<?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-971766802783431605</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:23:59.178+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Time called LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>A way out from BOREDOM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-5581940241947055869</id><published>2009-11-21T11:15:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:45:14.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, its time for FUN</title><content type='html'>Finally, All Done. All of those tired nites doing assignment. And now I'm in a mood of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;There are some excited moment in the last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for a house in Wattletree road(its parallel to Dandenong Road). Applied and got contact the next day said that the tenant was so happy and they agree to let us rent the house. Damn. shocking and happy in the same time. Yesterday i just sign the contract and will move to the new house on 8th of December. I am happy. Thats really the words that i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back for Christmas. Im so excited. Booked the ticket already and will be back on 10th of December. So damn excited. Meeting my mom, dad and little sis. Goin to meet my lovely friends as well. And meetin Js and Ir are the most exciting part(lols). Hopefully they are happy to see me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im on my 3 months break. Really nothing much to do. Just playing around, spending time, use time unwisely. I think thats the point of holiday. Doing unimportant stuff and wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thinks thats all for update. Today i will go to DAVINCI's ANATOMY Exhibition. Hopefully it will be a great exhibition. Actually hoping to Go with Aya. But she is damn busy this week. So Going with my cousin and a friend of his. I will give you a nice report Aya.. Lols...&lt;br /&gt;Well Have a nice day Everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-5581940241947055869?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5581940241947055869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=5581940241947055869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/5581940241947055869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/5581940241947055869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-its-time-for-fun.html' title='Finally, its time for FUN'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-8111718049292438978</id><published>2009-11-05T23:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T00:03:45.338+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning ahead</title><content type='html'>Hmm what my plan for this new year. I'm almost 20 now...&lt;br /&gt;The big 2 and 0...&lt;br /&gt;A lot of stuff happened this year... really a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;and lucky I've learned a lot from those stuff. From getting to Uni life.. Getting to know new peeps.. New knowledges. New problems. New solutions... Yeah really I can't tell every single of it. But the best thing is that now I'm 20 this December...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big 20.. Really need to improve my self. My habits, my way of thinking, my experience in life, my emotions... and I planning to get a GF this year. hopefully everything will be alrite... God please.... help me for this one. I really need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning to go back to Indo on the 1st of January 2010.. Or even on 10th of Desember if &lt;br /&gt;I got a ticket. but the most important part is Moving to new home. I hope new home, new experience and new habits... really excited to move to new house... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing much happened right now.. just realizing I'm almost 20 now....&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;Good nite for now and meet you at next update...&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-8111718049292438978?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8111718049292438978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=8111718049292438978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/8111718049292438978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/8111718049292438978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning ahead'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-4324887772087929593</id><published>2009-10-30T11:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:22:28.413+11:00</updated><title type='text'>updating blog : checked</title><content type='html'>Its been a month since the las update that i made... A lot of things happened.. where should we start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister finally here in Melbourne. My mom came to accompany her. I was really happy, excited and nervous at the same time. I'm happy coz now we are closed, in one city. &lt;br /&gt;Excited because yeah we are closed and nervous because my sister is here means more responsibility for me.. But well I just want to say Welcome to Melbourne. In 2 weeks time my mom was here. I was very damn happy. And when the time she going back to indo, it was the sadest and happiest moment... She cried when she hug my sister. I bet that is a tear of joy. I could stand not crying. I cried, a bit.. Hahahah but well Hopefully you enjoy Melb as i did sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend also here. Cecep and Deny was here now. Welcome to Melbourne As well for you guys. If there is anything that u need to ask, just ask me. hopefully i can help you guys... We will start a new adventure together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing is moving on. I'm planning to move to other place with my cousin.. Im so excited. Starting something new in my life... hopefully everything gonna be alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two scores are out. I got 2 Distinction marks. I will post both my works here.. Maybe tomorrow... Now I need to go back to work. Just a few weeks time before my summer break.. 13th of November is the last day of uni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is my update. and good bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-4324887772087929593?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4324887772087929593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=4324887772087929593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/4324887772087929593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/4324887772087929593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/updating-blog-checked.html' title='updating blog : checked'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-5217886006350299440</id><published>2009-09-29T23:45:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:42:15.349+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You always made my day</title><content type='html'>There is a description said, a good friend is a friend who were there when you are in sad and happy time. A true friend will be there where even you need. A true friend never leaves you alone in you sad time. A true friend never lead you to the darkness. A true friend always know when to make you happy or to comfort you. A true friend will be there to fill you boring day, to make your day a "Day". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11 p.m. There is nothing fun happened today but a call make my day. It was from my best friend calling me.You know what, u've just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to sleep now, a great day will come tomorrow.. Good nite world, good nite people and good nite to you .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-5217886006350299440?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5217886006350299440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=5217886006350299440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/5217886006350299440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/5217886006350299440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-always-made-my-day.html' title='You always made my day'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-6440029237790063422</id><published>2009-09-27T23:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:09:00.577+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another story happened</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since the last blog that wrote. This is becoz, simply I'm not really in the mood to write something. And really I'm so moody today, thats why its really good to write something when you feeling down, becoz it will express everything inside your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start from.....&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago when I told my friend that I like her. And guess what... She said that she just going to be a best friend for me. And yeah I think I have to set some boundaries in this relationship. And this relationship ends here, friendship. I really cannot told her that I really disappointed becoz it will make her disapointed. So I must face this and somehow learn to accept that we are just meant to be best friend. Hopefully that everything will be alright and nothing gonna change between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Nothing gonna change between us, but my mindset must be change for several moments. I'm want to say the I'm really sorry if I were dragged by this feeling toward conversations between us. I need some time to adapt to the situation. Other that that, she really great being my best friend and after I said everything she even not slightly change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share and really tell you why I kind of into her. First, she is the one who first greet me in Melbourne. We were kind of in the "same" line which is design. Many moments we both spend together, happy, sad, confusing, lost(if she remember), and some other great time together. Even at that time I just act the she is my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments that we spend make me know her more and somehow begin to like her. The feeling goes even more deeper that she said that she won't be back studying in Melb. I was really shocked and really dont know what to do. The last few moments together in Melb, the time that she packing her stuff. I really spend the moment with her intensively. And I really cannot hide my feeling the moment we spend our time in Moombaa Festival. I stay quiet the whole night, thinking that this may be the last moment that I will spend with her and I really want to make it damn good. But I guess i did not succeed in it. The moment came and at the last day she is Malb, I cant hide my emotion again. I really spend the night thinking of her. Really hard for me for few days after she gone back to Indo. Well, I guess I have to stop here. Some other stuff, I think just the both of us who need to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another story. Today's story is that my few months plan happened. Today I just went to Tulip Farm with some of my friend. It was really awesome beside the really damn bad weather. Other than that, i really enjoy this trip. and somehow really wants my other best friend to be here enjoying the best of Melbourne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the story of today and wondering what would happened tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;"Knowing you really the best part of my life, and I did not regret to meet you. You fill my blank pages of my life, You really teach me how to be a mature person."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-6440029237790063422?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6440029237790063422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=6440029237790063422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/6440029237790063422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/6440029237790063422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-day-another-story-happened.html' title='Another Day, Another story happened'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-6051200692987838367</id><published>2009-09-16T00:45:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:55:21.904+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Force</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdw12p72_w0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdw12p72_w0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-6051200692987838367?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6051200692987838367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=6051200692987838367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/6051200692987838367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/6051200692987838367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='The Force'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-9168167484276466257</id><published>2009-09-15T21:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:30:32.637+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Should i Be Here?</title><content type='html'>Where am i, Should i be here in Melbourne studying Multimedia Design in Swinburne University of Technology. Never thought before this few years being in melboure studying Multimedia design. Never though that I want to be a designer on day. Never though that I should take this carrer for my future life. Its just begin from my friend's animation work and at that moment I think that it was so damn awesome. Just like that i begin to jump into the "design"world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes several thought running through my mind. Sometimes well cooking is another cool job, being a chef behind the stove cooking and satisfied hundred peeps waiting hungry of my surprices with my cooks. but some times I want to be one of those famous musician or even in a group of band. Taking music as my carrerr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what should I do, i guess now I must finish the path that I took and see how it goes. Deep inside of my, i guess, there is a part called designer. But i havn't revealed the whole part yet. Maybe tommorow I'm a teacher, a businessman, a sailor man or maybe just a designer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ever takin me to, I guess I will stay in this path for a moment and rethink what I'm thinking right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-9168167484276466257?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9168167484276466257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=9168167484276466257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/9168167484276466257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/9168167484276466257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/should-i-be-here.html' title='Should i Be Here?'