<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2026 15:46:15 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Story</category><category>Motivation</category><category>Love</category><category>Happiness</category><category>Fear</category><category>Leadership</category><category>My First Post</category><title>Daily Event &amp;amp; Motivation</title><description>- my thought about daily event that i found every day, motivation mind which i get from people experiences or from book i&#39;ve read -</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-4520980379773925552</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2026 19:00:36 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-06-05T02:00:36.183+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>Befriending a stray cat</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK7I1koUBK2C_fqxumKftFep0Yk4wD6AXBgVwdBZDUgxxHjnoAimFrErKgPVEexGyAQmivM71ykcBq0I_kw3JUkyvSnXLU597P_tVv7ynIvYoO3dd4W7QeBxKnVy_U-2kankjOBvr_iluVcA6iTeOBeHRLRS3mGJh1lEwnYvuYVui_Vj2mFka7R40P_El/s3251/stray_cat1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;stray cat&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2608&quot; data-original-width=&quot;3251&quot; height=&quot;161&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK7I1koUBK2C_fqxumKftFep0Yk4wD6AXBgVwdBZDUgxxHjnoAimFrErKgPVEexGyAQmivM71ykcBq0I_kw3JUkyvSnXLU597P_tVv7ynIvYoO3dd4W7QeBxKnVy_U-2kankjOBvr_iluVcA6iTeOBeHRLRS3mGJh1lEwnYvuYVui_Vj2mFka7R40P_El/w200-h161/stray_cat1.jpg&quot; title=&quot;stray cat&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last month, a stray cat appeared in my yard. I called to it to give a chicken bone but it kept a distance from me. It looked suspicious and starving at the same time. It came closer but afraid to take the chicken bone from my hand. So I put that chicken bone on the ground and then I left.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that first meeting, the cat often reappeared in my yard. It might be because sometimes we gave it food. It started not being afraid and let me stroke its head. It even slept over on the desk near the entrance door of my house.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked my family if we wanted to take care of this cat. My family disagreed. There was a time when we didn&#39;t have any food for it. I was worried seeing it stay in the yard. So I told it, &lt;i&gt;&quot;there&#39;s no food here, you&#39;ve got to search for food outside&quot;&lt;/i&gt;. Well, it did. I thought it understood my words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was thinking about contacting an animal shelter for it. But after a week, suddenly it came back with a collar on its neck. It also started spending less time in my yard and stopped sleeping on the desk. It didn&#39;t meow, asking for food anymore. I guessed it was already adopted by a neighbor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was glad for the cat. I told the cat to come play here sometimes while stroking its head. It seems the cat understood my words. It came occasionally and we played together. I remember it lay down on the floor then bit my hand while it did bunny kicks. I was happy with its presence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiostDexWRaaYfayorHQN0GRNRZH7yeShz0raGh-jqVlp9yxW1wv2gbeGykZNXYMKAe2ad7rAs_5iLghDGMFRKtNFfh-OYAvnK6fMvOFHH1cQnfmoydgiq7UOJmuErPFb8P2aWZhDnvH_EIZwEY2DI9LNdemwdCO00f1tzypj_Ha8cNCboGlCQvlJObk4KV/s427/stray_cat_sick.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;400&quot; data-original-width=&quot;427&quot; height=&quot;188&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiostDexWRaaYfayorHQN0GRNRZH7yeShz0raGh-jqVlp9yxW1wv2gbeGykZNXYMKAe2ad7rAs_5iLghDGMFRKtNFfh-OYAvnK6fMvOFHH1cQnfmoydgiq7UOJmuErPFb8P2aWZhDnvH_EIZwEY2DI9LNdemwdCO00f1tzypj_Ha8cNCboGlCQvlJObk4KV/w200-h188/stray_cat_sick.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It went on for a month. I thought the cat already had a good life but I was wrong. Last Wednesday, May 20, the cat appeared. It lay down on the floor in front of the door. I stroked its head but it looked lethargic. I realized the collar on its neck was gone. I couldn&#39;t stop thinking, &lt;i&gt;&quot;What does this mean??? Is it being dumped?!?&quot;&lt;/i&gt; I didn&#39;t know what happened to it. After observing it, I suspected it was dumped because it was sick. I could smell a foul odor that might have come from its ears. There was also dirt around its ears. I tried to give it wet food tuna for kitten. It could only lick the food but it couldn&#39;t eat. When I gave it water, it drank a lot. It took me some time to find a remedy for the cat. I was planning to give it some ear drops on the next day but after it rested on the desk all night, it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That day the cat didn&#39;t return. I was sad thinking about the possibility the cat might die. I cried when I thought it would be the last time I saw it. I could just stare at the medicine and wet food tuna I had bought for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six days after that day, the cat appeared. It slept in front of the door of my house. It looked healthy and clean. It also wore a collar on its neck. I was glad to see it. It spent all day in my yard and it even spent a night on the desk. I wondered why it didn&#39;t go home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the next day, I gave it wet food tuna then I left. Hours after that, I noticed it left the yard. After an hour, it came back without a collar again. I was confused,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Is it being dumped again?&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that day, the cat has lived in my yard. It is no longer wearing a collar. It spends most of its time in my yard. Sometimes I couldn&#39;t find it in my yard. But a few minutes after I went inside the house, I heard it meowing, calling in front of the door. I wondered how it knew I was looking for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don&#39;t think I can raise the cat properly in my yard. Soon I&#39;ll need to find an adopter for it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2026/06/befriending-stray-cat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK7I1koUBK2C_fqxumKftFep0Yk4wD6AXBgVwdBZDUgxxHjnoAimFrErKgPVEexGyAQmivM71ykcBq0I_kw3JUkyvSnXLU597P_tVv7ynIvYoO3dd4W7QeBxKnVy_U-2kankjOBvr_iluVcA6iTeOBeHRLRS3mGJh1lEwnYvuYVui_Vj2mFka7R40P_El/s72-w200-h161-c/stray_cat1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-3469354650297402893</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2026 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-04-03T01:07:34.169+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Cleaning up my room</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I live in a small room with lots of stuff. Oftentimes, I keep things that I don&#39;t need anymore, thinking they might be useful in the future. Eventually, these items filled my room, leaving no space.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I want to buy new things, I have to throw stuff away to make space. I realize these items are already covered in dust. I&#39;ve been keeping things that I won&#39;t even use in the future. It felt like keeping trash.