<?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-5741685</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:25:20.179+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes of my soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-114785521287596080</id><published>2006-05-17T15:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:40:14.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stellymaria.multiply.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/114785521287596080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/114785521287596080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114785521287596080' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-113412381607438516</id><published>2005-12-09T17:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:23:36.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>facing window</title><summary type='text'>another foreign movie to treasure... yang meninggalkan sesuatu untuk direnungkan oleh para penontonnya. mengambil setting di kota roma, film ini bercerita tentang kehidupan perkawinan yang mulai hambar dan membosankan, tentang hasrat terlarang, tentang dilema mimpi dan kenyataan. tokoh wanitanya bernama giovanna, seorang ibu muda nan cantik yang merasa lelah dan bosan dengan kehidupan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/113412381607438516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/113412381607438516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113412381607438516' title='facing window'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-113288090214284107</id><published>2005-11-25T08:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:35:32.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>foie gras @ fleurie</title><summary type='text'>  semalam kesampaian juga niat saya sejak lama untuk mencicipi foie gras (hati bebek) yang merupakan makanan mewahnya orang perancis. ketertarikan saya bermula dari cerita seorang teman yang bermukim di perancis yang berkenalan dengan santapan spesial ini dalam suatu jamuan keluarga perancis di hari natal. di balik rasa yang unik dan tekstur yang sangat lembut, ternyata ada proses pembuatan yang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/113288090214284107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/113288090214284107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113288090214284107' title='foie gras @ fleurie'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-112649338610300360</id><published>2005-09-12T09:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:56:49.090+07:00</updated><title type='text'>menyingkap keistimewaan google (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>10. untuk mencari definisi suatu kata tertentu tanpa menarik kamus dari rak kita, ketik saja define:[kata pencarian]cara lain: tambahkan kata "glossary" atau "means" setelah kata pencarian tersebut11. google dapat menerjemahkan teks asing ke bahasa tertentu yang kita kehendaki melalui fasilitas "Language Tools". bukan hanya kalimat, keseluruhan web page berbahasa asing pun dapat diterjemahkan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112649338610300360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112649338610300360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112649338610300360' title='menyingkap keistimewaan google (part 2)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-112623338086765227</id><published>2005-09-09T08:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T07:42:50.083+07:00</updated><title type='text'>menyingkap keistimewaan google (part 1)</title><summary type='text'>teman2 menjuluki saya "miss google" bukannya tanpa sebab. sebagai pengguna internet yang aktif, saya mengakses google berkali-kali dalam sehari. sejak menemukan google, saya tidak bisa berpindah ke lain hati. bagi saya, google adalah the "world's best search engine". dan ternyata memang jumlah web page yang di-indeks oleh google adalah yang terbesar dari semua search engine, yang berarti besar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112623338086765227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112623338086765227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112623338086765227' title='menyingkap keistimewaan google (part 1)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-112588487630187555</id><published>2005-09-05T08:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T08:53:58.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wipe Out Windows XP Annoyances!</title><summary type='text'>=&gt;Shoot The Messenger ServiceClick Start and go to Control Panel. Double-click Administrative Tools and then Services. In the Services Console, scroll down the Name list to find Messenger and double-click it. In the dialog box that appears, select Disabled under Startup Type. Then click Stop and OK, and close the Services and Administrative Tools window=&gt;Shoot Windows Messenger, TooTo make sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112588487630187555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112588487630187555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112588487630187555' title='Wipe Out Windows XP Annoyances!'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-112432552182117344</id><published>2005-08-18T07:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T07:39:55.243+07:00</updated><title type='text'>pesona gadis kecil</title><summary type='text'> sudah lama saya ingin berterima kasih kepada dua ibu: mbak reda gaudiamo dan tatyana soebianto, yang telah banting tulang memodali sendiri produksi album "gadis kecil" sehingga karya seni ini bisa dinikmati oleh para penggemarnya (including me!!).terus terang album ini sudah lama saya tunggu2 dan rindukan sejak salah seorang sahabat memperkenalkan saya dengan kaset indie musikalisasi puisi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112432552182117344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112432552182117344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112432552182117344' title='pesona gadis kecil'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-112364052209158513</id><published>2005-08-10T08:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:22:02.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bercermin dari "desperate housewives"</title><summary type='text'>serial ini telah menjadi ritual baru saya di malam hari (tadinya ritual jumat malam karena tayangan ini diputar di indosiar pada hari tsb, tapi kini menjadi ritual tiap malam sejak saya membeli dvdnya). episode pertamanya saja begitu menyentak... pada suatu hari yang biasa, setelah menyelesaikan tugas rutinnya sebagai seorang ibu rumah tangga, mary alice mengakhiri hidupnya di ujung pistol dalam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112364052209158513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112364052209158513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112364052209158513' title='bercermin dari &quot;desperate housewives&quot;'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-112228751887804665</id><published>2005-07-25T17:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:04:27.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a photographic journey through bali</title><summary type='text'>pariwisata bali telah pulih kembali. meski pernah diguncang tragedi memilukan di kuta, bali tetaplah bali, sebuah pulau yang tetap mempunyai daya magnet tinggi bagi wisatawan domestik maupun asing. segala pesona alam, budaya dan keramahan penduduk "the island of god" ini menjadi satu paket yang masih sangat atraktif. bahkan menurut survei pembaca majalah "travel + leisure" 2005, pulau bali </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112228751887804665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112228751887804665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112228751887804665' title='a photographic journey through bali'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-112175340159742710</id><published>2005-07-19T23:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:29:20.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[jogja] sekali jalan-jalan tetap makan-makan</title><summary type='text'>*desa krakitan, kec.bayat, klaten*dalam perjalanan memenuhi undangan makan2 kerabat keluarga di klaten, tak disangka kami disuguhi bonus berupa pemandangan indah desa krakitan. sepanjang mata memandang, persawahan nan hijau subur dengan latar belakang gunung di kejauhan menjadi bukti betapa negeri kita sungguh "gemah ripah loh jinawi". ketika melewati perbukitan kapur, ada 1 bukit yang menarik </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112175340159742710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/112175340159742710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112175340159742710' title='[jogja] sekali jalan-jalan tetap makan-makan'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111693641104381729</id><published>2005-05-24T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:01:45.743+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahukah Anda?</title><summary type='text'>Gereja Katedral Jakarta diresmikan tahun 1901, tepatnya 21 April 1901, dengan nama pelindung Santa Maria Diangkat ke Surga. Katedral ini didirikan di atas reruntuhan gereja yang dibangun sebelumnya. Sketsa-sketsa pertama gereja dibuat oleh Pastor Antonius Dijkmans, seorang pastor Belanda yang juga belajar arsitektur. Namun karena sakit, Dijkmans harus kembali ke Belanda pada tahun 1894. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111693641104381729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111693641104381729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111693641104381729' title='Tahukah Anda?'