<?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-5611824588032052508</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:16:42.264+07:00</updated><category term='world peace'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Burt Bacharach'/><category term='clair de lune'/><category term='interior design'/><category term='orchestra'/><category term='andrea ross'/><category term='claude debussy'/><category term='moon'/><category term='contemporer'/><category term='plane'/><category term='europe'/><category term='music world'/><category term='paul verlaine'/><category term='what the world needs now'/><category term='youthfull'/><category term='music'/><category term='old song'/><category term='great music'/><category term='amsterdam'/><category term='bedroom design'/><category term='war'/><title type='text'>it's sooo... moxi!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>moxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731344557069056214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVXcmrKKrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Do-g5ABKXwU/S220/another+ocha.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611824588032052508.post-7305630737732354452</id><published>2009-03-18T13:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:14:38.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I enjoy the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/ScCWZtbakFI/AAAAAAAAADE/FdvI_nsj41M/s1600-h/ayamcheddar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314412928732663890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/ScCWZtbakFI/AAAAAAAAADE/FdvI_nsj41M/s320/ayamcheddar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was alone this noon, hungry, and bored. My mom left me chunks of chicken fillet in the fridge. I'm sick of eating fried chicken, so I decided to make another kind of food. Unfortunately, I've got no spices at all! I could only find onion, garlic, celery, and a piece of rotten tomato.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I opened the fridge again, searching for something interesting for cooking... voila! I found a jar of cheddar cheese! So I decided to make bake the chicken fillet (without alumunium foil, 'coz I couldn't find it anywhere!) with a very few ingredients!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are what I need:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- 1/4 piece of onion (cut into very small pieces)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- some celeries (also cut into small pieces)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- some chicken fillet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- corn oil (i don't have olive oil, so i use this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- salt &amp;amp; pepper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- cheddar cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- lettuce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, follow the steps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mix the onion &amp;amp; celery, pour a small amount of corn oil and stir. Then, put salt &amp;amp; pepper inside (the amount is up to your taste) and stir again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put the chicken fillet on the baking plate, pour a small amount of corn oil on them, then put the onion &amp;amp; celery mix on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Put some cheddar cheese on the top until it covers the chicken fillet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bake them inside the stove with small fire (don't set the fire too big, it'll be crust)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After it gets half-baked, put some lettuces on the top (rip them with hands, don't use knives) and bake them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few minutes, it's done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined it'd taste sooooo good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Simply, we can cook delicious food with very limited ingredients in a short time, and (of course) enjoy every single bite of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just clear your mind and open for any creativities!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I think it'll taste better if we wrap them with alumunium foil. I've watched few times on tv cooking programs, wrapping them will make the taste of spices soak into the meat. I think I'll do some other variations on it someday =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611824588032052508-7305630737732354452?l=itsomoxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/feeds/7305630737732354452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-enjoy-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/7305630737732354452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/7305630737732354452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-enjoy-moment.html' title='How I enjoy the moment'/><author><name>moxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731344557069056214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVXcmrKKrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Do-g5ABKXwU/S220/another+ocha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/ScCWZtbakFI/AAAAAAAAADE/FdvI_nsj41M/s72-c/ayamcheddar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611824588032052508.post-1990082389579581518</id><published>2009-02-06T17:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:23:02.800+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burt Bacharach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great music'/><title type='text'>Adoring Burt Bacharach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SYwVUKV7UBI/AAAAAAAAACs/1fC1ikGBiRs/s1600-h/burt-color1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299634297626120210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SYwVUKV7UBI/AAAAAAAAACs/1fC1ikGBiRs/s320/burt-color1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My appreciation to this maestro started after I found the fact that he was the one who composed the song "What The World Needs Now is Love" - I wrote about it on my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe it's too bad for me for not knowing him before, but since I don't live in America and (also) not living in his era, I think it's fine. At least I know him now - while he's still alive, and am appreciating his works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; some of his famous works and &lt;em&gt;have been&lt;/em&gt; adoring them. I just never know that he was the one who made them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favourite works of his are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head, (They Long To Be) Close To You, I'll Never Fall in Love Again, and of course.. What The World Needs Now is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Burt Bacharach ([ˈbækəræk]; born May 12, 1928) is an American pianist and composer. He is best known for his many pop hits from the early 1960s through the 1980s, with lyrics written by Hal David, many of which were produced for and recorded by Dionne Warwick. As of 2006, Bacharach had written a total of 70 Top 40 hits in the US, and 52 Top 40 hits in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For further information, be pleasure to check the link: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burt_Bacharach"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burt_Bacharach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What made me adore him so much is that he could make lots of wonderful works with enjoyable melody &amp;amp; unique arrangements. And of course... because his works last forever! For me, great works are those which would stay known forever, I think everybody agrees with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Salute to Burt Bacharach and the lyricists Hal David. I wish I'll be able to make great compositions too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611824588032052508-1990082389579581518?l=itsomoxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1990082389579581518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2009/02/adoring-burt-bacharach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/1990082389579581518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/1990082389579581518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2009/02/adoring-burt-bacharach.html' title='Adoring