Huhuhuhuhu. Tapi seriously, they are cute eventhough the boy is shorter than the girl =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more serious news, I visited Bandung a couple of days ago and I'm in love with the city, yeah well after spending 3 days in a row there, no wonder. A lot more trees give shocking impact, fresher air and not to mention the rainy season, made my night wandering shivered in a thick coat. Not long after I reached Jakarta again, mein gott, udaranya kering. Keriiiing, walopun banyak angin bertiup tapi kering abis. Abis-abisan. Jadi pengen beli rumah di Bandung.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SVUiiIMx8OI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lSfStHllMao/s1600-h/nomoustache8sd3xb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SVUiiIMx8OI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lSfStHllMao/s200/nomoustache8sd3xb.jpg" alt="Eric Shinwa" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284167707501129954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, apalagi? The recent movie I watch is like... none. I tried to avoid my laptop during my annual leave, cause somehow that thing reminds me of my clients. Aaargh. Hush hush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, quick recap from indigowine. See you all folks in the same channel and IP address. Ta-ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Nama lengkapnya Ariel Peter Pan tu opo toh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited at 1:15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SVUiWuryDGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eZ_q9lh3qyw/s1600-h/eric1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10pt 10pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SVUiWuryDGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eZ_q9lh3qyw/s200/eric1.jpg" alt="Eric Shinwa" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284167511673277538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why the heck did I stay up this late? Hayah, the only sole reason is because I'm obsessed with this guy, a personnel of Shinwa named &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. First time I noticed the very existence of this guy was after watching XMAN. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; adorable, his smile, his dorky jokes, and his elegant aura. Not to mention his shy nature. So kawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric is also known, aside as a member of Shinwa's band, but also as an actor and starred in a lot of commercials. His poetic figure brought him a lot of fortune, I think. Currently, he serves his time in military duty, hopefully he came back alive. Geez.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SVUivHv0T-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kZpDvSW_WbI/s1600-h/050929_eric1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SVUivHv0T-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kZpDvSW_WbI/s200/050929_eric1.jpg" alt="Eric Shinwa" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284167930717949922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaay, browsing til this late of hour, I stumbled upon a cute website containing everything about Eric Shinwa. His commercial clips, his video shoots, his video clip, and even his movies. One of them is Banjun Drama called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sweet Room&lt;/span&gt;. The cool thing is he played with Chae Rim, an actress once mentioned in this blog for her role in &lt;a href="http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/10/dal-jas-spring.html"&gt;Dal Ja's Spring&lt;/a&gt;. What a great coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chae Rim itu emang selalu cocok dengan daun-daun muda dan brondong-brondong segar. Huhuhuhuhu. First &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?a=0&amp;amp;uid=42254502"&gt;Lee Min Ki&lt;/a&gt; and then Eric. Gila, lucky bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further infos, can be clicked &lt;a href="http://www.fanqueen.com/eric-moon/giordano-1/eric-moon/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBEPI4y2Rx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBEPI4y2Rx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XkIhorojuw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XkIhorojuw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banjun drama itself has a cute meaning, it's like Sketsa show in Indonesia where stars acted in a minidrama with funny and witty scenario. Love it. Not only Eric starred in those dramas, but others like Rain, Se7en, etc are also has their own episodes. Coolness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3717886297937198114?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3717886297937198114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3717886297937198114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3717886297937198114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3717886297937198114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-in-snowy-days.html' title='Lost in snowy days'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SVS0Hw2g6KI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cD9UTCEnSW0/s72-c/xJF95Elruk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-1886176345211077675</id><published>2008-12-09T12:00:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:28.666+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Moon Child</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I watched this last night because I thought hell why not? This is Hyde and Gackt movie after all, and since there's so many things I read refer to this movie, it's gotta be an interesting watch session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be exactly as I previously thought. An interesting watch. I like how the scenes were taken, even though the special effect is not as good as these days, but I enjoy it nonetheless. Please be warned that this post contains heavy spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon Child is about a vampire named Kei (played by Hyde - L'arc en Ciel) who travel across time (not in Hiro Nakamura's way) and meet a young boy named Sho. Later this young boy grows up and become mafia-look-alike (played by Gackt) and they become close friends. Vampire Kei ended up being in friendship circle between five people, four guys and one girl. Since their friendship is surrounded among mafia world, then there's no surprise when one by one those five people eventually died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 5px; float: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/ST37X0oOS8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZZOo5GHQETU/s320/hyde-715495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650725031005122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost expected this is a kind one movie started with Kei and ended with (also) Kei. But well, I was wrong. That's why I like it actually, hehehe, I adored those movies which are not predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I prefer Gackt's acting much more than Hyde's. Even if Hyde's easier in the eye. I love how Gackt resembles a troubled young man (later on, a troubled man adult) with his mascara, his make up, and his style (a bit girlish I think). And I love the feeling that all the faces playing in Moon Child is familiar to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding: 5px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/ST37XXsbXQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CYnmQvjNFwE/s320/gackt-713629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650717264010498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So that is why I paid attention to the credit title. Holy cow, there's Wang Lee Hom and Kanata Hongo. Kyaaaaaa...! No wonder they looked so damn familiar. I knew them!