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111655556216828632</id><published>2005-05-20T09:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:23:31.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Morrie</title><summary type='text'>Saya baru selesai membaca "Tuesdays with Morrie", sebuah kisah nyata yang telah diterjemahkan ke dalam puluhan bahasa, tentang saat2 akhir seorang profesor psikologi sosial bernama Morrie Schwartz yang mengidap penyakit langka "Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis" (ALS). Buku ini berisi kumpulan nasihat2 sederhana dari Morrie yang sedang sekarat kepada Mitch Albom, ex murid favoritnya. Setelah lulus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111655556216828632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111655556216828632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111655556216828632' title='Tuesdays with Morrie'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111642695750895391</id><published>2005-05-18T21:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:35:57.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>data recovery service</title><summary type='text'>pc saya berulah!! terjadi secara tiba2, tanpa basa basi &amp; peringatan apa pun. hardisk masih terdeteksi bios tapi tidak bisa dibuka sama sekali. malah minta diformat dan di disk management dikatakan kapasitasnya 100% free. alamak!! paniklah saya. semalaman gelisah memikirkan file2 saya yg lenyap. besoknya saya pun meluncur ke data recovery service yg terletak nun jauh di depok. data saya bisa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111642695750895391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111642695750895391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111642695750895391' title='data recovery service'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111398797191957423</id><published>2005-04-20T16:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:06:11.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>apa yang paling berkesan dalam diri yohanes paulus II?</title><summary type='text'>"dia menghayati betul surat santo yohanes yang menyebutkan bahwa cinta terhadap sesama hendaknya menjadi bukti cinta kepada tuhan. bagaimana kamu bisa mencintai tuhan yang tak kelihatan, jika mencintai saudaramu yang kelihatan saja kamu tidak bisa? dan ini ia tunjukkan secara konkret dalam perhatiannya yang mendalam terhadap segala bentuk kekerasan, perang, penindasan. dia juga sangat peduli pada</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111398797191957423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111398797191957423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111398797191957423' title='apa yang paling berkesan dalam diri yohanes paulus II?'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111374268882300905</id><published>2005-04-17T19:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T19:58:08.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'>rosewood country cafe - kelapa gading</title><summary type='text'>    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111374268882300905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111374268882300905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111374268882300905' title='rosewood country cafe - kelapa gading'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111327272608156255</id><published>2005-04-12T09:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T09:31:09.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>jamaica cafe</title><summary type='text'> akhirnya... setelah lebih dari 10 tahun malang melintang di berbagai acara internal sekolah-kampus-perusahaan swasta &amp; bumn, rutin  tampil di sebuah cafe di bilangan menteng, menjadi bintang tamu di acara2 tv swasta nasional, akhir tahun 2004 jamaica cafe merilis album pop acapella pertamanya bertajuk "musik mulut".siapa bilang musik harus menggunakan instrumen band yang lengkap?selamat buat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111327272608156255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111327272608156255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111327272608156255' title='jamaica cafe'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111276272344506694</id><published>2005-04-06T11:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:57:06.780+07:00</updated><title type='text'>two psychological thriller movies</title><summary type='text'>hide and seek - "come out, come out wherever you are"the stunningly gifted young actrees dakota fanning plays emily, a young girl who's having lots of problems coping with her mom's sudden death. to assist emily in her grief recovery, her father (robert de niro) decides to move emily and himself away from the hustle and bustle of manhattan to a quite, big, spooky country home in an isolated area </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111276272344506694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111276272344506694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111276272344506694' title='two psychological thriller movies'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111232564590686063</id><published>2005-04-01T09:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T10:43:27.630+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bogor, 23 maret 2005</title><summary type='text'>melewatkan sepanjang hari ulang tahun bersama-sama menjadi salah satu ritual baru yang ingin kami pelihara dalam pernikahan kami. karena ulang tahun suami tercinta jatuh pada hari kerja, kami pun sepakat mengambil satu hari cuti. setelah atraksi seru di pagi hari berupa permainan mencari harta karun dan sarapan nasi kuning yang khusus dimasak menyambut hari spesial, berangkatlah kami menuju kota </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111232564590686063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111232564590686063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111232564590686063' title='bogor, 23 maret 2005'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111102193726236943</id><published>2005-03-17T11:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T13:11:12.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>two feel-good movies centered on young boy(s) and set in europe between 1940s-1950s</title><summary type='text'>[review] i am davidset in a forced bulgarian labor camp in 1952, just after the end of ww 2, 'i am david' is based on 'north to freedom', an acclaimed novel by anne holm. david is a 12 year old boy who has lived all his life in that concentration camp with a group of grown man since his parents were arrested for their subversive politics. he knows nothing of the outside world except the cruel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111102193726236943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111102193726236943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111102193726236943' title='two feel-good movies centered on young boy(s) and set in europe between 1940s-1950s'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-111095919053202026</id><published>2005-03-16T14:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T07:38:34.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>[makansutra] bandung</title><summary type='text'>sosis &amp; steak : winner (halal)resto ini berlokasi di jl.geger kalong. ancer2nya: dari setiabudi belok kiri di belokan telkom (setelah suis butcher). maju terus sampai terlihat planknya di sebelah kiri. belok kiri di jalan yang menurun, *voila!* rumah kedua di sebelah kiri jalan. specialities di sini adalah thueringer (sosis super gede yang berbentuk tapal kuda) dan german bratwurst (sosis khas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111095919053202026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/111095919053202026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111095919053202026' title='[makansutra] bandung'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-110853321645577183</id><published>2005-02-16T12:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:53:36.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first experience with canon eos 20d</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110853321645577183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110853321645577183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110853321645577183' title='my first experience with canon eos 20d'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-110653749268641638</id><published>2005-01-24T07:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T13:56:01.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'>choosing your digital camera</title><summary type='text'>this post is dedicated to those who is considering buying a digital camera or migrating to a newer model. however, it's not meant for those who see their camera as just a point and shoot device, but more than that, as a creative device with which you can express your style and yourself.i am not a pro yet, nevertheless, i'm on my way to becoming a serious one more by learning by doing. with this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110653749268641638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110653749268641638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110653749268641638' title='choosing your digital camera'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-110464510817459046</id><published>2005-01-02T13:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T08:39:14.