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqAZR2LkDQ01bmAxH-2jgCmxCe9O0Lg1cBJWDeqRf9pWkQUDOUsuxEloV26yiPXJfWi6LNWWLvOne9jRuluezc4njMaY2rAjO-nQgv4MbO8k1WPsYx3zq9mcc2UwquNqNl_FPx0gMSLjsT44AlWO6H-XOa6N_9JJNBc7Mz3J8sRGvguFQEOiUtnOX1oLY/s1024/dry_cabinet.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Dry cabinet&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqAZR2LkDQ01bmAxH-2jgCmxCe9O0Lg1cBJWDeqRf9pWkQUDOUsuxEloV26yiPXJfWi6LNWWLvOne9jRuluezc4njMaY2rAjO-nQgv4MbO8k1WPsYx3zq9mcc2UwquNqNl_FPx0gMSLjsT44AlWO6H-XOa6N_9JJNBc7Mz3J8sRGvguFQEOiUtnOX1oLY/w200-h200/dry_cabinet.png&quot; title=&quot;Dry cabinet&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slowly, I started reorganizing my room and getting rid of items that are no longer needed. I pick things to be thrown away day by day. Sometimes it&#39;s not easy, as I always wonder whether I will regret my decision. I might have regretted it if I knew I needed it later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After some time, I realized that I never look back on things I&#39;ve thrown away. Replaceable items can be bought new if I ever need them again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cleaning up my room reminds me to also clean up my heart. I&#39;ve been holding onto something that no longer exists. I&#39;m resetting my feelings now, and I&#39;m open to what the future brings.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2026/04/cleaning-up-my-room.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqAZR2LkDQ01bmAxH-2jgCmxCe9O0Lg1cBJWDeqRf9pWkQUDOUsuxEloV26yiPXJfWi6LNWWLvOne9jRuluezc4njMaY2rAjO-nQgv4MbO8k1WPsYx3zq9mcc2UwquNqNl_FPx0gMSLjsT44AlWO6H-XOa6N_9JJNBc7Mz3J8sRGvguFQEOiUtnOX1oLY/s72-w200-h200-c/dry_cabinet.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-963423686884421003</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2026 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-03-28T04:16:24.929+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Fix you</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAYLrB9ylBU9Yt9aPvnpArQvBQ01F7pCVKDrr0jH5tGDanBhRIp4TFVCCYOdHHPv6JrG10hinmje1aGzue_BhzAT75olTgfsQDA43nWMIW0jTqKEi0HXC2Q2VB4jLPtFroeRhBmTrgEI8qRtTKDqin6FNXI5U87g3TvVt6HEhG8ZUrnMEDo5rRbohYQ8J/s1024/a%20cat%20watching%20TV.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;a cat watching TV&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAYLrB9ylBU9Yt9aPvnpArQvBQ01F7pCVKDrr0jH5tGDanBhRIp4TFVCCYOdHHPv6JrG10hinmje1aGzue_BhzAT75olTgfsQDA43nWMIW0jTqKEi0HXC2Q2VB4jLPtFroeRhBmTrgEI8qRtTKDqin6FNXI5U87g3TvVt6HEhG8ZUrnMEDo5rRbohYQ8J/w200-h200/a%20cat%20watching%20TV.png&quot; title=&quot;a cat watching TV&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I watched a movie, there were moments when I got annoyed with the actors&#39; behavior. For example, when I think, the actor is supposed to communicate it, but the actor left without talking, I was like &lt;i&gt;“huh?”&lt;/i&gt; I got annoyed and had urge to fix it. Unfortunately, I could not tell them what they were supposed to do. The movie played following the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I often see life like a movie. People as the actors and life as the scenes. Just like when I watched a movie, when I saw people taking the wrong path, I tended to want to fix it. But I restraint it. I always remind myself; it is not my responsibility to fix broken people.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People have their own heart and mind. Whatever they do, they are responsible for their actions. Unless they ask for my advice, I better keep quiet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw that people try to change someone to become what they expected. But I learned changes can only happen from the inside. Forces to change will only grow resentments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have stopped trying to change someone and see a person just as who they are. I always keep this in mind:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;I am not telling you what to do.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I know people’s behavior rooted from their experiences and habits. It will never change unless they genuinely want it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2026/03/fix-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAYLrB9ylBU9Yt9aPvnpArQvBQ01F7pCVKDrr0jH5tGDanBhRIp4TFVCCYOdHHPv6JrG10hinmje1aGzue_BhzAT75olTgfsQDA43nWMIW0jTqKEi0HXC2Q2VB4jLPtFroeRhBmTrgEI8qRtTKDqin6FNXI5U87g3TvVt6HEhG8ZUrnMEDo5rRbohYQ8J/s72-w200-h200-c/a%20cat%20watching%20TV.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-3098819858941576440</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2026 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-03-20T06:00:00.116+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>True Love</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time, I stumbled on this random video. It shows up on my YouTube home page. In this video, a monk shares wisdom about true love. He tells the difference between love and attachment. He also gives examples that compare acts of love or just attachment. He talks about universal love that I think it&#39;s not limited to a religion. So, anyone can watch it.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;BLOG_video_class&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/P-xIXJc1Byw&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; youtube-src-id=&quot;P-xIXJc1Byw&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;From this video, I am keeping this in mind:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want you to be happy even if it is not with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It means I want the person to be happy with me. But if it is not with me, I will still wish the person happiness. Letting go doesn&#39;t mean the person is not worth fighting for; it&#39;s rather respecting the person&#39;s will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think true love is beautiful and brings peace to the soul😊&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2026/03/true-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/P-xIXJc1Byw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-731524132354628556</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2026 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-02-05T02:52:32.216+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>Don&#39;t marry a teacher</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTC0Hi5XzMkTq3x8B72HPFrpabmgO2FNZtUTYvfEAdZ9HCTC7dItODBSQVD9qqZEarupgQHoezngK4tmhV_6Wu_mDPcCrOpyo79W9R_ofgYj2VNWhUTcfUXjE2x-JsfKOJ_ACC95tbJ-O94F0yfGkq9krd2dEPK2w00o7b_gpqaF0JkhRFFYpJwZLT5sHL/s1024/Chinese%20grandpa%20and%20granddaughter.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Grandpa and his granddaughter&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTC0Hi5XzMkTq3x8B72HPFrpabmgO2FNZtUTYvfEAdZ9HCTC7dItODBSQVD9qqZEarupgQHoezngK4tmhV_6Wu_mDPcCrOpyo79W9R_ofgYj2VNWhUTcfUXjE2x-JsfKOJ_ACC95tbJ-O94F0yfGkq9krd2dEPK2w00o7b_gpqaF0JkhRFFYpJwZLT5sHL/w200-h200/Chinese%20grandpa%20and%20granddaughter.png&quot; title=&quot;Grandpa and his granddaughter&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day, when I scrolled short videos on social media, I
stumbled upon a video. It portrays a Chinese grandpa that is teaching his
granddaughter. Grandpa is already old. He has white hair. His age might be
around 70-80 years old while his granddaughter might be 12-14 years old.