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehe. Kanata Hongo was still a very very young kid, how old was he? Five? Six? And now he's playing Hinokio - Inter Galactic Love, Nana 2, Tennis no Oujisama, and became the model for Yui's video clip - Tomorrow Way. Sigh. Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I love the ending. Okay, I need to state that I love the entire movie which is not predictable AND got a nice ending scene. Usually those with lame ending scenes will be easily forgotten, zap, just like that. Say, Twilight? =P I can't even remember Twilight's ending scene now, omigod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon Child's ending is taken at a beach, at sunrise, where vampires mostly fast asleep by then. But these two characters (Hyde and Gackt, who else?) decided to watch the sunrise instead. So, right before the sun came up, Hyde gave Gackt a picture of five of them (past life reference).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the camera spots the sun high above the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the picture with red nuance. I mean, you get the whole idea that the vampire has been burned by the light. Beautiful. Brilliant. Sad.&lt;span style="padding: 5px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/ST37XJ42GWI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ekx6rh0-iTg/s320/moon-child-712181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650713557997922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the camera spot the car (did I mention they sit in a car? A roofless one). But of course, the car is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I was like, "Aaaaw"-ing myself. Crazily fond of that scene. Blimey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We watched the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;A perfect orange glow&lt;br /&gt;Both about to cry&lt;br /&gt;For our final farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-1886176345211077675?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/1886176345211077675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=1886176345211077675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1886176345211077675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1886176345211077675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/12/moon-child.html' title='Moon Child'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/ST37X0oOS8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZZOo5GHQETU/s72-c/hyde-715495.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-869685821004226504</id><published>2008-12-04T11:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:36:55.044+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Twilight the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float: left; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/STddNMUo-WI/AAAAAAAAADc/jSoMiUnJ_Cc/s320/jasper+hale-708382.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275787969715304802" border="0" /&gt;First thing I noticed is (obviously) the absolutely ridiculous amount of make up that the Cullen family wears. What happen with all special effect team that supposedly getting better along these years? Even I could point out blank that Edward Cullen is wearing too much white powder he almost looks like a transvestite. Geez. It really turned off the mood so I made up my mind to comment out as much as I can during the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper Cullen actually looked like Justin Timberlake (the hair!) with Charlie Chaplin character (except when they're playing baseball, he looked cool in that cap) with his being silent and stiff. Yes I know Jasper is supposedly become this empathy strong character but I don't get that in the movie. It doesn't even being explained, so newbie could only assume this Jasper guy is just another weird vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeways, the utmost mockery scene was when, out of nowhere, Bella suddenly felt in love with Edward the vampire. Uh, hello,  their interaction is basically seeing the onion through microscope together, avoiding each other during class, and yeah that grand rescue of Bella. That's it and suddenly Bella said, "I don't care, it doesn't matter (if you're a vampire)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; padding-top: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/STddNsFLzsI/AAAAAAAAADk/SZE_PLct854/s320/bella-james-twilight-710027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275787978240413378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe most of the audience last night has read the book first, because their reaction was simply based on the Edward cuteness and Edward coolness. Edward this and Edward that. Yes, sometimes he is easy in the eye, but that's only when he doesn't wear that much make up. It's not a great movie whatsoever, it's just a plain based-on-the-book movie, no surprise there and yes for you who even haven't read the book, DO NOT watch this in the movie theatre. It's boring, just a chick flick drama. This one is nothing more than a refuge for those girls who are in love with Edward character. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the enemy looked so much cooler than Edward Cullen himself, hehehe, the name is James.. Cute, I love the  pairing between Bella and James..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-869685821004226504?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/869685821004226504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=869685821004226504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/869685821004226504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/869685821004226504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight the movie'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/STddNMUo-WI/AAAAAAAAADc/jSoMiUnJ_Cc/s72-c/jasper+hale-708382.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-724806760315375944</id><published>2008-11-28T12:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:26:25.839+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Lace - Shirley Conran</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273575239739160002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SS-AvWzytcI/AAAAAAAAADU/fbj9mDaMUGw/s320/lace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm currently reading the old novel found in some old bookstore in Pasar Festival. It's called LACE and written by Shirley Conran. I must admit, I have never heard of her name, or her fancy work whatsoever. I picked it up randomly from the shelves, and for-God-sake's even it's cover is already gone. The book condition is like a used-up-old-wench as it may say within the book. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most interesting part before I choose to buy alien book is to look upon the review. Although I kept getting disappointing reading in oppose to good reviews on its back cover, I kept looking and searching for every new book reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, almost every review of the LACE contains the word "Sex". Quoted: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"LACE is Glamorous Careers... Movie Stars, Greek shipping Magnates, French and British Aristocrats, Arabian Royalty, and Mind-Boggling Sex... Rapture!" --Harper's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All the Women Are Wildly Successful, and... Their Sex Lives are Explored in Loving Detail." --People&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A High-Paced, Globe-Trotting Novel... Crammed with Exotic Locations, High-Pressure Career Decision and Loads of Sex" --Los Angeles Times Book Reviewetc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool huh? And honestly, the book IS interesting despite the vulgar aspect mentioned above. It reminds me of Sydney Sheldon's work for its tragedy and mind-boggling-almost-scary sex, Danielle Steel's work for its romance and marriage and sorrow, Mallory Tower's series for its girls and boys school adventure, and lots of capturing scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is about a movie star named Lili (with no surname) who gathered 4 adult women to United States just to say, "All right, which one of you four bitches is my mother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jreng jreng! That alone caught my interest, given that the four ladies are all wealthy successful women, which at first didn't seem connected whatsoever with one another, but actually they are best friends since middle school in France. What an inspiring story indeed. They began in France, but ended up in London, New York, Paris, etc etc and live a prosperous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to admit that the story does not really fair. I mean, along their life, there has been no major setback or steep trouble happened to all of them. Well, if you called miscarriage, divorce, married to an actually-a-transvestite husband, or else is a tragic thing, then we shall agree upon something different then (ngomong apa sih gue?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's a good read though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-724806760315375944?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/724806760315375944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=724806760315375944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/724806760315375944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/724806760315375944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/11/lace-shirley-conran.html' title='Lace - Shirley Conran'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SS-AvWzytcI/AAAAAAAAADU/fbj9mDaMUGw/s72-c/lace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-3641005132706571800</id><published>2008-11-21T16:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:03:57.230+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganteng'/><title type='text'>Ssst, si ganteng..</title><content type='html'>Honestly, it's been like years ago I'm planning to write this, but I didn't have much time to do the research (baca: nyari gambar) so I guess it would only be proper if I included a lot of his faces in this one.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271043084527258898" style="FLOAT: right" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SSaBwhkGzRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jSDerIE5j94/s320/shayne-1-754248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271043085905210802" style="FLOAT: right" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SSaBwmsorbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2agxQ8tESFk/s320/shayne_ward_f300-754765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, who didn't recognize the hunk next to this article? You might have heard his song, such as "Breathless", "If That's OK With You", "Damaged", etc etc. Yeah, he's Shayne Ward, the winner of X-Factor 2005! Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;At first I infatuated truly only by his song ('fcourse, what else?) Berhubung lagu pertamanya yang so-so lucu di telinga itu "If That's OK With You" jadi akhirnya gue nyari-nyari yang lain. "Breathless" is also one of my fave since I could sing along at the high-pitch-part (ask my roommates ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, usut punya usut, ternyata pemilik si suara indah ini bertampang lucu pula. Hehehehe. Reminds me of Michael Scofield waktu masi muda, hihihihi. Abis bertato dan liat begituh, duuh, napa ngga semua penyanyi aja punya pretty faces like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekilas tentang Shayne Ward, ngutip-ngutip dari Wikipedia,&lt;br /&gt;"Ward was born in 1984 in Clayton, Manchester to Irish parents.He has a twin sister named Emma and five other siblings: Mark, Martin, Michael, Lisa and Leona. He is a Manchester United supporter, and in 2002, he reached the final thirty of Popstars: The Rivals, the television show that created the massively successful British girl band Girls Aloud. Prior to his participation in The X Factor, Ward was in a band called Destiny with two women named Tracy Murphy and Tracey Lyle, performing at pubs, clubs and weddings. He currently resides in Manchester&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271043092188635922" style="FLOAT: right" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SSaBw-GuIxI/AAAAAAAAADE/pP-Joag-bPA/s320/shayne-ward12-755249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early 2005, Ward auditioned for the second series of The X Factor. He impressed all three judges (Simon Cowell, Sharon Osbourne and Louis Walsh) and passed through to the next round. Ward quickly became the Bookmakers' favourite to win the show, and after making it to the grand final, he defeated Simon Cowell's duo Journey South and Sharon Osbourne's over-25 singer Andy Abraham and was crowned as the winner of The X Factor 2005. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, kesimpulannya, si ganteng Ward ini angkatan 2002, beraksen British, damn sexy, and can sing! Eligible bachelor.. eligible bachelor.. eligible bachelor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-3641005132706571800?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/3641005132706571800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=3641005132706571800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3641005132706571800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/3641005132706571800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/11/ssst-si-ganteng.html' title='Ssst, si ganteng..'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SSaBwhkGzRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jSDerIE5j94/s72-c/shayne-1-754248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-7593114641065202899</id><published>2008-11-18T14:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:56:04.066+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Tropic Thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269918200229066050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SSKCrpAE9UI/AAAAAAAAACk/X_1qTqAGleU/s320/tropic+thunder.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens when you put Ben Stiller, Jack Black, Robert Downey Jr, Nick Nolte, Tom Cruise, and Matthew McConaughey all in one movie? Well, apparently something called Trophic Thunder. It's somehow a slapstick-comedy-action sort of movie btw. First of all, this sort of movie is not into my liking. So I skipped it to the very end of the movie, the part where co-stars playing in it are being showed. Jreng jreng, then I was amazed at those bunch of names so I forced myself to actually watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still ridiculous movie, but I love Tom Cruise there, he's been barely recognized as himself, if it wasn't for the title under his face that read "Tom Cruise", I would've not noticed. Hell, he's so different, and he's so norak, bo! He looks like the guy playing Veronica Mars' dad in Heroes. Heck, I forgot the real name of Veronica Mars character, and heck I even forgot her name in Heroes. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Trophic Thunder is about some Vietnam war's experience that about to be made to a movie. So this is the movie about the guy who attempted to made that movie. Confusing? Just watch it. It's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the interesting part of Trophic Thunder is those trailers slash commercials before the actual movie. Oh my God, do those movies really exist? The hillarious one is about Kirk Lazarus (actually played by Robert Downey Jr) and Tobey Macguire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a time where to be different was to be condemned" *showed lit of candles, a man praying in front of the altar, maybe within 16 centuries background*&lt;br /&gt;"And to be condemned was to die" *showed another man in a cloak, staring at the man in the altar, nudging his jaw and moving his eyes, but the man in the altar shook his head in disapproval*&lt;br /&gt;"One man chose to question his God" *the man previously at the altar is now shouting outside the castil, anger to God presumably*&lt;br /&gt;"From Fox Searchlight" *Gregorian music as backsound, man-in-the-cloak slowly grab man-in-the-altar's rosario, and then you got the chill for guessing that it might be some gay movie*&lt;br /&gt;"Five time Academy Award winner, Kirk Lazarus" *so that's the name of the man in altar*&lt;br /&gt;"And MTV Movie Award Best Kiss Winner, Tobey Macguire" *at this point I gasped, OHMIGOD, Tobey?*&lt;br /&gt;*then both man grasp for each other's hand, faces still to the altar, but down there they're holding hands, and my jaw still dropped open*&lt;br /&gt;"Winner of the Beijing Film Festival's coveted Crying Monkey Award"&lt;br /&gt;"SATAN'S ALLEY"&lt;br /&gt;*then I heard a whisper sound of 'I've been a bad, bad boy, Father'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tziiiing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's supposed to be part of the movie Trophic Thunder then hell yes it's genious! Hahahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-7593114641065202899?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/7593114641065202899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=7593114641065202899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7593114641065202899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/7593114641065202899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/11/tropic-thunder_18.html' title='Tropic Thunder'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SSKCrpAE9UI/AAAAAAAAACk/X_1qTqAGleU/s72-c/tropic+thunder.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-4235429305392961647</id><published>2008-11-11T16:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T16:57:23.596+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left; padding-right: 5px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SRlN7hAMNCI/AAAAAAAAACc/nq6KOIY6Lmw/s320/TheGuysCr-718531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267326924053296162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Waw, I really need to say WAW after watching this movie. The whole plot is hillarious, not to mention the nostalgic-remake-oldies-songs of ABBA, the quality of each co-stars' voices, the name casting for the movie (Amanda Seyfried, Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnan, Colin Firth, etc) and my-oh-my they all can sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia is one hell of a musical movie (in a good positive interpretation), light-themed (unlike Sweeney Todd) with colourful scenes taken in Greek. All the guys filming in this pictures has muscles, darling! Really-really refreshing, entertaining, dan noraknya Meryl Streep itu mantab abis! Ngga nanggung-nanggung, ngga setengah-setengah, ngga malu-malu, keren!&lt;p&gt;I love it when characters act, sing, dance, all in one crazy compact movement. The whole movie scenes cheered me up, made me laugh, brought me to aaaww-moment, ngga abis-abis adegan-adegan sweet, adegan kocak, adegan norak, adegan yang bikin gue mikir, "OMIGOD, Pierce Brosnan nyanyiii, kyaaa!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha, this is full of laughter kind of movie. Pemeran-pemerannya mantab, including yang maenin temen-temennya si nyokap (apalagi si Julie Walters, I LOVE this woman!). Favourite scenes of all time was when the groom's friends dance ridiculously stupid in the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngakak abis. Pol noraknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Seyfried itu pertama kali gue notice waktu maen jadi Lily di series Veronica Mars, and then as a guest star in Justice (waaa, cool series!), dan gue baru ngeh suaranya bagus yaa.She's so much resembling Juliet in this movie, kurang Romeo doang &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; But truly she's a lot cuter (and fitter) than the one in Veronica Mars where she looked chubby and montok. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mamma Mia is about a girl named Sophie (or Donna? I barely remembered since I kept calling her Lily at whole time, hehehehehe) who's about to hold her wedding in Greek (which reminds me, Meryl Streep gotta do lotsa workout since she's jumping around and practically climbing all of the houses there, gila tu otot!). She intended to invite her unknown-birth-father but since she didn't really sure who her father is between three of her mother's past lover, she decided to invite all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting complicated because apparently her mother's (played by Meryl Streep) also didn't know who is the father! Hahahahahaha, sumpah bodoh abis. That's when things are getting interested. You will be indulged with three different images of father-material. The flamboyant Pierce Brosnan, the 'spontaneus' Colin Firth, and the realistic Stellan Skarsgard. Choose one, people! Personally I preferred Colin Firth, apalagi sejak dia nyanyi Our Last Summer di kapal layar. Mein Gott, so crazily sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it. It's recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I watched Quantum of Solace yesterday, and is it just me or the film is actually heavily censored? Dang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-4235429305392961647?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/4235429305392961647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=4235429305392961647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4235429305392961647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/4235429305392961647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/11/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SRlN7hAMNCI/AAAAAAAAACc/nq6KOIY6Lmw/s72-c/TheGuysCr-718531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-124039086396533495</id><published>2008-11-04T18:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:54:52.666+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='western series'/><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SRA3FklCTEI/AAAAAAAAACU/pqvHRUagHQE/s320/header_justice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264768533253999682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't realize &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kerr Smith&lt;/span&gt; is still exist in this world. Okay, I'm exaggerate a bit, but yes I'm quite surprised. He turned out okay by definition and being phrase correctly chosen by his latest TV