Burt Bacharach'/><author><name>moxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731344557069056214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVXcmrKKrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Do-g5ABKXwU/S220/another+ocha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SYwVUKV7UBI/AAAAAAAAACs/1fC1ikGBiRs/s72-c/burt-color1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611824588032052508.post-2911839794266518128</id><published>2009-01-31T10:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:20:19.737+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amsterdam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane'/><title type='text'>Let's Fly to Europe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="350" width="200" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="5292"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9260"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/4272/shellrz9.swf?site=id_en&amp;amp;uid=1325A87BD25421A8A81F10AEDF68944F"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/4272/shellrz9.swf?site=id_en&amp;amp;uid=1325A87BD25421A8A81F10AEDF68944F"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;embed src="http://img354.imageshack.us/img354/4272/shellrz9.swf?site=id_en&amp;amp;uid=1325A87BD25421A8A81F10AEDF68944F" width="200" height="350" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to go to Europe, whether for just a trip or even going to college. Since it's too hard to get the scholarship, I took this funny thing instead. Well, who knows...? Hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just click it and let's fly together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611824588032052508-2911839794266518128?l=itsomoxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/feeds/2911839794266518128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-fly-to-europe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/2911839794266518128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/2911839794266518128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-fly-to-europe.html' title='Let&apos;s Fly to Europe!'/><author><name>moxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731344557069056214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVXcmrKKrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Do-g5ABKXwU/S220/another+ocha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611824588032052508.post-5083500556759723179</id><published>2009-01-12T09:24:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:32:58.167+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orchestra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world peace'/><title type='text'>Music World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to live in the music world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sick of living in this cruel and pathetic world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This thought occured after I read so many news about violence and crime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look what's happening in Gaza. What's actually in their minds? Killing innocent people and proud of doing that... Are they really humans???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not supporting Palestine because I am moslem, but it's more about humanity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friend sent me an e-mail which contains some pictures taken in Gaza. The sender was American; even an American thinks that Israel has gone too far. The pictures she sent were never published in the US media, because they don't want people know what actually happen there. Even an American activist was killed by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel so lucky &amp;amp; blessed that I'm living in a peaceful place where I'm currently staying, but every time I think of what happen in Gaza.... I feel the pain in my heart. I can't imagine how people could live in such situation. And I can't also imagine how Israel could be so MEAN. Why can't we live in peace? Why's everything should be measured by weapons &amp;amp; arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In music, we have no big fights. In music, we're all in peace.&lt;br /&gt;No countries or regions, no races, we're all living in the same world and concerning one thing: music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SWqxMHe0CKI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q-VXJIi7-S4/s1600-h/NYO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290235534024902818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SWqxMHe0CKI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q-VXJIi7-S4/s320/NYO.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember how New York Philmarmonic Orchestra performed in Pyongyang last year? There's no politic in music. We're in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In this New Year's 2009 concert by Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, the conductor was Daniel Barenboim, an Israeli-Argentinean. Though he's half Israeli, no one bothers it. Why? Because he lives in music world, not in this real cruel world. He still got standing ovation and I didn't even have a slight of hatred to him, though Israel's started their airstrikes to Palestine few days before. Because we're in the same world of music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why can't we just play music together and live in peace?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sick of seeing people killing each other....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611824588032052508-5083500556759723179?l=itsomoxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5083500556759723179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/5083500556759723179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/5083500556759723179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-world.html' title='Music World'/><author><name>moxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731344557069056214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVXcmrKKrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Do-g5ABKXwU/S220/another+ocha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SWqxMHe0CKI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q-VXJIi7-S4/s72-c/NYO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611824588032052508.post-5815854679188695424</id><published>2008-12-30T09:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:58:40.389+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paul verlaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clair de lune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claude debussy'/><title type='text'>the moon and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why am I taking the topic 'moon'? Because I love it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since I was a kid, I've been adoring moon a lot. It's not just because I loved astronomy, it's more because the moon is so beautiful to be seen. Shiny, round, bright, surrounded by the dark blue night sky....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Based on my likeness to moon, maybe that caused me liking every thing about moon. Sailormoon, Moonlight Sonata (Beethoven), Clair de Lune (Debussy), Moon River (Henry Mancini)... I like them all. I also love seeing the moon in the night, whether it's full or just crescent moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claire de Lune is my most favourite piece ever, and seems like it illustrates the moon perfectly for me. Composed by Claude Debussy, it is the third movements from the 'Suite Bergamasque'. Clair de Lune, named after a poem by Paul Verlaine's poem 'Clair de Lune', is the most popular above all movements. It is told that Debussy made the piece by having the poem in mind. Some sources told that Suite Bergamasque was composed during his period of study, then he revised the work before publishing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, let's try to read the poem (I'll write the English translation of the poem, since I don't understand French) while listening to the piece. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Clair de Lune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Your soul is a chosen landscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Where charming masked and costumed figures go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Playing the lute and dancing and almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sad beneath their fantastic disguises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;All sing in a minor key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Of all conquering love and careless fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;They do not seem to believe in their happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And their song mingles with the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The still monlight, sad and beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Which gives the birds to dream in the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And makes the fountain sprays sob in ecstasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The tall, slender fountain sprays among the marble statues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611824588032052508-5815854679188695424?l=itsomoxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/feeds/5815854679188695424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2008/12/moon-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/5815854679188695424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/5815854679188695424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2008/12/moon-and-me.html' title='the moon and me'/><author><name>moxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731344557069056214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVXcmrKKrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Do-g5ABKXwU/S220/another+ocha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611824588032052508.post-1622917109520035260</id><published>2008-12-28T15:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:18:34.000+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youthfull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interior design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedroom design'/><title type='text'>design, all of sudden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've just got a work to do today, a design work, after months away absent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, I don't do the whole design anyway, just making some alternatives &amp;amp; 3D modelling. But since my friend gave me a folder full of interior images, my design brain suddenly moved on a bit. Well, maybe it's true that my design instinct will never fade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother's just got a new bedroom, and out of nowhere a thing occured in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fill the walls with writings!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, I've decided to put the blue ocean colour on one side of its wall. The rests are boring, and I haven't got any other ideas. My dad's gonna buy him some racks and cupboard, or just a credenza. Well, that sounds too ordinary, doesn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVhwp35mEJI/AAAAAAAAACY/DqOqNYtU6Oc/s1600-h/greenwaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285098027401744530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVhwp35mEJI/AAAAAAAAACY/DqOqNYtU6Oc/s320/greenwaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm thinking of putting handwritings all over the other 3 sides of the walls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever writings, in random order... that sounds cool, eh? It's sooo.... contemporer and YOUTHFULL. We may put our fave lyrics, poems, or just random words on the wall. Look at the example on the left, I wrote Secret Garden lyrics on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, YES, you have to WRITE them down on the wall with small painting brush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Patience makes perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611824588032052508-1622917109520035260?l=itsomoxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/feeds/1622917109520035260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2008/12/design-all-of-sudden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/1622917109520035260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/1622917109520035260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2008/12/design-all-of-sudden.html' title='design, all of sudden!'/><author><name>moxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731344557069056214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVXcmrKKrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Do-g5ABKXwU/S220/another+ocha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVhwp35mEJI/AAAAAAAAACY/DqOqNYtU6Oc/s72-c/greenwaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5611824588032052508.post-6262219358116444893</id><published>2008-12-27T16:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:46:06.592+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the world needs now'/><title type='text'>what the world needs now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm opening this page with Andrea Ross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever heard about her? For them who haven't, just read her profile at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andreaross.com/" mce_href="http://www.andreaross.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;www.andreaross.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVX4KS9vxOI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qh635-Ird5I/s1600-h/AlbumArtSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVX4ieToM9I/AAAAAAAAACI/0qm2sDtCkS4/s1600-h/Folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284403008923775954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVX4ieToM9I/AAAAAAAAACI/0qm2sDtCkS4/s320/Folder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started to know her accidentally, when I borrowed my sister's mp3s. I found Andrea's album, Moon River. Because I'm a big fan of Henry Mancini's Moon River - &amp;amp; also Breakfast at Tiffany's - so I copied the album. I was lucky, I think, 'coz the songs are wonderful! They're all remade, but I don't see anything wrong for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of them titled 'what the world needs now is love'. Yeah, this world's really lack of love. If there's enough love for everyone, not just for some, then there'll be no wars or fights. Here are my fave lines of this song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lord, we don't need another mountains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There are mountains and hillsides enough to climb, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;there are oceans and rivers enough ch to cross, enough to last 'til the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we don't need another meadows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There are cornfields and wheatfields enough to grow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;there are sun beams and moon beams enough to shine. Oh listen Lord, if You wanna know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, God created this world with enough mountains, rivers, meadows... But people destroyed them. Now we don't have enough rivers or meadows. The lack of love made us lost those what God gave us. This song made me think a bit more about life, about what we're really lack of. But then, who could produce love and spread it all over the world? I'd love to give as much love as I can, though I don't achieve much. Giving is much better than achieving. So, spending life by giving love is enough, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5611824588032052508-6262219358116444893?l=itsomoxi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/feeds/6262219358116444893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-opening-this-page-with-andrea-ross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/6262219358116444893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5611824588032052508/posts/default/6262219358116444893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsomoxi.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-opening-this-page-with-andrea-ross.html' title='what the world needs now'/><author><name>moxi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16731344557069056214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVXcmrKKrNI/AAAAAAAAABM/Do-g5ABKXwU/S220/another+ocha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YY5OsKM7RoY/SVX4ieToM9I/AAAAAAAAACI/0qm2sDtCkS4/s72-c/Folder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