Grandpa looked calm and wise. He said to his granddaughter that if she wants to
have a happy marriage, don&#39;t marry a teacher. He didn&#39;t explain why then continued
with other advice. I froze and confused. My reaction was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;What?!? Why???
Does that mean I won&#39;t be a good partner in romantic relationship? Geez, I felt
offended.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fyi, I work as an educator, and I have spent half my life
teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I couldn&#39;t believe what grandpa said. I was thinking for a
while trying to find the answer. It still didn&#39;t make sense for me, so I read
comments section and found the reason. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don&#39;t remember exactly what the
comments said but I got the points:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teacher&amp;nbsp;often feels smarter than his/her
partner&amp;nbsp;and wants everything done based on what he/she thinks is good.
Teacher always feels right to the point that whatever his/her partner does will
always be wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;It became reflection for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Do I like that?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I
was questioning myself. Fortunately, I am not like that. I cannot prove it by
words. Someone must spend enough time to get to know me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Teacher, doctor, lawyer, chef, and other roles do not portray
someone&#39;s true character. Even priests or monks that are depicted as good
characters can show up in criminal news. Every human is unique. Spending time
with the person is a more valid way to judge the person&#39;s character. That&#39;s why
there is courtship before marriage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Rather than giving advice to not marry a person with a
certain role, it&#39;s better to let people choose by asking questions to themself
such as:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;ul style=&quot;margin-top: 0cm;&quot; type=&quot;disc&quot;&gt;
 &lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;What
     do I think about this person? (make a list that weights to right/wrong
     person)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
 &lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;What
     do I feel when I&#39;m with this person? (happy? sad? understood? ignored?
     name it all emotions...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
 &lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can
     I imagine future with this person?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Consider carefully before deciding to get married. Don&#39;t
ignore red flag during dating. Whatever problems during dating most likely will
become bigger in marriage. Other problems will also arise. Make sure you know
your partner well, beyond their status and role.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2026/02/dont-marry-teacher.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTC0Hi5XzMkTq3x8B72HPFrpabmgO2FNZtUTYvfEAdZ9HCTC7dItODBSQVD9qqZEarupgQHoezngK4tmhV_6Wu_mDPcCrOpyo79W9R_ofgYj2VNWhUTcfUXjE2x-JsfKOJ_ACC95tbJ-O94F0yfGkq9krd2dEPK2w00o7b_gpqaF0JkhRFFYpJwZLT5sHL/s72-w200-h200-c/Chinese%20grandpa%20and%20granddaughter.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-8471965930974008089</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2026 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-01-17T00:43:56.777+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>Fear of darkness</title><description>&lt;p&gt;When I was six years old, I remember power blackouts often happened in my neighborhood. It doesn&#39;t bother me at all if it happened at day light. But at night, where there&#39;s no light, it&#39;s a horror for me. When that happened, I became anxious, scared, cried, screamed and called my mom. She would find me and try to calm me down. I would run to her then stick with her wherever she went. I held onto her, so we didn&#39;t get separated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I grow up, I start to think about what I&#39;m afraid of when I&#39;m in the darkness. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt uncomfortable when I couldn&#39;t see anything. I&#39;m scared there would be ugly scary ghosts that appeared in my sight. I felt they threaten my life just like horror movies I watched. I was afraid to ghost.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn&#39;t always depend on my mom or other people to protect me from ghosts. There would be moments when I&#39;m alone, like when I lived at another town separated from my family, slept alone in my room and unpredictable moments. So, I decided to face my fear to darkness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I try to remember how I face this fear. I don&#39;t think it&#39;s just one blink then gone. It&#39;s a repeated process through experiences. For example, when I need to walk through darkness from my bedroom to another room to get water to drink or need to use toilet, then I don&#39;t think too much, just do it! I control my mind by thinking there&#39;s nothing in the darkness. History of my life reminds me that I&#39;ve never seen ghosts! And I don&#39;t want to see any. It strengthens my feeling that I won&#39;t see them. I also focus on surrounding near me and avoid seeing further through the darkness as it can make my mind wander.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBY2j3QEIVz4UVB7QJWYELlA7geXZP8G_F9GMKtX74aFwkAI0ghW2ZB5HfI5GETo7VXZ_oyh0hQdVzkz10mjIXLe4yJqwDid_m9bkJmhqAvE26Hya-CcU53tikfxVz18PDMhcoWxTpS11Er0FWhs5jZt19Gsv_V6UFpnp0ox-WKqleXVff2v7DMO21th7/s1024/dark_window.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;illustration&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBY2j3QEIVz4UVB7QJWYELlA7geXZP8G_F9GMKtX74aFwkAI0ghW2ZB5HfI5GETo7VXZ_oyh0hQdVzkz10mjIXLe4yJqwDid_m9bkJmhqAvE26Hya-CcU53tikfxVz18PDMhcoWxTpS11Er0FWhs5jZt19Gsv_V6UFpnp0ox-WKqleXVff2v7DMO21th7/w200-h200/dark_window.png&quot; title=&quot;illustration&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Illustration&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Although I&#39;ve never seen ghosts, I have heard ghost&#39;s voices once. It was around 3 or 4 o&#39;clock in the morning. I suddenly woke up then in the silence I heard &lt;i&gt;heeheeheehee&lt;/i&gt;, small laughing voice outside the window next to my bed. I was shocked then hurriedly turned on tv then played gospel song. I went back to sleep with the song still playing. That incident made me think, what if I really see ghosts? Well... I think I will just do exactly like in the movie, either run or fight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In reality, I think bad people are scarier than ghosts. I often read news about crimes committed by bad people and not ghosts. I know there are articles or stories about ghosts that hurt people but there&#39;s no scientific evidence about it and it usually happens in specific locations. So, this fact reduces my fear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until now, I still sleep with the night lamp on. It&#39;s not that I&#39;m not afraid anymore but I live with it, less negative reactions.