Series - Justice, 'the good-looking, all-American-face of not-guilty' lawyer. I also happened to not realized that he looks quite alike with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian McMahon&lt;/span&gt;. Why why, what a beautiful small world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Kerr Smith anyway? Well, he's Andy's gay little brother in old-school-movie Dawson's Creek (used to love the series up until Pacey and Joey broke up.. again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this TV series &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 127);"&gt;Justice&lt;/span&gt; is about a bunch of top-level-hot-shot lawyers called TNT&amp;amp;G (cute name me think) who, well, defending all  'innocent' trial-suspects out there. I'll admit, I just watched the first episode but I'm quite thrilled. Mostly because of that Kerr Smith guy, but that's come in nature, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the look of the movie, all the scenes were taken with high technology compatibility (or should we called it, special effect?). I mean, they discussed one trial preparation like they would've discussed a software development. Every stage is thoroughly prepared and prepared. Did I mention it twice? It's because they don't kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool law movie, compared to the traditional-psycho-law movie called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(64, 127, 0);"&gt;Damage&lt;/span&gt;, Justice is much more refreshing. Give it a try, you might even be more surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I took note from this movie is one cozy room, called the supposedly their office, with all glass-thick-window and futuristic-glassy-looking stairs. O my God didn't the stairs will look amazing? One  of the character just walking from room to room elegantly whilst dictating about what should and what should not to do in one's court. "Don't miss anything, because if you miss anything, it could cost our client everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that there's Victor Garber, Sam Trammell, et cetera et cetera also playing in this movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, sneak peak on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 96, 191);"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt; season 5, after loving the whole last season AND the brilliant winner (Christian Siriano you bloody smart-ass), I haven't decide it yet as to whom I would pour my heart upon. Only one tiny comment though, what is it with Wesley Nault and his short pants? Gosh, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young designer (he's only 23) has this peculiar business men look alike from the waist above. Well, being working with Marc Jacobs for the last year, who doesn't? I mean, the suit, the tie, the clean shirt, even the handsome face, but  holy-mother-of-hell why on earth did he keep wearing that gay-like short pants? It's not even a  decent one, being way too short in my sense of fashion, and what is he trying to brag on? His hairy feet? God, he doesn't even have hairy feet. He has this smooth skinny leg which reminds me of a balerina leg. Too bad he's out in second round. I would've love to see his next collection of short pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-124039086396533495?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/124039086396533495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=124039086396533495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/124039086396533495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/124039086396533495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/11/justice.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SRA3FklCTEI/AAAAAAAAACU/pqvHRUagHQE/s72-c/header_justice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5454000434983613616</id><published>2008-10-22T14:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T14:36:35.449+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='western series'/><title type='text'>How I met Your Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://laurasaura.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/how_i_met_your_mother_s1_box222.jpg" height="250" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have no idea what’s gotten into me, but after watching several episodes of How I Met Your Mother, the idea struck me like hell. This guy (the main actor) is very much resemblance of my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-my-God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not by the look, but by the way he talks and the way he thinks. Man, that suit him up quite a lot. Watch it people. He’s somewhat geeky and yet sometimes aspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent quote I call in fave was:&lt;br /&gt;Girl: We barely know each other, and you’re looking at me with that look, and it’s like.. it’s like.. *waving desperately*&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Like.. like what?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Like “Let’s fall in love and get married and have kids and drive them to soccer practice”&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I’m not going to force sports on them unless they’re interested&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *Giggle* It’s a great look. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you’re looking at the wrong girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-5454000434983613616?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5454000434983613616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5454000434983613616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5454000434983613616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5454000434983613616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-i-met-your-mother.html' title='How I met Your Mother?'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5762351825273179128</id><published>2008-10-08T15:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:05:31.980+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kdrama'/><title type='text'>Dal Ja's Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SOxtPpZm_jI/AAAAAAAAABs/jiHaZm1SCnk/s320/dal+ja+spring-714873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254694980813258290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap, Dal Ja's Spring, a series I recommend to every soul out there. It's refreshing, fun and having so many touching lines right from the beginning. I love it because it's not a typical Korean love stories consist of teenager and honey bunny lovey-dovey things. Huahahahaha, pengaruh umur ni kayanya. Di usia segini, I tend to choose maturity over cuteness, hehehe, and if this movie gave me both, hell why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling jelas sih ni serial ceritanya tentang seorang cewe 33 tahun yang jadi manager di sebuah perusahaan home shopping. Despite her age, she's actually never experiencing such thing as great romance. Gara-gara kebanyakan nonton drama dan pilem-pilem romantis, she sets her hopes so high it becomes ridiculous. Oh yeah, ni cewe kacau banget imajinasinya. Aslilah. Every piece of her imagination always made us, the audience, berasa DOENK! Seriously, even in those sad episodes, selalu ada things yang bikin gue ngakak saking lebainya tu imajinasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus, line-line di pelem ini suka bikin peresapan episode-nya suka rada lama. Hohoho, biasa, kalo gue berasa ada kalimat yang bagus, suka berasa tertohok dan akhirnya diem dulu meresapi kalimatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, cerita ini juga gue suka banget karena temanya yang ngga mengumbar kalimat-kalimat 'I Love You' dimana-mana. Tsk tsk tsk, great idealism. Love is NOT some thing you can say that easy, you got to mean it, and it came with responsibility, ladies and gentleman. It came with responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, tentunya yang ngga ketinggalan gue pelototin dari serial ini adalaaaah... COAT-nya yang keren-keren gila. A bit ngga mungkin terjadi di dunia nyata soalnya tiap hari coat yang dipake si cewe ganti mulu dengan berbagai model yang bikin mupeng. Anjrit, keren abis lah! Ngga putih, ngga merah, ngga coklat, semuanya kereeen. Huhuhuhu. Model baju yang dia pake pun so khas, everything with daleman kaos lengan panjang, either black, white, pastel, etc. Mungkin didukung tampang juga kali ya, secara ni cewe lama-lama diliat koq jadi doll-face gtu. Coat dan jaket-jaket yang dipake tokoh-tokoh laen pun sama bikin mupengnya. Even to compare it with Gossip Girls, I prefer Korean coat mengingat modelnya yang unik-unik dan kereeeeen. I'll collect the pictures when I had the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-5762351825273179128?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5762351825273179128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5762351825273179128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5762351825273179128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5762351825273179128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/10/dal-jas-spring.html' title='Dal Ja&apos;s Spring'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SOxtPpZm_jI/AAAAAAAAABs/jiHaZm1SCnk/s72-c/dal+ja+spring-714873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-697516012209381350</id><published>2008-09-30T12:57:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:12:39.455+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='western series'/><title type='text'>Prison Break (the next episode)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's some things that once you got a hold of it, you just can't let it go&lt;/em&gt;. You'll just keep turning back and hang on to it. Like me, for example. I'll never get tired of watching new old series, and eventhough it kept me up and down the hills at times, but eventually I'll still continue watching them and voila, the very same story caught my interest once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yah, Prison Break for example. This series had long gone from its first season, and right now, starting their fourth one and I'm STILL interested in the plot. Hahahaha. Maybe you thought of me as a bit of megalomaniac addict to Michael Scofield, but I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toxicshock.tv/news/wp-content/uploads/prison_break_ver4_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" 370="" src="http://www.toxicshock.tv/news/wp-content/uploads/prison_break_ver4_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael Scofield is chubbier now, compared to the first season (in which everytime you set your eyes upon him, you goes like "Aaargh, kill me, he's adorable.") So, no, his looks is not something I chase anymore, cause right now I'm looking at Sara Tancredi.  Hehehehe, big spoiler, yes? &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the ridiculous plot which turned more and more like Indonesian electronic cinema, I think in this season Prison Break has more important (if not confusing) missions to solve. Yah, we'll see lah.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, kalo lu nonton dan ngikutin Prison Break dari season satu, laju plot-nya dari season tiga ke season empat koq aga-aga gmana gtu yah. Di &lt;strong&gt;season satu &lt;/strong&gt;Scofield planned to get his brother out of Fox River penitentiary gara-gara dituduh ngebunuh entah siapa yang ada hubungannya ama capres US. Udah gtu di &lt;strong&gt;season dua&lt;/strong&gt;, Scofield berhasil kabur tapi jadi fugitive. Dia 'kenalan' ma agen polisi jenius namanya Mahone. Di &lt;strong&gt;season tiga&lt;/strong&gt;, Scofield ketangkep lagi di penjara Sona di Panama yang konon once you get in, you'll never get out. Dia sengaja dimasukin ke penjara Sona itu buat ngeluarin seorang pria ngga jelas yang kerja buat The Company. Gilanya, di Sona ini, yang ketangkep is not just Scofield tapi sekalian si agen jenius Mahone itu. Jadi kalo dipikir-pikir, mau lo jadi insinyur, agen polisi, kepala penjara, pembunuh pedofil, maling henpon, apa kek, sekalinya lo maen di Prison Break, ujung-ujungnya  pasti masuk penjara juga.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah di &lt;strong&gt;season empat&lt;/strong&gt; ini, Scofield kan berhasil kabur dari Sona, si tempat angker itu. Eeeh, baru di episode satu tiba-tiba dibilang kalo tiga hari yang lalu Sona being burned down due to riot held by the prisoner. Intinya tahanan-tahanannya pada kabur gitu aja. Anjrit, Scofield aja butuh satu season buat kabur itu juga dah empot-empotan mikirinnya, ini tahanan-tahanan yang laen koq gampang amat. Bah, tau gitu bikin kekacauan aja dari dulu, bos!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini kayanya emang sengaja biar Scofield reunited with his old buddies from prison(s). Kocak juga kalo dipikir-pikir. Scofield tu kan dulu kerjanya kantoran, pake jas, insinyur cerdas bertampang clean, eh sekarang gaulannya orang-orang napi, dong. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling mirip sinetron adalah tokoh Sara Tancredi. Perannya pas di season satu tu sweet banget de, jadi dokter tahanan di Fox River, tempat Scofield ditahan. Trus suka ma Scofield, trus ikutan rencana kabur dari penjara, trus terpisah gara-gara Scofield dikejar-kejar polisi, trus ketemu lagi pas dah mau ending season dua. Trus pas Scofield dipenjara di Sona, Sara jadi sandera (along with LJ) buat nego ama Scofield biar mau disuruh ngeluarin si pria ngga jelas yang kerja buat The Company ituh. Trus during season tiga, Sara Tancredi dipenggal dong palanya gara-gara Michael Scofield berulah. Matilah kawan kita, I shocked, Scofield shocked, everybody shocked.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh di season empat tiba-tiba dibilang kalo itu semua palsu, bohong, tipu-tipu. Bukti penggalan kepala hanyalah kepala cewe laen yang diambil dari ruang mayat yang mirip ma Sara. Saranya sendiri ternyata berhasil kabur pas disandera. Jreng jreng.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit like telenovela kan? Hehehehe. Quotenya si Lincoln sih lucu, "Yeah it was dark. But if you're asking me if I picked up the head to check if it was Sara, no, Michael, I didn't do that."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all and all, I'm happy Sara's still alive, cause this movie is lack of women. It's all men and men. Besides, Sara and Michael is cute together. Hihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Oh and by the way, I won something  recently. A poster competition. Yay. But I thought maybe the jury had low level of taste if I could win such contest.&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/8439057-697516012209381350?