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>experiencing the christmas atmosphere in singapore</title><summary type='text'> this year singapore tourism board launched "christmas in the tropics"sparkling christmas lights &amp; ornaments are hanged all over the tropical trees that line the orchard roadthere are lots to do and seewe had a very comfortable trip without rainwe spent the whole week walking and walking and walkingthe mrt system works amazingly well -- ultra modern and ultra efficientit's really the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110464510817459046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110464510817459046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110464510817459046' title='experiencing the christmas atmosphere in singapore'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-110327495506076611</id><published>2004-12-17T16:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T16:15:55.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings</title><summary type='text'>as we are getting close to the special time of the year when we get more time to spend with our family and friends, we would like to wish everyone a very merry christmas and all the blessings of a new year</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but soon found himself embarrased to be seen playing house with the girls (pretend to bake cakes) or jumping with rubber string while the neighborhood boys are out racing bikes, kicking soccer balls &amp; pretending to be kung-fu fighters. adolescence </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110325554170185556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110325554170185556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110325554170185556' title='review: fan chan'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-110169795184475736</id><published>2004-11-29T10:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T11:06:26.456+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review: before sunset</title><summary type='text'>what if you had a second chance with the one that got away? end of year 1998, in a small villange in french, i met him for a first time. i was in my only 20s then, very young and fresh and also very naive. i guess we both were. the chemistry between us became stronger when we're in milan for a week. the city itself is a beautiful backdrop for this innocent young couple who spoke mix language - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110169795184475736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110169795184475736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110169795184475736' title='review: before sunset'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-110117221586480717</id><published>2004-11-23T07:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T08:25:56.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>canon's 5 megapixel powershot G5</title><summary type='text'>lately i've been in love with my digital camera and adobe photoshop. thanks to the long holiday i have enough time to improve my adobe skill. practice makes perfect. and just last week, both tommy and i had crush at the first sight with canon's 5 megapixel powershot G5. we're on our way to the parking lot when suddenly we stopped and became attracted by this black magnet. the condition made it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110117221586480717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110117221586480717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110117221586480717' title='canon&apos;s 5 megapixel powershot G5'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-110108639761375766</id><published>2004-11-22T07:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T08:37:26.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>extended holiday</title><summary type='text'>this year indonesians experienced an extended idul fitri holiday. for this important yearly event, a whole week was given by our new government so that individuals and families are able to travel comfortably to their villages before idul fitri and vice versa after the holiday. but most people skip work a few days before and after the holidays. *hey, it's the government who gave the mood of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110108639761375766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110108639761375766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110108639761375766' title='extended holiday'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-110066794163843506</id><published>2004-11-17T13:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:07:14.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>*on vacation*</title><summary type='text'>       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110066794163843506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/110066794163843506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110066794163843506' title='*on vacation*'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-109840871853488339</id><published>2004-10-22T08:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T12:56:27.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review: blue &amp; white</title><summary type='text'>in the 1990s, polish director krzysztof kieslowski directed a series of three interrelated movies titled "blue" (1993), "white" (1994) and "red" (1994), collectively known as the "three colors" trilogy. thanks to my friend, i've seen two of them already - blue &amp; white. "blue" is set in paris while "white" in warsaw &amp; mostly in polish (my father's native language). kieslowski (who died in 1996 at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/109840871853488339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/109840871853488339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109840871853488339' title='review: blue &amp; white'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-109832316231500985</id><published>2004-10-21T07:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:05:47.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review: piano teacher</title><summary type='text'>erika is a fortyish, brilliant yet strict and harsh piano teacher at a prestigious college in vienna. and still virgin. she is as strict on herself as well as her students. at school she rarely accentuates the positives to her students. her anger takes the form of verbal abuse to her students who are unable to achieve the artistic integrity she demands. she looks blankly out the window while her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/109832316231500985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/109832316231500985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109832316231500985' title='review: piano teacher'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-109455782653517491</id><published>2004-09-07T18:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T17:55:12.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big day</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/109455782653517491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/109455782653517491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109455782653517491' title='the big day'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-108735261278316922</id><published>2004-06-16T09:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:35:03.910+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review: love me if u dare a.k.a jeux d'enfants</title><summary type='text'>i always looove french movies. it's innovative and more creative than standard hollywood movies. its vibrant colors, quick cuts &amp; camera swoops, childlike fantasy sequency &amp; brilliant animated effects... they are all a nice break that u can never get from any other movie.unlike other romantic comedies, this one explores love as a potentially destructive one. the whole movie is about a game of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108735261278316922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108735261278316922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108735261278316922' title='review: love me if u dare a.k.a jeux d&apos;enfants'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-108477086495869735</id><published>2004-05-17T11:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T19:20:20.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>he said ...</title><summary type='text'>It came out as a spontaneous reaction when Stelly "dared" me to write in her blog... with full confidence I said to her "ok, no problem, I'll think of something for the topic"... *piece a cake*...My stupid mouth apparently got me into trouble...  it's more than a month and not even a single sentence I can put up... I tried to recall what I've been doing, all the moments, occurrence, occasions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108477086495869735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108477086495869735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108477086495869735' title='he said ...'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-108383918553995421</id><published>2004-05-06T17:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T17:59:07.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Google Guys: Seek and You Shall Find</title><summary type='text'>How did a couple of computer-science geeks transform themselves into global superstars? For the answer, do a search for a paper that Moscow-born Sergey Brin and Michigan native Larry Page wrote in 1997 when they were pursuing Ph.D.s in computer science at Stanford. The title, "The Anatomy of a Large-Scale Hypertextual Web Search Engine," doesn't trip off the tongue, but the authors get right to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108383918553995421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108383918553995421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108383918553995421' title='The Google Guys: Seek and You Shall Find'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-108331203816039678</id><published>2004-04-30T14:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T20:10:43.