tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76177413084780523612011-11-28T07:13:00.293+07:00Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617741308478052361.post-7354248991781740032008-12-08T10:36:00.003+07:002008-12-08T10:59:43.152+07:00<div id="partnerprofile" class="mea1"> <p>Eyeka bekerjasama dengan British Council Indonesia membuka kesempatan untuk fotografer Indonesia (WNI) menampilkan karya fotografi fesyen dan model terbaik dalam kompetisi <b>Indonesia Photo Challenge</b>.</p> <p><b>TEMA/TOPIK FOTO</b><br />Segala hal yang berhubungan dengan Fashion, Catwalk atau Model (model tidak harus menggunakan model terkenal, bisa siapa saja)</p> <p><b>PESERTA</b><br />Hanya untuk Warga Negara Indonesia yang ada di mana saja</p> <p><b>HADIAH</b><br />Satu(1) orang pemenang akan berkesempatan ke Inggris menghadiri LONDON FASHION WEEK dan INTERNATIONAL YOUNG CREATIVE ENTERPRENEUR (IYCE) FASHION AWARD di London pada bulan Februari 2009. Keberangkatan Pemenang akan dilakukan dari Jakarta ATAU Singapore saja. </p> <p>Silahkan kunjungi:<br /> <a href="http://www.britishcouncil.or.id/" target="_blank">Situs British Council Indonesia </a><br /> <a href="http://www.londonfashionweek.co.uk/" target="_blank">Situs London Fashion Week 2009</a><br /><a href="http://www.britishcouncil.org/indonesia-creativity-iycey-2008.htm" target="_blank">Situs Young Creative Entreprneur (IYCE) Fashion Award 2009 </a> </p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617741308478052361-735424899178174003?l=zamro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617741308478052361.post-27413416870721838262008-03-11T22:33:00.000+07:002008-03-11T22:36:54.196+07:00i'm all mixed up with this feeling...<br />i'm confused..<br /><br /><br />i feel sorry for myself...<br />so sorry.. i'm affraid i'm not passed this test of my life..<br /><br />damn... i wanna puke right now...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617741308478052361-2741341687072183826?l=zamro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617741308478052361.post-47268906029477620612008-03-09T23:40:00.000+07:002008-03-10T00:14:35.534+07:00i've lost my auntie... seven days already now...<br /><br />it was sad..<br /><br />but the strange is.. i don't cry at all... as if she already passed away for along time...<br /><br />i missed her... love her....<br /><br />I hope she will be alright in another life there...<br /><br />Good bye my auntie... i love you so...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617741308478052361-4726890602947762061?l=zamro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617741308478052361.post-30244309418974589182008-03-07T01:51:00.000+07:002008-03-07T01:55:01.015+07:00i'd rather be gone then strangle here in the middle of nowhere....<br /><br />upset about nothing....<br /><br />confused about nothing...<br /><br />damn about nothing....<br /><br />wrinkled about nothing...<br /><br />dear God.... I'm totally lost out here....<br /><br />please help..?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617741308478052361-3024430941897458918?l=zamro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617741308478052361.post-44480070507887317692008-02-25T21:43:00.000+07:002008-02-29T00:21:56.143+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7vEnOoFjwvA/R8btn1ehGPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fldj4n1wjRk/s1600-h/awkward+smile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 80px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7vEnOoFjwvA/R8btn1ehGPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fldj4n1wjRk/s400/awkward+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172082490707351794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7vEnOoFjwvA/R8bs7VehGOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UtJUBasZWNU/s1600-h/awkward+smile.jpg"><br /></a></div> <span style="font-family:arial;">have you seen my girl? i haven't found her yet.. is it you? or is it someone far away just thinking of me??</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">have you seen my girl? or someone who's life was praying to find her mate...</span><br /><br />I'm<span style="font-family:arial;"> worried about my thoughts now.. </span>I'm<span style="font-family:arial;"> worried about things that never happen and only happened in my mind... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">do i so naif to ever think like that? or do i so full of crapped just talking and blabbering about it all the time??</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">still hoping... and believing... have you ever think like i did?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617741308478052361-4448007050788731769?l=zamro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617741308478052361.post-55853373241234644322008-02-12T21:47:00.001+07:002008-02-17T22:04:52.442+07:00everyday i'm doin' this routine...<br />wake up in the morning... take a bath... eat my breakfast... starting my two wheels engine...up..up.. and away... passing by the usual route from my house to the office... three red lights i have to pass.. racing with others two-wheeled and four-wheeled engine.. sniffing bad exhaust from it...