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2026/01/fear-of-darkness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBY2j3QEIVz4UVB7QJWYELlA7geXZP8G_F9GMKtX74aFwkAI0ghW2ZB5HfI5GETo7VXZ_oyh0hQdVzkz10mjIXLe4yJqwDid_m9bkJmhqAvE26Hya-CcU53tikfxVz18PDMhcoWxTpS11Er0FWhs5jZt19Gsv_V6UFpnp0ox-WKqleXVff2v7DMO21th7/s72-w200-h200-c/dark_window.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-9030882993539857629</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2026 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-01-11T23:00:00.108+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><title>Tuxedo cat</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I went to the cemetery with my family. It was my mother&#39;s death anniversary as well as the need to extend the permit to use the cemetery. I entered the public cemetery office then sat down, waiting for the call. The office was quiet and I was the only one waiting.&amp;nbsp;About two meters from where I was sitting, I saw a tuxedo cat on the floor licking its body. It looks like a street cat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cat didn&#39;t see me and walked away. After a few minutes, it turned out the cat hadn&#39;t really left. It walked past me, sat down by my feet and looked up at me.&amp;nbsp;I said to it in my heart, &lt;i&gt;why you here? I don&#39;t have any food.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We made eye contact. I could clearly see its eyes deeply. I felt like it wanted me to bring it home. Crossed in my mind it was pretty. I thought it&#39;s a female cat. It didn&#39;t take long for it to jump onto the sofa bench and take the seat right next to me. I was confused because it wasn&#39;t supposed to sit there 😅 So I grabbed it back to the floor then stroked its head. Shortly afterward, an officer called me to retrieve documents from the officer&#39;s desk, which was about five meters from where I was sitting. I left the cat for a few minutes. When I returned, it had disappeared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brief encounter with tuxedo cat made me happy. This simple thing brought me joy 😊&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot to took a photo of it so I use Gemini AI to generate picture of a tuxedo cat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzLMRVqhzdZKobHdp8oV690GV6Dztxyz3maWiwRUxQzjBoq5KjsnCedwz4nR2Txuzq9USyEmdvPLXNyagW-NtLT1SIPoE-mZNOGnjax60Z1yWaAtF9oACb25inI4qQsmoJJT_t-q1CJcJ2t71ujNHlafT8_vXiY6HpcGhvD8sJYd0dO71oXSRcubNSeHt/s1024/1768080084843.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Illustration of tuxedo cat&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzLMRVqhzdZKobHdp8oV690GV6Dztxyz3maWiwRUxQzjBoq5KjsnCedwz4nR2Txuzq9USyEmdvPLXNyagW-NtLT1SIPoE-mZNOGnjax60Z1yWaAtF9oACb25inI4qQsmoJJT_t-q1CJcJ2t71ujNHlafT8_vXiY6HpcGhvD8sJYd0dO71oXSRcubNSeHt/w320-h320/1768080084843.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Illustration of tuxedo cat&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2026/01/tuxedo-cat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzLMRVqhzdZKobHdp8oV690GV6Dztxyz3maWiwRUxQzjBoq5KjsnCedwz4nR2Txuzq9USyEmdvPLXNyagW-NtLT1SIPoE-mZNOGnjax60Z1yWaAtF9oACb25inI4qQsmoJJT_t-q1CJcJ2t71ujNHlafT8_vXiY6HpcGhvD8sJYd0dO71oXSRcubNSeHt/s72-w320-h320-c/1768080084843.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-2395296846708059662</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2016 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-07-02T15:14:18.481+07:00</atom:updated><title>No Intention to Recall the Memories</title><description>Dear mom, I&#39;m sorry for not having intention to recall the memories of you. I know entering month of May there is your birthday. I never forget it. I know I&#39;ve been so bad not thinking of you in many days but it doesn&#39;t mean I forget you. It&#39;s just that.. realizing the fact that you are gone has saddened me.&lt;br /&gt;
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On your birthday, I can control my mind not to think of you but my heart feels sorrow. Well sometimes heart cannot cooperate with brain. But still I don&#39;t have intention to recall memories of you.&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I&#39;m just wondering where you are now, what you are doing now. I think you have revealed the mystery of life after death. Being judged based on good and bad life record, meet God maybe? No one knows what happened after death. It&#39;s one of the biggest secret in universe. I pray the best for you in the name of our God. I love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2016/05/no-intention-to-recall-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-3390479807390670697</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2014 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-07-02T15:17:07.716+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>Grief in The Beginning of Year 2014</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;JUSTIFY&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
This year I have lost one
of the biggest love I have ever had. It is a love of a mother. On
January 14, 2014, my mother passed away. It was hard to accept it at
that moment, but I tried.&lt;/div&gt;
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In her life, she has
never wanted to burden me or others. She is strong and full of pride.
Seeing her ever cry is a rare event. She has never shown her weakness
although life is cruel to her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Since the day she has
gone, every time I wake up in the morning, every time before I go to
sleep, every time I am on my way home from work place, I always think
of her. Every corner of our house reminds me to her, reminds me to
her love. She loves me so much more than herself. She always gives
the best for me. Heart start shaking then tears suddenly flow every
time I miss her. The fact that I cannot see her has broken my heart.&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I prayed to God and asked
Him several questions like: &lt;i&gt;&quot;Why did you take my mother now?
Why didn&#39;t You just cure her? How is my mother now?&quot;&lt;/i&gt;.
He did not say anything, but He gives me some answers through dreams.&lt;/div&gt;
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I
have dreamed about my mother. Once, I dreamed seeing her lying down in
a room. She looked like contemplating something but she did not
speak. She calmly looked at me then somehow I was out of the house,
got further and heard slightly rustle sounds remarked, &lt;i&gt;&quot;looked
like she has realized (she has died)&quot;&lt;/i&gt;.
Then I woke up. On the other day, which is one day before Chinese
New Year, I had another dream. I entered some house. It was dark, dim
glow. I passed by two subjects who had conversations, they were
floating and looked like planning on something. At that time there
was word crossed in my mind. The word started with letter B. They
seemed did not notice my presence. I continued until I found my
mother&#39;s chamber. I saw her sleeping on a bed. I came to the side of
her bed and called her. She turned around and looked at me blankly. I
hugged her for a second. She starred at me for a while then suddenly
she starts crying. She spoke to me few things that she had ever told
me. &lt;i&gt;&quot;I always pray for you. I wish for your success&quot;&lt;/i&gt;,
she said. &lt;i&gt;&quot;I want to stay with you here&quot;&lt;/i&gt;,
I stated. She shook her head and replied, &lt;i&gt;&quot;It&#39;s time for you to
go home&quot;&lt;/i&gt;.