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Curiosity killed the cat"</title><summary type='text'> for some reason, i was curious about the saying - curiosity killed the cat. you all know this idiom that reminds us that being too curious can be dangerous. i wonder where and when did it came from. is it true that curiosity is that dangerous? is there really a cat on record died because it was too curious? why didn't curiosity kill the dog or mouse or chicken?as usual, i began my search on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108331203816039678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108331203816039678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108331203816039678' title='&quot;Curiosity killed the cat&quot;'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-108210985962543503</id><published>2004-04-16T10:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T16:37:49.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedplus preparation (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see. The longer I live the more my mind dwells upon the beauty and the wonder of the world. [John Burroughs]quote di atas sangat tepat menggambarkan perasaan saya, terutama di saat WEEKEND ketika waktu tampak enggan berkompromi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108210985962543503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108210985962543503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108210985962543503' title='wedplus preparation (part 2)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-108169804754201974</id><published>2004-04-11T22:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T15:10:00.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ullen sentalu</title><summary type='text'>ullen sentalu museum is located on the slopes of mt. merapi (kaliurang), about 25 km from yogyakarta's town center. it is far from traffic pollution &amp; crowds of malioboloro &amp; filled with cool &amp; fresh air. my friend promoted it as the best museum in yogyakarta. it is indeed exceptional, with fascinating displays which give rare insight into the little known inner lives of princesses &amp; queens.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108169804754201974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108169804754201974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169804754201974' title='ullen sentalu'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-108082260005247007</id><published>2004-04-01T19:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T20:22:00.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wedplus* preparation (part 1)</title><summary type='text'>since i don't have much time lately to write, i just put in here my letter to my friends last month...-------------------------monday, march 15, 2004knock knock!have a refreshed spirit everybody? hope u all are ready to get back to the jungle with newly-polished pair of boots.  sometimes i just feel i don't have enough weekends. the two days off a week are usually full with personal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108082260005247007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108082260005247007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082260005247007' title='wedplus* preparation (part 1)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-108061314457513845</id><published>2004-03-30T09:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T09:24:31.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'>comments on passion's review</title><summary type='text'>From: JSStelly, what I see is that you had explore it very deep. But something is missing here. I think the more important is the essence of the film. I do not want to argue the situation of the crucifixation. But I am very sure that there are still many ways to express Jesus' pain, love, and teachings. And it is not by the way Mel has done. I watched 'King of King' when I was six, and I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108061314457513845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108061314457513845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108061314457513845' title='comments on passion&apos;s review'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-108013152517662830</id><published>2004-03-24T14:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:16:35.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review : the passion of the christ</title><summary type='text'>thanks to long weekend i finally managed to see this controversial movie which has been continuously talked about. the film shows us the last twelve or so hours of jesus' life - the most horrific &amp; suffering chapter. there is blood and blood everywhere! the scourging scene is full with details of savage beatings and sadistic practices of the roman soldiers. one brutal scene remains etched into my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108013152517662830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/108013152517662830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108013152517662830' title='review : the passion of the christ'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107888664107301518</id><published>2004-03-10T08:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T14:44:40.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>losari coffee plantation - resort &amp; spa</title><summary type='text'> i knew losari resort the first time from dewi magazine. the photos looked so artistic &amp; the brief article raised my curiosity. so without thinking further, i put losari on my places-to-visit list when i travel to central java. and it proved to be a great place located in a great valley.losari is a small village in magelang regency, about two hours drive from semarang. it is far from the city </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107888664107301518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107888664107301518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107888664107301518' title='losari coffee plantation - resort &amp; spa'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107814097732003936</id><published>2004-03-01T18:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T20:47:08.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SayHiToMyMan'sShoe</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107814097732003936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107814097732003936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107814097732003936' title='SayHiToMyMan&apos;sShoe'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107785214795537242</id><published>2004-02-27T09:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T13:51:11.720+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"love actually" - a review of a british romcom*</title><summary type='text'> as u can see from the pic, the movie is filled with the well-known british actors who obviously have their own class. first experience as a director, richard curtis knows well the first rule of directing: 99 of it is casting. so he hired ONLY the best.love actually explores many different types of love -- love between siblings, love between parents &amp; children, love between spouses, unrequited </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107785214795537242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107785214795537242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785214795537242' title='&quot;love actually&quot; - a review of a british romcom*'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107663818956603229</id><published>2004-02-13T08:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T20:51:00.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'>gedangan (part 6)</title><summary type='text'>saint joseph church at jl. ronggowarsito is a pioneer of catholic church in indonesia. catholics in semarang didn't have their own prayer place until 1815, when st.joseph parish was built. gedangan church itself was built in 1875 by priest j. lijnen pr. here r the pics of the church taken in 1925 and 2004.as u can see, it still looks very artistic &amp; elegant with its color dominated by natural</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107663818956603229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107663818956603229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663818956603229' title='gedangan (part 6)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107508753826280526</id><published>2004-01-26T10:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T13:46:52.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sam po kong (part 5)</title><summary type='text'>Semarang is actually a commercial city, not a tourism destination. But the old city's name has been stamped internationally since the early 15th century when Admiral Cheng Ho (Zhenghe), a Muslim eunuch envoy from the Ming Dynasty, visited Semarang. He was sent on a mission to re-establish diplomatic and trade links with countries in Southeast Asia, India and eastern Africa. His huge fleet was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107508753826280526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107508753826280526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508753826280526' title='sam po kong (part 5)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107470155719287964</id><published>2004-01-21T23:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:42:12.