<br />roaming the engine wheel... and by the second i already in the office..<br />Doin' daily work... sittin' in front of the computer and start to get everythin' done perfectly..<br />and in the end of the day it's time to me to go home riding my motorcycle again....<br /><br />gosh.. i feel like i'm so thankfull of my life now...<br /><br />but wait.....<br /><br />i think there's something missing... yeah...<br />i do think i miss the feeling of being missed from someone..<br />yeah.. i do feel like my conciences said to me everyday...<br /><br />"<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">man... your life is perfect now... but man... do you have someone to share your beautiful life like these..? c'mon... man... find your lover girl immediately.. </span>"<br /><br />hehe... it tickles me... for sure i want to fall in love again... i really do...<br />but what can i do now... i just haven't found her... at least not yet...<br /><br />i dreamt about it everyday.. that someday she will emerge out of the blue and suddenly we jump into each other and i see alot of sparkle on her wonderfull eyes.. the chemistry that i had forgotten along..along time...<br /><br />should i wait for one more year to feel that kind of experiences....?<br /><br />i guess i must be patient and live this life as usual... plain.. alone.. and forsaken...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617741308478052361-5585337324123464432?l=zamro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617741308478052361.post-11896880405365406492008-02-11T01:58:00.000+07:002008-02-11T02:20:50.476+07:00its really hard to understand about mylife..<br /><br />too plain to live with.. and too pathetic to describe.. one second you appear like an angel to someone but one second you appear like full of rubbish to anybody.<br /><br />well i did my chores, and i don't regret it now.<br /><br />for some of you who thinks that your life was a mess... think again. Because you should realize that it wasn't so bad after all.<br /><br />what you did in the past was a lesson for present and future.<br /><br />should you change? don't ... don't change yourself for the sake of happinness of everyone, change it as you want it to be like.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617741308478052361-1189688040536540649?l=zamro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617741308478052361.post-33458616719763664732008-02-05T01:14:00.000+07:002008-02-05T01:19:11.420+07:00<em></em><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7vEnOoFjwvA/R6dWmkPK-pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jXZA3FTGUW4/s1600-h/gaple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163190718365891218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7vEnOoFjwvA/R6dWmkPK-pI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jXZA3FTGUW4/s400/gaple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>"<em>JONGKOK</em>" Punishment for loosing the game "gaple"</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617741308478052361-3345861671976366473?l=zamro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7617741308478052361.post-38413593743563967772008-02-05T00:08:00.000+07:002008-02-05T00:49:53.221+07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7vEnOoFjwvA/R6dPSUPK-lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qvx3t2bADKs/s1600-h/life+is+fun_resize.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163182673892145746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7vEnOoFjwvA/R6dPSUPK-lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/qvx3t2bADKs/s320/life+is+fun_resize.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>what would you rather be.......</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>living with lies... or face the fact that life hasn't been good to you...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>what would you rather do...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>sittin' around in your room with your eyebrow moves up and down.. or walkin' by the isle and let your feet do the thinking....</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>should we feel like others feel...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>or should we be an awkward and disregarded person who's mind are floating to seek an ammend..</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>our journey to seek a better life in this world must not neglect the originated of ourselves.</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>to be a human in this world must not denied ourselves as a part of social group which sometimes you don't want to be a part of it...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>though life gives us measures....should you learn to ignite your inner bounderies with others...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>learn, watch and stand up.....</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>life is a miracle... death is our destiny...</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7617741308478052361-3841359374356396777?l=zamro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vale Ojek!http://www.blogger.com/profile/02061668053170509508noreply@blogger.com0