Suddenly I felt like floating further from her and heard slightly the
same rustle sounds remarked, &lt;i&gt;&quot;looked like she has
realized (...)&quot;&lt;/i&gt;. With my
eyes closed, I felt intensely grief. I cried and woke up from my
dream. The clock showed 3.30 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes
I still ask God how my mother is there. On March 23, I saw her again
in my dream. She looked so fine. She told me that she has not died,
she was just asleep. Her words made me thought that the doctors must
be wrongly stated her death. I tried to follow her into a house but
she disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
When
I write this, I still cannot hold my tears. My heart still feel heavy
each time I realize she has gone. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;my mother in her 30s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2014/04/grief-in-beginning-of-year-2014.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYr5wyqYfBkr_hhMPJBm_3WdlA_GKBdQxZuTPYvxCPmbO7m1N6RnTrX6qDxIxoiOvgXOQpE2Nw6g70yVLMzMzV-hEK5JUHy9TmFQ5dviOlMi58h-aib7VGCSREJbqiTD4DVOo9YKrXUn3/s72-c/mama.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-7744657496319197700</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2012 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-07-02T15:18:12.756+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>Valuable Time for Precious Person</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Lately I&#39;ve been sad thinking about my mother. She is sick. Her feet are swelling if she walks, stands, or sits too long. She is also easily get tired. At night she cannot sleep well due to pain over her feet and body. She has to rest a lot. We had taken her to the doctor specialized in rheumatoid because she believed it was because rheumatoid. It is true that after got injections on the pain spots, she could walk around lightly the day after. But after one or three months, the pain is back. She decided to take medicine rather than injections because injections are costly.&lt;/div&gt;
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My mother is 64 years old. Now I am taller than her. I remember when I was little, she used to hold my hand when we walked together. Whenever we hung around, it felt like there were just two of us in the world.&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Comparing past to present makes me feel sad. My mother could not do many activities due to her health condition. If I could buy time to the point where my mother was healthy, I would buy it. I will be glad if God give me that chance.&lt;/div&gt;
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Think about your parents that are still alive now. Imagine and feel past moment that you were share together. When you were little, when you first enter school, when you were sick, see the moments that you were spending together, try to remember everything about it. After you finish flashing back to the past, now move forward to the future. Imagine your life or how you live without your mother or father. Imagine when they are gone and you cannot meet them again for the rest of your life. How do you feel?&lt;/div&gt;
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You can measure someone in your life important or not by looking to the past and the future. Often we do not realize how important a person to us until that person is gone.&amp;nbsp;Spend more time with precious persons in your life no matter how busy you are, because you will not know when the time separates you from your precious one.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2012/12/valuable-time-for-precious-person.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rulyna Ru)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKMP8iGWGCKeoHsvG3A0ISPatdLqPihWKdbevXihgiHQSC_tvbci2zEF7Ahmey8umaK0wn4h9N0gJlksMyKi7Qk8svfjpa51XxxuZI7tf2_8K8wAlRnrdzg1ryqH7I6bIaP0RdIfgDtAe/s72-c/mom+and+i.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-2015515379953128968</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-07-02T15:19:21.814+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motivation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>Enemy Inside Me</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;Too many activities have made me busy and distract my mind to only think about college and work. It is tough when I realize that almost all of my life I have spent my time for school and work. I have nothing to pursue my dream now, but I feel so lucky in several occasions. One occasion I was worried about book cost for study, another one about transportation cost. Luckily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;, my friend lent his book (thanks to mricky), and I&#39;ve also got free-ride on the way to campus or going back home (thanks to marlen and yunita). They have become bless for me.&lt;span&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And recently, some of my friends are complaining about their lecturer supervisor in guiding thesis subject. They told me that their lecturer supervisor are not giving feedback, hard to meet, or even don&#39;t care with them. It is vice versa with me. My lecturer supervisor asks my progress regularly and complained that I am too slow among his students. I&#39;m grateful that he pushes me to consistently make progress and give me hint to study more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrhDdg1UPhoGDdfhl7wTVQyRYKAj8L1ZOyxLws9KMOaJtARsrinvkMoQvvp2voHEThuAJ8x-nMjkttxTGMspcz3hWxHTyWYst2DFDGrXDgZqIgXuHSxGFACNlid7coY0vRW156eqBXwFt/s1600/my_android.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573177375285153170&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrhDdg1UPhoGDdfhl7wTVQyRYKAj8L1ZOyxLws9KMOaJtARsrinvkMoQvvp2voHEThuAJ8x-nMjkttxTGMspcz3hWxHTyWYst2DFDGrXDgZqIgXuHSxGFACNlid7coY0vRW156eqBXwFt/s320/my_android.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;As a human, I do have biggest challenge in my life, and I guess it is the same with you. My biggest challenge is how I can knock out myself. I often feel I&#39;m not in the mood to write my thesis. Fortunately my lecturer supervisor has pushed me. But important part that I should remember is there might be no other people who could motivate you on other occasion. It is only you, the key to make changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;- Have you ever in diet program but you cannot stand to eat a lot of food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;- Have you ever thought that you should study for the exam but instead you close your book and prefer playing game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;- Have you ever considered moving forward but instead you live in the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;- Have you ever drowned in the sadness and fear won’t let you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;Well I do.. for all the questions I remark, my answers are yes, I have.. what about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;To achieve our goal is not as easy as flipping over our palm. There is price that we should pay. Often we feel pain, disappointed, humiliated, underestimated, sad, etc. before we get happiness and sweet result. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #3333ff;&quot;&gt;If negotiation cannot reach consensus of peacefulness, then war is needed.&lt;/span&gt; Try to knock out enemies inside you and do something right. Suffer feeling will not make you die, it only make you stronger if you can past it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2011/02/enemy-inside-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrhDdg1UPhoGDdfhl7wTVQyRYKAj8L1ZOyxLws9KMOaJtARsrinvkMoQvvp2voHEThuAJ8x-nMjkttxTGMspcz3hWxHTyWYst2DFDGrXDgZqIgXuHSxGFACNlid7coY0vRW156eqBXwFt/s72-c/my_android.