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/697516012209381350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=697516012209381350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/697516012209381350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/697516012209381350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/09/prison-break-next-episode.html' title='Prison Break (the next episode)'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-8197352890248287484</id><published>2008-09-18T13:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:13:17.430+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Re: Jay jay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;Weird day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesterday I went home only to find a bunch of homeless people sitting on my floor and playing cards. Wow, a game I barely played anymore. With that in mind, I mingled immediately and start playing like crazy. It&amp;#39;s fun, it&amp;#39;s awesome, it&amp;#39;s brutal, it&amp;#39;s SEVEN SCOPE!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;We played for like centuries, cursing and singing like moron =D, being defensive and offensive as much as we could muster, and eventually it&amp;#39;s already 3 a.m in the morning. Yaiks. I got meeting and client document processing tommorow morning! Aaah, who cares! =D&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Played and played like there&amp;#39;s no tommorow, huhuhu, and then my roommate prepared their early breakfast (tsk tsk, that&amp;#39;s like the earliest breakfast I&amp;#39;ve ever seen, hehehe). She cooked some meal then join us again after few brutal and bloody losses she suffered. Looked like she didn&amp;#39;t want to be humiliated just like that, ladies and gentleman. That&amp;#39;s why we changed the pace and the game into CAPSA! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I sucks at capsa, I gotta tell you. I have no sense of strategy whatsoever whilst playing my card. Shame on me, dude! Even the two newbies who just recently learnt how to play could beat me at once. Damn! That showed how terribIy dumb I played =D Hihihi, I miss playing TRUF, especially PAIRING TRUF, the telepathy, the intuition, the sixth sense, the eye contact, it&amp;#39;s all ART in there, my fellow.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Times when my campus hasn&amp;#39;t banned that particular game was an amazing moment. I miss those..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, being tired from lack of sleep somehow left me in a very weird aura this morning. I showered and prepared to go to my office then sitting quietly under a tree, waiting for the bus to pick me up.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The bus showed up late, as usual, but in the middle of that waiting moment, I was &amp;#39;distracted&amp;#39; by uneventful event. (What is the meaning of uneventful anyway?). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s some old man, saying that he&amp;#39;s trying to go to St. Bogor by train from 4 a.m this morning and still in need for additional cash. Well, well, well.. unfortunately I ain&amp;#39;t Tommy. Cause if I were Tommy, I guessed I already gave the old man all money I got and even showed him the way to go to St. Pondok Cina (no pun intended to you, friend =P) &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anyway, seeing him reminded me of a woman I met the day before. She told me that she&amp;#39;s in great hurry to RSCM but also in desperate need to seek for additional money to buy &amp;#39;infus&amp;#39; (what&amp;#39;s the English word?). She asked for 27.000 IDR, but unlucky for her, she happened to ask me when I&amp;#39;m in my lowest financial condition level EVER. Hahahahaha. I said no (duh!) and explained that I got no money left on me except for my bus fare.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Hm, it looks like the trend for new alternative way to has begin already during this fasting month, yes? Honestly I did not thought of anything until the woman said something like, &amp;quot;Begini ya, Nak. Ibu ngga ada niat jahat.&amp;quot; Buset, jadi malah berasa horor pas denger dia ngomong gtu. Kurang cerdas ya cara persuasinya.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;ANYWAY.. aside from the old man, there&amp;#39;s another (actually there&amp;#39;s two) old women who kindly made conversation with me whilst waiting for the bus. This is weird, because I&amp;#39;m not used to little chat with stranger, either cause of my mood or maybe my look. Hehehehe. After little chit chat, one of the old woman offered me Oriflame new catalog. Waw! I didn&amp;#39;t even ask! Coolness! You know why I&amp;#39;m happy? It&amp;#39;s because I happened to look for that catalog to browse for new items. Hehehe, jiwa materialistis. Yah, ternyata si ibu ini keluarga yang punya Puri Marsini, ckckck, dan dia kebetulan pengen ke Otista. Doenk gtu gue pas dia nanya naik apaan. Bah, gue kan buta jalan.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Yah, that&amp;#39;s how my weird day began, and who knows, maybe there&amp;#39;s still more waiting ahead. Semangat!&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/8439057-8197352890248287484?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/8197352890248287484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=8197352890248287484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8197352890248287484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/8197352890248287484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/09/re-jay-jay.html' title='Re: Jay jay'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5200979922291235074</id><published>2008-07-31T17:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:13:17.430+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-interest'/><title type='text'>Pop the Question</title><content type='html'>Interesting quizzes, like always, charmed me in a certain way, especially when the quiz had cute questions to ask. Recently, okay maybe not that recent, I entered a quiz which cost me quite a minute to figure out the answer. Why? Because I imagine what the answer would likely be. Hehehehe. It's fun, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute question happened to be: What would your ideal time and place be when the question being popped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. In a middle of a big game, maybe soccer, basketball, football, hockey, etc. During the halftime, the big screen up there read "Will you marry me?" and the whole hall scream for you both, dazzle you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. At the beach, in the middle of the slow dance, with Frank Sinatra - Moon River song played in the background, moon shone up above. He stared deeply into your eyes, kissed you, then popped the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. By bunch of clues, trails, signs that lead you to the end of a path, and by the time you reach the place, he stood there nervously, gingerly, then asked you the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. In the crowd, say a Count Down to New Year celebration, in the middle of a club/pub/party, he suddenly ask you loudly, nearly yelled for it in joy, and surprised you he did. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. In the middle of casual conversation. Something like, "Yeah, and I like that bread, too. By the way, would you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. He added initiatory to your blackberry/agenda/meeting schedule something like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Plaza Building, 5 o'clock. Don't be late."&lt;/span&gt; without any prior notification. Sweet when you get there, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some I added it myself from random magazines and books. Hmm, please feel free to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I stumbled on a very sweet proposal story. It came from a French guy (what is it with France and Amore?) and I dunno, I just love his story. Nothing too big, but it's not that ordinary too. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/ooochromeooo/proposal"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-5200979922291235074?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5200979922291235074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5200979922291235074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5200979922291235074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5200979922291235074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/07/pop-question.html' title='Pop the Question'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-5130263677001401927</id><published>2008-07-16T15:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:16:56.519+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's this cutie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SH22vz1hKgI/AAAAAAAAABI/dkjOsAOtwpY/s320/074-734912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223532075304430082" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SH22vxX15fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gEuh5l1tKf0/s320/340x-735823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223532074643088882" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SH22xeEs0TI/AAAAAAAAABY/PGAlgEHUYTY/s320/x3z3oz-741386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223532103822266674" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SH22xrjgusI/AAAAAAAAABg/9RpsNWyphfc/s320/xdijxv-741919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223532107441158850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...&lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/32.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duuh demen dah kalo ada maenan baru buat dikecengin &lt;img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/39.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's apparently named Alex Watson, yeah, the brother of Emma Watson, the Hermione 'Know-It-All' Granger. Pertama muncul di pers masih lucu-lucu balita, eeeh sekarang dah jadi good looking lad. Hehehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-5130263677001401927?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/5130263677001401927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=5130263677001401927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5130263677001401927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/5130263677001401927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/07/whos-this-cutie.html' title='Who&apos;s this cutie?'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r50nkhxlWhI/SH22vz1hKgI/AAAAAAAAABI/dkjOsAOtwpY/s72-c/074-734912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-1035922078201164064</id><published>2008-07-15T17:49:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:06:44.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair, oh Hair..</title><content type='html'>These days I often caught myself in between some dull thinking activities. Which is meaningless, and totally unimportant. But not necessarily un-fun(??). It is fun, in fact, it's enjoyable actually. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satunya adalah ketika di siang bolong, saat sedang sendirian di kamar, tiba-tiba terbersit (terbesit? tebersit?) keinginan untuk ke salon buat ngegunting dan ngeriting rambut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was such a brilliant idea! Magnificent! Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melangkahlah saya dengan hati riang ke salon dan menanyakan kalo ngeriting kira-kira tahan berapa lama ya? Oh 3 bulan. Ya udah de ga papa. Yuk, keritingin rambut, yuuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----satu jam berlalu----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----dua jam berlalu----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----tiga jam berlalu----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anjrit, ni obatnya bau amat sih, Mbak!", gue protes tiba-tiba.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, biasa itu mah", balas  Mbaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----empat jam berlalu----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buset, ni prosesnya lama banget, mana belom makan siang. Ah, tapi gapapa, beauty need sacrifice kalo katanya Sun Tzu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas dah selese, diliat-diliat di cermin, dipandang-pandang atas bawah kiri kanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APA-APAAN NEH? KOQ NGGA ADA BEDANYA AMA TAMPANG GUE ABIS KERAMAS??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhasil gue matut-matut di kaca kaya orang bego, dan menanyakan hal yang sama ama orang-orang yang gue kenal,&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, nyadar ngga lo kalo gue motong rambut?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ngga."&lt;br /&gt;*dongkol*&lt;br /&gt;"Kalo gue bilang gue abis ngeriting rambut??"&lt;br /&gt;"NGAPAIN LO NGERITING RAMBUT??? BUKANNYA LO DAH KERITING???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*@*$%^%$#*$%^&amp;amp;^%$#@!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8439057-1035922078201164064?l=indigowine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/feeds/1035922078201164064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8439057&amp;postID=1035922078201164064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1035922078201164064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8439057/posts/default/1035922078201164064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigowine.blogspot.com/2008/07/hair-oh-hair.html' title='Hair, oh Hair..'/><author><name>indigo wine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06235375557427625538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/indigowine/my.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439057.post-2123077915881193337</id><published>2008-07-07T16:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:55:44.888+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cih</title><content type='html'>What a freaking boring morning, and not to mention a lazy Monday to begin with. Up to this second, I idly browsed through ebay.com,  trying to find a great deal with minimum purchase =P Aaah, shopping (eventhough) online is refreshing indeed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found (but not necessarily bid) a cute Kate Spade handbag, gorgeous Bebe trench coat, nice Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch t-shirt, lovely yellow Bebe flowy dress (and I mean it, really lovely &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;), Banana Republic hoodie jacket, and tons of great other items.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aaaa...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Refreshing...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then my colleague came to me with this bunch of documents, UAT documents, and asked me to REDONE my bug-free-proof screen shot AGAIN just because they asked for it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Muooonyong kampreeeet.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Napa ngga dulu aja sekalian?? Sumpah gue males banget ngulang2 aplikasi dari awal, bikin nasabah baru dan  customize the freakin database biar bisa dites ulang. MALAS! MALAS! And I heard he wants to get out from this assignment and made it a secondary assignment? Wtf? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yah, mood merosot jauh saja lah seharian ini. Koneksi internet juga bikin marah, putus nyambung ngga jelas. Di kantor juga masih ngga jelas. Me