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>toko oen (part 4)</title><summary type='text'>the story of toko oen, the city's oldest restaurant, begins in 1922 in yogyakarta with a housewife who had time on her hands. liem gien nio was the wife of oen tjoen hok, a chinese-indonesian lieutenant, who wanted something to do after finishing her housework. she was an expert cook of dutch &amp; chinese food, so she started making different types of cookies &amp; selling them, with her customers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107470155719287964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107470155719287964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470155719287964' title='toko oen (part 4)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107448466437303081</id><published>2004-01-19T10:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T11:46:33.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'> jiwasraya logo</title><summary type='text'>this is for leonard *hi, leonard!* the red dot on the center of the building below is the insurance company's logo : jiwasraya. it's their new logo, announced officially this month. the three scratches symbolize a big tree as shelter &amp; security provider. why 3? they said it means 3 steps that will always be developed : product, process &amp; people.it looks like this:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107448466437303081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107448466437303081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448466437303081' title=' jiwasraya logo'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107423885718591467</id><published>2004-01-16T13:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T13:57:08.440+07:00</updated><title type='text'>jiwasraya (part 3)</title><summary type='text'> this building across the road from gereja blenduk soon drew my attention. it was designed in 1916 by a famous dutch architect, thomas karsten, for the nilmij - a dutch insurance company. thomas arrived in "nederlandsch-indische" at 1914, when semarang city government was enthusiast in building big buildings. not only in semarang, thomas' opinion was also asked by other center java governments. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107423885718591467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107423885718591467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423885718591467' title='jiwasraya (part 3)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107422721580871301</id><published>2004-01-16T11:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T15:44:57.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'>gereja blenduk (part 2)</title><summary type='text'>gereja blenduk, a domed church located on jalan letjen suprapto, is the oldest christian church in central Java. it was built in 1753, 75 years after the voc extended its operation to semarang in January 1678. over the years, it was even a place to pray for the city's catholic community when they did not have their own church.'blenduk' is javanese word for an upside-down bowl of its dome. its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107422721580871301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107422721580871301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422721580871301' title='gereja blenduk (part 2)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107414641762794342</id><published>2004-01-15T10:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T11:24:53.186+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lawang sewu (part 1)</title><summary type='text'>hi! hv been a while not updating my blog, i'll start with pics &amp; words from my trip to center java. i love travelling and more than that, i enjoy arranging my travel schedule, looking for places i should not miss while i'm at one place. so, based on what i'm learning through some readings, here are some places center java has to offer... starting with the old town of semarang, where we can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107414641762794342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107414641762794342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107414641762794342' title='lawang sewu (part 1)'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107234726571580788</id><published>2003-12-25T17:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T09:30:53.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>joy to the world</title><summary type='text'> this picture was created by my office's graphic designer for the corporate christmas cards. SMILE everyone, it's christmas! spread the cheers to people around u. we have all the gifts needed to make us smile... a loving family, people who loves &amp; cares about us, hot meals, warm shelter, and warm memories enough to make us smile. :)Somewhere in my memoryChristmas joys all around meLiiving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107234726571580788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107234726571580788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107234726571580788' title='joy to the world'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107206211178638900</id><published>2003-12-22T08:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:31:19.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review: monsoon wedding</title><summary type='text'> this foreign film has been calling me to watch it and i'm glad i finally managed to see it. this review falls in the "better late than never" category then. and the topic is still revolving around "marriage". :)an upper middle-class indian family is preparing for the gala wedding of their daughter. as everyone is aware, preparing for a wedding can be an incredibly stressful experience, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107206211178638900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107206211178638900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107206211178638900' title='review: monsoon wedding'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107121701043536114</id><published>2003-12-12T14:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T16:37:00.840+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is marriage anyway?</title><summary type='text'>one of my friend made a long written discussion questioning the meaning of marriage. we could find that it has become a method - a formal, well mannered method to reproduce ourselves to keep our existence in this world. but for him, marriage, basically, is a matter of trusting each other, become one, as team, building a solid collaboration of different origin and making a new blend of couples </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107121701043536114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107121701043536114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121701043536114' title='what is marriage anyway?'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-107120240677018714</id><published>2003-12-12T10:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T11:14:13.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what do u do when u find a person whose simple existence makes u need nothing else.how do u explain how u BELIEVE that with him, everything is going to be okay.how do u explain when marriage is your greatest fear and yet u found it comfortable to discuss with him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107120240677018714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/107120240677018714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107120240677018714' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106956614912725252</id><published>2003-11-23T11:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T12:42:57.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this upcoming week is a long idul fitri holiday for most of us here. banks &amp; offices close for a week and thousands of jakarta residents make an annual exodus of mudik (going home) by various means of transportation - buses, trains, ships, cars, motorcycle... they are going back to their hometown to celebrate the post-fasting month. it's a tradition which is hard to avoid eventhough it's really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106956614912725252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106956614912725252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106956614912725252' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106924390582967798</id><published>2003-11-19T18:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T19:15:59.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'>our fragile life</title><summary type='text'>how fragile our life is. one second we can be talking face to face with our friend, the next two seconds we get news that he has a car accident. everything can change in a single moment. i'm glad my friend is all right. it's not even his fault as he's about to take the ticket in the toll road line and suddenly a truck hit his car. how unpredictable the situation can be. always wear your seat belt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106924390582967798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106924390582967798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106924390582967798' title='our fragile life'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106877978980516859</id><published>2003-11-14T09:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:18:47.