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-3273091097872589121</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-05T21:36:12.717+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motivation</category><title>Break The Limit</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I give up on chasing one of my dreams. Often I think that I don&#39;t have talent to make it real. It seems impossible for me so I only try a little just for fun. But when I found this fact, I did feel ashamed. Let&#39;s take a look these real stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OzugmFrJ-6hq3mS8yKXj_AXKuPJHy4-osWr9zI7ysUNM1Rga1tijqWLv7lIYuXoL7kqX8GYRpkuOb8tka4hNgT60F_fbgkZLAh_994QprTzKb2iUlwZDiGAxAGDYH7nSfQv0BzgkAEB_/s1600/break_the_limit_1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 108px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OzugmFrJ-6hq3mS8yKXj_AXKuPJHy4-osWr9zI7ysUNM1Rga1tijqWLv7lIYuXoL7kqX8GYRpkuOb8tka4hNgT60F_fbgkZLAh_994QprTzKb2iUlwZDiGAxAGDYH7nSfQv0BzgkAEB_/s320/break_the_limit_1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513431195252068546&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, He Ah Lee. She was born with a lobster claw syndrome. She only has four fingers but she can play piano as well as normal people or even better. She considers her weakness as special gift from God. Her first piano teacher said that don’t act as disabled people, but play as normal one. She practices piano about 5-10 hours/day for 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/2FSnalrPYpc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/2FSnalrPYpc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZT-xpNjfb4lO_nqSWHhMY9y4d2XxrDmr8CGuhWb25RwyFrrOUGz_ZiZ0tR_o_KJPpq985jlXHBaVh5oxQTp6ZEWbbyPVV_Q4YIGfrf8lrcBKoerbYF8X7qlAXp-HqccOLEsG9SefLaSLY/s1600/break_the_limit_2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 198px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZT-xpNjfb4lO_nqSWHhMY9y4d2XxrDmr8CGuhWb25RwyFrrOUGz_ZiZ0tR_o_KJPpq985jlXHBaVh5oxQTp6ZEWbbyPVV_Q4YIGfrf8lrcBKoerbYF8X7qlAXp-HqccOLEsG9SefLaSLY/s320/break_the_limit_2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513431681540538898&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Jessica Cox. She has no arms. She can write, type, drive a car, brush her hair and talk on her phone simply using her feet. She flies planes and she can type 25 words a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/3TSYhOQnYxk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/3TSYhOQnYxk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqfL7ze3pNXYivYVDkhYJkG1XerQtaLMdaZVzDyEingJNtVCCKhkNvl5eBSKe7AEb841j7317fbCtcZc73wCKymLmcdPX0G1y5vScU-hHghA3-WgYnOf3Mji2N87QBB_heJskUDvjD8ym/s1600/break_the_limit_3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 138px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqfL7ze3pNXYivYVDkhYJkG1XerQtaLMdaZVzDyEingJNtVCCKhkNvl5eBSKe7AEb841j7317fbCtcZc73wCKymLmcdPX0G1y5vScU-hHghA3-WgYnOf3Mji2N87QBB_heJskUDvjD8ym/s320/break_the_limit_3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513432665038700274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Andrea Bocelli. Born with poor eyesight, he became totally blind at the age of twelve following a soccer accident. When he wants something, he has to do it. He said, &quot;Whatever happens in life, however sad or terrible, there are still thousands of reasons to go on living this life fully.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7j_HHWV2oK4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/7j_HHWV2oK4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, think about your limitation. What would you do to break your limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look this video and see our similarity with the player in this video. Pay attention to what the player and the coach say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/-vB59PkB0eQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/-vB59PkB0eQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their stories, we can learn to keep our spirit and never give up. Never pity ourselves and turn negative mind into the positive one. Never see boundaries in yourself or it will bind you as limitation to do many great things that you haven&#39;t imagined before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s make our dreams come true by breaking the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;a href=&quot;http://jarpus.blogspot.com/2009/08/four-finger-pianist.html&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jarpus.blogspot.com/2009/08/four-finger-pianist.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.oddee.com/item_96763.aspx&quot;&gt;http://www.oddee.com/item_96763.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrea_Bocelli&quot;&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrea_Bocelli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2010/09/break-limit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7OzugmFrJ-6hq3mS8yKXj_AXKuPJHy4-osWr9zI7ysUNM1Rga1tijqWLv7lIYuXoL7kqX8GYRpkuOb8tka4hNgT60F_fbgkZLAh_994QprTzKb2iUlwZDiGAxAGDYH7nSfQv0BzgkAEB_/s72-c/break_the_limit_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-837805848353274095</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-12T01:05:16.232+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motivation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>Anger Management</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8PBVcbLNLPog8nzt8sLxpjVgNn3xOXvBAWyxE3_lgRf6rDrroZSEm2kbuFqHoXtgu4NSFocoh0BjyEtq8SXqXJQL3moRE87V8ycYSceIlAGrpmcSm4GSQk-VUOyXgrBjJNGOFZb-yjhd/s1600/anger_management.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8PBVcbLNLPog8nzt8sLxpjVgNn3xOXvBAWyxE3_lgRf6rDrroZSEm2kbuFqHoXtgu4NSFocoh0BjyEtq8SXqXJQL3moRE87V8ycYSceIlAGrpmcSm4GSQk-VUOyXgrBjJNGOFZb-yjhd/s320/anger_management.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481578605829956306&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;There was a moment when I was feeling down, there was no one around, only me... caught in the emptiness. I&#39;d just lost something precious and most important thing in my life. It was my relationship with my best friend. I never knew how precious my friend was until the relationship was broken. What is your precious one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a hotheaded person. It&#39;s already in my blood, lust of anger that told you, &quot;Don&#39;t make me angry, you wouldn&#39;t like me when I&#39;m angry.&quot; When I was getting angry, I used to hurt my best friend with my body language and sometimes sharp sentences just because small thing. It didn&#39;t hurt outside but it did.. hurt inside. It might not be physical, but it wounded my best friend heart. If I look back to the past, I feel so fool and ruin everything good when I&#39;m angry. Have you ever experienced moment like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I lost my best friend, I had set aside time to think. I didn&#39;t want this moment happen for the second time. I pray to be a better person then I found a way to manage my anger. Whenever I&#39;ve gotten angry, I drink water a lot (cold water would be better), I keep the distance with the others, not much talking, and find some place to be alone. I don&#39;t want someone get hurt because of my anger. If I angry to the person I know, my heart will say, &quot;If you love him/her, don&#39;t be angry. You don&#39;t wanna lose him/her right?&quot; And I always keep in mind that never let the sun goes down before your anger fade away. If I tired controlling my anger, I will release the heat through sleeping. And when I wake up, I&#39;ve already forgotten those anger feeling. Well, this work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s not always me who get angry. Sometimes I have to deal with other person who gets angry. Tips to face angry person are be patient, keep calm, act in manner way, talk tenderly, and understand what the problem is. If the problem can not be identified, keep the distance from that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger is not always negative. If someone stealing or doing criminal things and you&#39;re angry to that criminal action, it means that your conscience is still working. In that case, what makes anger become right or wrong is how you react to anger feeling. Commonly, anger is manifest in negatives way. Control the anger and get back your joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other quotes that I remember to overcome my anger:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;When you are angry, count till 10 before you start talking&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2010/06/anger-management.