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-5178261861468136125</id><published>2009-09-13T08:43:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:06:59.712+10:00</updated><title type='text'>13Th day of September</title><content type='html'>Can't wait for this spring to come. But the weather is killing me. Its the first day of Spring(by its weather) when you feel hot(29 degree) made me very very sick. It seems that my mind wants me to do on assignments but my body did not allow it to happened. I did not know is it because of that I'm too tired making assignments or going to the gym or just my body adapting to the changing season here in Melb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the good side, the Tulip Farm Festival is on the way and can't wait for that.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my sister and my mom can see those beautiful tulip flowers glooms in the spring. I will go with Ian, Vy, Fel, and her friend. Actually I've been to this Festival last year. It was the first road trip that 'we'(ian, jess, mike, and stella) has even went to.&lt;br /&gt;Which is very exciting. for Detail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planing trip only from google.com, google map and some references.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian's friend lend us her car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is our First road trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We did not prepare for everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We finally know how Mount Waverly looks like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was rainy that day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;for result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kind of hard to find the 'right' ways to the destinations. We have and exciting moments passed through a mountain. We also having experience that shortcut are really important and saves out time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We did not prepared for everything and have some trouble for lunch. As a result we have to go to the nearest Saveway to bought some eating tools  and the lunch itself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first trips was so exciting for all of us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was very wet that day that we have some trouble with muds. Our shoes turned to brown. FYI, my shoes was white that day and another trouble faced me(you know why)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;BUT this year hopefully it wont happened again since we have learned from the past experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister will soon join me to stay here in Melbourne to begin her undergraduate program. This will be another responsibility for me to be with my sister here far away from our parents but I'm happy looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week gonna be a tough one. 2 assignments needs to be handed in and today is the last day that I will spending my 'free' time. Well hopefully my body and mind are in the same path to finish those assignments on time.&lt;br /&gt;We This spring will be gonna an awesome time this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-5178261861468136125?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5178261861468136125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=5178261861468136125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/5178261861468136125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/5178261861468136125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/13th-day-of-september.html' title='13Th day of September'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-1539868628223280442</id><published>2009-09-11T20:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:04:11.965+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another problems</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9.15 today, making some own Western breaky with Ian and Vy. Makin' grilled bacon, scambled egg, potato cakes, and some beans makes me so damn full. Running to school like crazy to return some school's equipments. Feeling sick with some soartroats and a bit flu. Deciding not goin to attend the class 1 hour before the class started. Having problems with computer softwares. &lt;div&gt;Sounds like a long day isn't it? Going to rest and get well hopefully tommorow. A big plan for tommorow which is making assignments due on monday. Damn, what a long day with a big plan tommorow. Hoepfully i can survive this illness that i have now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-1539868628223280442?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1539868628223280442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=1539868628223280442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/1539868628223280442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/1539868628223280442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-day-another-problems.html' title='Another Day, Another problems'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971766802783431605.post-349610232748536110</id><published>2009-09-11T00:19:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:15:41.051+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beginning?</title><content type='html'>Argh...There is always a beginning for everything and I guess this is the beginning of this blog. I'm just to bored doing nothing in my spare time and I guess this is a good way to fill those time. And I guess this blog will just filled with my thoughts and stuff which are related to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A game we called as Journey of Life. I bet anyone are in it right now even you. This is a simple journey if you know how to manage to run it. A journey usually filled with Quests, Goals, Starting point(like this post), Rewards, Losts, Wins, and of course the Journey it self. You will see some Key figures in your journey. But you will not see all of them in the same time. Different quests will leads to different key figures and peeps that spead around the location we called World. If you finish a Quest, you must have another quest or even quests to be solved with different Journey offcourse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Journey will not stop until the Main character which is you finish all Quests and are in the final Level. The owner which we called God will call our names after we complete our Journey with of course Rewards.  A Journey called life. I guess i have nothing to say to you any more. Just relax and begin to go with the Quests and Goals to have a Happy ending in this Journey we called as LIFE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971766802783431605-349610232748536110?l=boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/feeds/349610232748536110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971766802783431605&amp;postID=349610232748536110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/349610232748536110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971766802783431605/posts/default/349610232748536110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boringtimecalledlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/beginning.html' title='A Beginning?'/><author><name>M.Tandi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07375063987790764854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6-88r92nbv0/Sq-pFaGYv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tNY-2jDWC6w/S220/Picture+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