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'>equilibrium</title><summary type='text'>dzien dobry, everyone! (good morning, polish)finally, i exercised! together with 3 other friends who have the same spirit, hopefully i'm able to keep this up, at least 3 days a week. it really felt great to touch the water again... :) now some tips from the expert... *who? ME, of course! ;D* we must find time for the things important to us. HEALTH is the number one priority. it means eat, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106877978980516859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106877978980516859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106877978980516859' title='equilibrium'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106861202324329380</id><published>2003-11-12T11:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T11:40:33.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny how life can play us sometimes. at the time i've decided something, several temptations showed up as if testing me whether it is really the way i want it or whether i'm able to resist those tempting offerings.. sometimes i feel like i'm truman in "truman show" and my move was watched by other viewers-whom-i don't know-who. talking 'bout truman show and all reality shows produced and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106861202324329380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106861202324329380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861202324329380' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106854776241211844</id><published>2003-11-11T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T17:57:40.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's is something in the air last night!</title><summary type='text'>i couldn't sleep last night. was it because of the heat? or perhaps i was too excited to sleep? one of those nights when i couldn't sleep was when i got invitation to come &amp; stay for 3 months in french. i was too excited that night as it was the first time for me to go abroad. the other night i couldn't get my brain to shut down was when i got hospitalized for the first time. and then there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106854776241211844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106854776241211844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106854776241211844' title='there&apos;s is something in the air last night!'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106818485496231935</id><published>2003-11-07T09:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:47:55.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'>equality in domestic area</title><summary type='text'>i was astonished to know that my friend looks for a wife who is willing to SERVE him. it's one of the criterias he put on his list except the woman must be also beautiful, smart, understanding, listen to him, and not stubborn. i cannot believe that idea really comes from my friend who is living and working in modern society and belong to those so-called new generation. ok lah, he was raised in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106818485496231935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106818485496231935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818485496231935' title='equality in domestic area'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106809140662760895</id><published>2003-11-06T10:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T11:17:56.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i finally moved to a new room upstairs with a big help from mbak as and her little daughter, also should not forget to mention my muscled friend *or at least soon-to-be-muscled-man hehehe*. thanks to them the process didn't take too long. alone we can do so little, together we can do so much, right?! so everything is in the right place now - the bed, the desk, the table, the mini compo. i love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106809140662760895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106809140662760895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809140662760895' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106808728640816097</id><published>2003-11-06T09:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:29:05.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of letting go</title><summary type='text'>long time ago i sent an encouraging e-mail to my singaporean friend and can't believe he still keeps it until now... here's his warm e-mail sent to me this morning... &gt; Stelly&gt; &gt; whenever I'm down or disappointed, I will read wat u hv sent below.&gt; &gt; Thanks for yr friendship&gt; &gt; Les...so thought i'd share that encouraging message to u all...The Art of Letting GoDr. Alan Zimmerman's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106808728640816097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106808728640816097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106808728640816097' title='the art of letting go'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106782505432723417</id><published>2003-11-03T08:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T09:11:24.430+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's monday again!</title><summary type='text'>it's enough now. i have to move upstairs. when i came this morning and saw my shoes weren't at the position they should be i've already guessed there must be something wrong. so helped by mbak as, i opened the carpets, with the agreement to look for a room upstairs after i come back from the office. hopefully there is still one good room left for me *which i doubt*. i like my room now, although </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106782505432723417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106782505432723417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106782505432723417' title='it&apos;s monday again!'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106743553200899814</id><published>2003-10-29T19:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T09:09:02.180+07:00</updated><title type='text'>delicious food</title><summary type='text'>lately i've been eating lots of delicious food... *thanks, god* and almost all of them didn't cost me.. hehehe... here's the list:- starting with last friday night when i had a rendezvous with my junior high school friends at pisa cafe. my choice was "spagheti-gindara-spinach" *or something like that* i looooove smashed spinach so much, especially when it's served with homemade mashed potato. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106743553200899814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106743553200899814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106743553200899814' title='delicious food'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106687719353569835</id><published>2003-10-23T09:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:25:19.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review: the magdalene sisters</title><summary type='text'> it's review time again, folks, and today we're going to ireland, in the mid 1960s. this film is not fiction. it tells the real fact about a church-run asylum in ireland (run by sisters of mercy), where catholic girls were sent by their families, for years, sometimes lifetimes, for unjust reasons. the story centers on 3 teenage girls who were sent to the asylum to be spiritually rehabilitated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106687719353569835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106687719353569835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106687719353569835' title='review: the magdalene sisters'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106658123037063277</id><published>2003-10-19T23:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:05:36.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review: what a wonderful world :(</title><summary type='text'>lots of interesting things happened lately. well interesting to me would be boring to u, but i'm gonna tell u anyway, my fellow readers. coz... that's the whole purpose of what this blog is all about... right?! *wink wink*  shall we begin... (warning: i have a feeling that this will be a looooong entry).starting with the movie i saw on friday night: "bowling for columbine". this is a brillian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106658123037063277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106658123037063277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106658123037063277' title='review: what a wonderful world :('/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106630094835698623</id><published>2003-10-16T17:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T17:42:28.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>game</title><summary type='text'>do u know "the missionaries &amp; cannibals puzzle"? it's about 3 missionaries and 3 cannibals who wish to cross the river but they have a problem of not ever leaving one missionary with more than one cannibal or otherwise they'll eat him. i just received its flash version from one colleague in surabaya and it's reminded me of my brother's assignment long time ago that i helped to solve. it's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106630094835698623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106630094835698623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106630094835698623' title='game'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106619264645152653</id><published>2003-10-15T09:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:06:24.