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL8PBVcbLNLPog8nzt8sLxpjVgNn3xOXvBAWyxE3_lgRf6rDrroZSEm2kbuFqHoXtgu4NSFocoh0BjyEtq8SXqXJQL3moRE87V8ycYSceIlAGrpmcSm4GSQk-VUOyXgrBjJNGOFZb-yjhd/s72-c/anger_management.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-3221824732526791453</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T07:26:50.808+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>My Story: School Again</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;OMG... I&#39;ve just realized that I only have one posting in this blog over year 2009 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEed-_89Lmdy-6PTUuBK1_m_pZlizvbJSR6M-tYyhTiXOOCWFB53oobW-XlFzD-gbLAajiQEx_V0FCWcYSaErPuLhbGudmSljk-1E4YNPo7ujuAEFbxdXTDPdmgXP_XaJCnv-NFUJuTQ2/s1600-h/sky_dinning_building.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEed-_89Lmdy-6PTUuBK1_m_pZlizvbJSR6M-tYyhTiXOOCWFB53oobW-XlFzD-gbLAajiQEx_V0FCWcYSaErPuLhbGudmSljk-1E4YNPo7ujuAEFbxdXTDPdmgXP_XaJCnv-NFUJuTQ2/s320/sky_dinning_building.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416232567075060930&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I would like to share about my life. It&#39;s about questions in my mind after 2 years graduated with bachelor degree in computer science. What do I want? What is my destiny? Life had been felt so flat and no passion if I did the same things every day. No challenge, nothing to pursue, what a boring life if I stuck in the satisfaction of life. I&#39;d rather say, I&#39;m not satisfied with what I have achieved now. I have to gain knowledge just like many heroes in video games raising up their level skills (I love playing dotA :D). So, I decided going to school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;Education is not cheap at present. Higher level of education means higher fee. I would like to enroll in business school, but the fee is about 20 times my monthly salary [*shocked*T_T]. I looked at my savings, oow... it&#39;s not enough... I couldn&#39;t afford it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;Somehow, God made a way that I was not thinking before. In the beginning of this year, I had been offered jobs as an outsource programmer. It took some effort by sacrificing my v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;acation time. After worked 8 hours a day, I worked again until midnight. Sunday, holiday, or any vacation day, I spent it in front of my computer. Tired... but happy after I received the payment :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;With the savings increase and financial plan, I can say proudly that I could afford money for business school fee. This is one of my pride where I can see some people are funded by their parents while I&#39;m not. I&#39;m funded by God, my big boss :D Of course God&#39;s hand wouldn&#39;t reach me if I was lazy and not pleased. Now, it&#39;s already one month I&#39;ve been busy with my study at business school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;I have principle which I learned from Ciputra (an entrepreneur in Indonesia) that &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;f we work hard and do the right things, God will open the way&lt;/span&gt;. [In Bahasa Indonesia: jika kita bekerja keras dan berbuat benar, Tuhan pasti buka jalan]&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievaRhP1vNJ4qQyQ0WTmemvTDXcxpM-qB5EBkRz4arBZOKaXCzCExM3fYgRlfSIQViDPaWNBXZIsvhiqaj73MJum7SDE-VIcl_AVdDHH2tg2t-qGTwuYGePxDwRzejrcmDQap-dPKkJt_x/s1600-h/ru_pramuka.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievaRhP1vNJ4qQyQ0WTmemvTDXcxpM-qB5EBkRz4arBZOKaXCzCExM3fYgRlfSIQViDPaWNBXZIsvhiqaj73MJum7SDE-VIcl_AVdDHH2tg2t-qGTwuYGePxDwRzejrcmDQap-dPKkJt_x/s320/ru_pramuka.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416235817143683346&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;Through this writing, I want to thank Defendy and Sera. You have become extension of the hand of God. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-story-school-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheEed-_89Lmdy-6PTUuBK1_m_pZlizvbJSR6M-tYyhTiXOOCWFB53oobW-XlFzD-gbLAajiQEx_V0FCWcYSaErPuLhbGudmSljk-1E4YNPo7ujuAEFbxdXTDPdmgXP_XaJCnv-NFUJuTQ2/s72-c/sky_dinning_building.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-874179450533963548</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 01:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T09:26:27.090+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motivation</category><title>Sense of Happiness</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdp-_etU_UrIho-Cx1W9eRWXQsXJZn3AQVN3C_ccUeGWdwH660ISsA2Yzjusiu00GBVIuq09kqoHdq6ZvEVeRNmt8SZ2sC1iPUm_xYIffOAza1A-StoVH-b5G7FbQJEG3f_c9WvpvQiCOH/s1600-h/20090512_1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdp-_etU_UrIho-Cx1W9eRWXQsXJZn3AQVN3C_ccUeGWdwH660ISsA2Yzjusiu00GBVIuq09kqoHdq6ZvEVeRNmt8SZ2sC1iPUm_xYIffOAza1A-StoVH-b5G7FbQJEG3f_c9WvpvQiCOH/s320/20090512_1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334757363107092274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Today before the dawn, I woke up because of sneezing. I couldn&#39;t sleep again so I turned on my laptop and connected to the internet. &quot;You&#39;ve got 2 new messages&quot;, who&#39;s sending me emails? I was surprised, it is an old friend of mine. I replied her email and not long after that she replied my email. She hadn&#39;t slept too. In this early morning, we had some little chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot; class=&quot;fullpost&quot;  &gt;My friend is a nurse and working at the hospital now. I haven&#39;t seen her for a long time. It seems both of us had changed a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot; class=&quot;fullpost&quot;  &gt;In our chat, I told her that lately I felt boring with my work, my routine, my life. I felt lack in spirit. And then she asked me, &quot;Why do you bored with your work?&quot; I couldn&#39;t tell her why do I feel that way. She added her sentences, &quot;Once I felt bored with my work, my friend gave me good advice. When you feel bore, try to remember what is your purpose to work? the reason you want to wake up early in the morning? and for who?... In my heart I replied, I work and come earlier in the morning not only just for myself but to see my patients shining faces after I help them fulfill their needs. I work to make people happy.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot; class=&quot;fullpost&quot;  &gt;Her words awaken my spirit. Her words are important things I had forgotten. It is sense of happiness when I&#39;m helping other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2009/05/sense-of-happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdp-_etU_UrIho-Cx1W9eRWXQsXJZn3AQVN3C_ccUeGWdwH660ISsA2Yzjusiu00GBVIuq09kqoHdq6ZvEVeRNmt8SZ2sC1iPUm_xYIffOAza1A-StoVH-b5G7FbQJEG3f_c9WvpvQiCOH/s72-c/20090512_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-3046519538117021790</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T03:11:46.833+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>My Story: Between The Past and The Future</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEiZbUfM_XTekUmV40lJjZHZN7_gHWFw3GWU_ODhMAAIRyj7RVkTg_3SAe9uo0hxf_UVf92-e7z17NxqCrg32J74gHm2WyTXG2MDSqWXp-JPTAB6AIL3S4VN4CwjMZHoIlIrKoXHB83jg0/s1600-h/christmas_tree.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEiZbUfM_XTekUmV40lJjZHZN7_gHWFw3GWU_ODhMAAIRyj7RVkTg_3SAe9uo0hxf_UVf92-e7z17NxqCrg32J74gHm2WyTXG2MDSqWXp-JPTAB6AIL3S4VN4CwjMZHoIlIrKoXHB83jg0/s320/christmas_tree.