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'>about becoming mom</title><summary type='text'>got a message on my mobile : "dear stelly, dah ke dokter kmrn malem &amp; positif - doain gue yg dah mo jadi mami2 ya biar anak gue cantik &amp; pintar kayak elu. hehehe. thank u ste... :-]" *translation: "dear stelly, have seen the doctor last night &amp; POSITIVE - please pray for me who is about to become a mom so that my child will be pretty and clever like you.*this sweet friend of mine married last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106619264645152653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106619264645152653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106619264645152653' title='about becoming mom'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106609430371321748</id><published>2003-10-14T08:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:08:14.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip A Dee Doo Dah</title><summary type='text'>life is a mix of joy and sadness. yesterday we just smiled, who knows for sure today we won't burst into tears? sometimes i'm so fragile it hurts my body. there r times when i'm sort of running out energy and have no spirit at all to do anything. i'm not used to feeling like this but when this feeling comes and overwhelmes me, i'm such a needy child inside and that scares me. but thanks to enough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106609430371321748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106609430371321748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609430371321748' title='Zip A Dee Doo Dah'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106561169459655053</id><published>2003-10-08T17:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:28:15.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review: jeepers creepers!</title><summary type='text'>last night i saw this not-so-good movie, jeepers creepers 2. i was actually expecting a horror movie but what i got was a flying demon who appeared more than he should. the teen conversation is so bored and dumb. no wonder there are only 7 of us in the theatre. but what does jeepers creepers mean? hopefully it's included in my cambridge dictionary. it's an exclamation expressing a surprise. it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106561169459655053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106561169459655053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106561169459655053' title='review: jeepers creepers!'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106549627191501028</id><published>2003-10-07T10:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:11:34.136+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review: the italian job</title><summary type='text'> on saturday night i watched "the italian job" which is full of chasing scenes. only once in the beginning the scene is so calm - it is when they shoot the beautiful venice canals. but soon its intense tension kept my adrenaline pumping. new bmw mini coopers become the stars in the movie, and also charlize theron. i've seen her movies before like the devil's advocate, that thing u do, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106549627191501028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106549627191501028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106549627191501028' title='review: the italian job'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106528809839160140</id><published>2003-10-04T23:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T00:21:38.310+07:00</updated><title type='text'>one too-early-morning</title><summary type='text'>one too-early-morning, i got a message on my phone from my friend : "if someone like you and that someone is occupied, what should he do?" at that time i need to re-read the sentence twice before i can understand the meaning correctly. and since my friend sent it at 2 am in the morning, i guess it must be HE himself who was struggling with the question, trying to find an answer. so my friend like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106528809839160140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106528809839160140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106528809839160140' title='one too-early-morning'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106508337702409459</id><published>2003-10-02T14:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T15:30:11.173+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just asked building maintenance crew to reduce the ac vent above my head. it's usually very cold here that i have to wear a few layers of clothing. besides, too much exposure to an ac will make our skin dry, right?!tomorrow i'm going to survey ciputra hotel swimming pool. i've called them asking about the price. it's reasonable - 300thousand rupiahs for 3 months, opens from 6am to 10 pm. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106508337702409459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106508337702409459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106508337702409459' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106497569419804307</id><published>2003-10-01T09:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:13:44.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage test</title><summary type='text'>got an email with "how about getting married" attachment. and here's my result:TYPE DYou don't have much fantasy towards marriage. You think marriage is taking away your freedom and privacy, and this is what you are trying so hard to avoid. You feel very irritated when someone stops you from doing something you like. Although you want to have a partner, you don't want to get married, so that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106497569419804307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106497569419804307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106497569419804307' title='marriage test'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106490914996354727</id><published>2003-09-30T12:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:34:26.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ally</title><summary type='text'>let me write about my daily do yesterday night, but this time i use mixed language.setiba gue di kost dari kantor, mbak as, pembantu kost, langsung menyambut gue dengan permintaan maaf. otak gue yg suka berpikir cepat langsung bereaksi... *wah,jangan-jangan baju gue ada yg rusak disetrika mbak as* ternyata, oh ternyata, kamar gue kebanjiran air keran kamar mandi yg lupa ditutup oleh seorang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106490914996354727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106490914996354727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106490914996354727' title='ally'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106482188132704753</id><published>2003-09-29T14:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T08:32:30.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> yesterday my friend who just finished his study in scotland visited me. he brought a beautiful tartan skirt, together with a john rutter "requiem" cd. but my heart was broken when i opened it and found no disc inside. first i think it was a joke. but then i realized that i opened a SEALED case. how could that happen?? what a good packaging department they have... :( john rutter is my fave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106482188132704753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106482188132704753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106482188132704753' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106448599375035862</id><published>2003-09-25T17:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T17:33:13.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi josh! it's very easy to fall in love with u. your voice is so mature and your poise is awesome. please continue to spread the joy through your charisma and talent to others. so u want to know about my sweet friend? well, he lives nearby so we meet from time to time, mostly to have our dinner together. he is a thoughtful friend whose thoughtfulness impressed me sometimes. at first he's not so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106448599375035862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106448599375035862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106448599375035862' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106437258143055194</id><published>2003-09-24T10:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T11:25:10.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> hai! greetings from me! so u've seen my concert last night. how do u like it? did the songs speak to your heart personally? which song u like the most? what do u think of angie stone who accompanied me singing "the prayer"? i heard some complaints from people that her voice is maybe fine for pop songs but not for pop classical ones. they rather replace the dvd with me &amp; charlotte church version</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106437258143055194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106437258143055194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437258143055194' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106431517373262851</id><published>2003-09-23T17:59:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T11:58:23.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'>chevrolet</title><summary type='text'>i don't know much about car. but yesterday when i was introduced to a guy who drove a car with which i am not familiar, i was attracted to his car logo. it is a cross sign, like this:  when i looked for an article about chevrolet in indonesia, i found out an interesting story behind it. it seemed that in 1995 general motors chose "opel" as its brand for asian instead of "chevrolet". that's why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106431517373262851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106431517373262851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106431517373262851' title='chevrolet'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-10638558002700610</id><published>2003-09-18T10:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T09:40:33.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><summary type='text'>just now i saw several horrible pictures showing torture by indonesian people, especially dayak tribe, which were sent via e-mail by my friend who knows exactly how to ruin my morning.i've seen these pictures before, about two years ago when there's ethic violence in sampit between dayaks and madurese.it's an ancient and bloody practise of head hunting - the young man had to look for a head of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/10638558002700610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/10638558002700610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10638558002700610' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106336162136627049</id><published>2003-09-12T16:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:59:22.453+07:00</updated><title type='text'>to where you are</title><summary type='text'>"death is a challenge. it tells us not to waste time...it tells us to tell each other right now that we love each other."(leo f. buscaglia) today i heard about the death of one pastor i know. time and time again, in many little ways, i am reminded that life is short. i've heard this statement several times that we should live each day as if it were our last. for me, it means that i would do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106336162136627049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106336162136627049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106336162136627049' title='to where you are'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106330010733147153</id><published>2003-09-11T23:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T11:07:52.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'>have a bountiful life!</title><summary type='text'>for quite some time i've choosed not to play safe in my life. i always cherish new encounter and new relationship. i open myself to people who appreciate me, care about me and want to know me. what is most essential for me is that i enjoy sharing time and experiences, friendship, romance, or whatever with that person... i find myself relaxed, laughing, sharing whatever is important to me and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106330010733147153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106330010733147153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106330010733147153' title='have a bountiful life!'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106309443668116712</id><published>2003-09-09T15:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T15:46:24.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>people aren't always what they seem</title><summary type='text'>i mentioned to my friend yesterday that "things aren't always as they seem" when he judged my relationship condition based only on limited facts he knew. and now i learned other valuable lesson from him. it's easy to quickly judge someone based solely on parts of his actions and words. but when u really get to know him/her, u can definetely change your mind. to do that, u only need to give him/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106309443668116712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106309443668116712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106309443668116712' title='people aren&apos;t always what they seem'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106309240116640225</id><published>2003-09-09T14:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T14:33:49.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>time really does fly!</title><summary type='text'>how fast time flies! this morning when i remembered to wish "happy birthday" to a friend, it seemed just like a while ago i wished him the same. some people said, the older u get the faster it goes. a year as a child seems like a life time but as an adult it seems like never enough time. the shift comes so gently we don't notice the progression until we look back and realize we are already in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106309240116640225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106309240116640225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106309240116640225' title='time really does fly!'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106293545985979195</id><published>2003-09-07T18:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T08:39:25.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first, some words about my last post. don't get me wrong, it wasn't as if i don't want to get married. i'll do one day, IF i meet the one. as i don't have enough confidence yet on my current relationship, it wouldn't do me any good to even think about it. life is too short to go through without having the love i want in my life. but i'm not afraid with the prospect of being alone. it's better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106293545985979195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106293545985979195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106293545985979195' title=''/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106273853826197592</id><published>2003-09-05T12:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T13:49:00.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoy your life!</title><summary type='text'>i was overwhelmed with grief when i heard my friend's story about how he broke up with his girlfriend. it brought me back to my own ending-relationship memories which were of course belong to those unhappy parts of my life. saying goodbye to someone who is already very close to us, who has become a part of our life, who has filled up our days with his company ... is not easy at all. but hey, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106273853826197592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106273853826197592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106273853826197592' title='enjoy your life!'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106258373090354256</id><published>2003-09-03T17:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T17:17:33.163+07:00</updated><title type='text'>gira con me</title><summary type='text'>when i first heard josh groban, i was only a fan of his english songs... until my friend lent me the cd and i could enjoy his italian songs as well. in fact, the italian lyrics give more classic nuances to the song. his album is truly enchanting! salute to john for his incredible voice. hard to believe he's only 19.one of his italian songs that steals my heart is "gira con me". here's a part of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106258373090354256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106258373090354256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106258373090354256' title='gira con me'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106234631648453975</id><published>2003-08-31T23:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:33:42.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>review *female soldier &amp; pirates issues*</title><summary type='text'>i saw 2 movies yesterday. first the '99 john travolta's film: "general's daughter". it's about a beautiful &amp; intelligent female soldier who was gang-raped &amp; tortured by her fellow soldiers during her exercise at west point - a military training school. her father (a general), who should protect her above any things, asked her to forget it ever happened and not report the crime for the sake of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106234631648453975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106234631648453975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106234631648453975' title='review *female soldier &amp; pirates issues*'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741685.post-106212615502332883</id><published>2003-08-29T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:53:32.813+07:00</updated><title type='text'>soul mate?</title><summary type='text'>my first post. thanks to a dear friend of mine who made it possible for me to start blogging. *hope this will encourage u to write more often as well ;)*let me begin with the highlight of the day.as i went home with my kind neighbour this evening, we're involved in this endless-and-always-interesting topic about 'soul mate'. he asked me first how come i don't have any plan yet to 'tie the knot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106212615502332883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741685/posts/default/106212615502332883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellymaria.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106212615502332883' title='soul mate?'/><author><name>Stelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07633056500701270855</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