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285299080736467538&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another year has passed. The end of the year has always been special as it serves as the time to look back at my ups and downs throughout the year; to evaluate what has happened that changed the direction of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, a colorful year for me. Why do I say that? What&#39;s the difference between 2008 and all the previous ones? &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;In 2008 I wrote my first blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 2008, my world reflected no light, was completely dark, and sorrow filled my days. I was not able to face the reality. Some things drove me insane. It was even hard for me to sleep; the only thing I could do was just cyring until my eyes look like those of panda&#39;s.&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmENASWEjyhSTK_5MfXGVGQubauVXec5w4UThCxcYIqNgrGeXXoIQRz-5OWWclpMH1tzRYacEvKhz7fAF4X9QbW12NeLX-earBTOXuryR9UksNVbq_Z1jncnKaZDHvXPBfDhUFTDnMHeVm/s1600-h/panda.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmENASWEjyhSTK_5MfXGVGQubauVXec5w4UThCxcYIqNgrGeXXoIQRz-5OWWclpMH1tzRYacEvKhz7fAF4X9QbW12NeLX-earBTOXuryR9UksNVbq_Z1jncnKaZDHvXPBfDhUFTDnMHeVm/s320/panda.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285300759846855794&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn&#39;t stand it; I felt like I didn&#39;t want to continue living... until Ms.Bless prayed for me, Mr.Mario Teguh talked on TV, my friends stood by me, and the best part was that God gave me strength and taught me to be a better person. He never gives temptations that are tougher than what we can deal with. I read this quote from my friend Cho, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;What does not defeat you only makes you stronger.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it happened before 2008, it has become a burden for my present. Everyday I pray and struggle to make peace with my past. One book I read said that, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;Your past does not define your future.&quot;&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever heard someone said, &quot;I can&#39;t believe it, there&#39;s no way (s)he can do that!&quot; Well, in reality, someone good can turn bad and vice versa. It all depends on your choices at the present times to make your future days better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Happy New Year 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor: &lt;a href=&quot;http://ruru-review.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-editor.html&quot;&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-story-between-past-and-future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEiZbUfM_XTekUmV40lJjZHZN7_gHWFw3GWU_ODhMAAIRyj7RVkTg_3SAe9uo0hxf_UVf92-e7z17NxqCrg32J74gHm2WyTXG2MDSqWXp-JPTAB6AIL3S4VN4CwjMZHoIlIrKoXHB83jg0/s72-c/christmas_tree.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-9087568673781349848</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 02:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T12:12:52.210+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>My Story: Rules in Teaching</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;As a supervisor, I have responsibility to ensure our operational unit runs thoroughly. Start from preparation, realization, evaluation, until plan for the next term, me and other eleven supervisors form as one team. Each of us have 7 or 8 subordinates and they are our responsibilities too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;On October 24, 2008, one of my subordinates was sick. I couldn&#39;t find substitute to replace her as a programming instructor for that day. So, I became acting instructor for that day only. I entered one class room of computer laboratory. There was another instructor already inside the room. He is my subordinate partner. It&#39;s been a long time since I was an instructor too. He started teaching and I started observing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Ten minutes after my partner started teaching, several students were entering the class room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYWJ6Wi7NIpCyFUIx4ajSyx33pnyZohW4_TD-2VAxMcQeLna3H81nIfJbQ5T7wWREPo5QZsaL17yilO7dhqmYQXEqrhkIQhl57fPVQn5g-VD_etE3W0SjJKtZmMLgn9kV3lwbhLySy40S/s1600-h/Labcoat2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 162px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYWJ6Wi7NIpCyFUIx4ajSyx33pnyZohW4_TD-2VAxMcQeLna3H81nIfJbQ5T7wWREPo5QZsaL17yilO7dhqmYQXEqrhkIQhl57fPVQn5g-VD_etE3W0SjJKtZmMLgn9kV3lwbhLySy40S/s320/Labcoat2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270569918538288898&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;why did they late?&quot;, I said in my heart. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;were not only late for ten minutes but there were 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;students who were also late above 30 minutes. After looked them took a seat, I warned them to follow our study rules. We have some rules &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;but I will write down 2 rules here. First, if the student late after 30 minutes, the student may stay learning but he/she will be counted absent. Second, if the student doesn&#39;t wear laboratory coat, he/she is not allowed to enter the class room of computer laboratory. I had warned them by sending messages to their computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Apparently, there were 2 students who didn&#39;t bring lab coat. When I knew that, there were 2 dogs began barking in my heart. Bellow is the dialog between these 2 dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;First dog said&lt;/span&gt;, &quot;Pitying them, they only don&#39;t bring lab coat. Besides, lab coat is not important. Think! why does the student need to wear lab coat in computer laboratory? Is it for protect them from computer radiation? What a useless rule.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The Second dog said&lt;/span&gt;, &quot;You must stand on the rule, don&#39;t let them break the rule.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;First dog said&lt;/span&gt;, &quot;If you don&#39;t break the rule, they will miss their programming lesson for today. They&#39;ve already paid and they have right to get what they&#39;ve paid. Pitying them if they left behind because you don&#39;t let them stay and learn.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Second dog said&lt;/span&gt;, &quot;It is their fault if they don&#39;t bring lab coat. Rules are made to make them discipline and have responsibilities.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;First dog said&lt;/span&gt;, &quot;If you don&#39;t let them stay, you will be hated by them.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Second dog said&lt;/span&gt;, &quot;Choose, do you wanna be loved because your tollerance for breaking the rule or hated because your righteousness.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Finally, the second dog won and made me acting based on the rule. After that, I thought I was cruel and I felt so sad. I was wondering why do I felt that way while I was doing the right thing. I talked to my friend, and she said, &quot;It&#39;s ok Ru. Just like a mother teaches her child, she will feel sad when she gives punishment to her child because her child doing something wrong. But her mother do that because she want her child grow up as a good person.&quot; My friend&#39;s words made my heart relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/11/substitute-teaching.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYWJ6Wi7NIpCyFUIx4ajSyx33pnyZohW4_TD-2VAxMcQeLna3H81nIfJbQ5T7wWREPo5QZsaL17yilO7dhqmYQXEqrhkIQhl57fPVQn5g-VD_etE3W0SjJKtZmMLgn9kV3lwbhLySy40S/s72-c/Labcoat2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-7158294206065738013</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-30T07:23:23.152+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>My Story: Gokana Extra Hot Ramen Challenge</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Wednesday, 29 Oct 08. I went to Gokana Resto and took eating challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;The challenge is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;whoever could eating extra hot ramen in only 20 minutes will get a voucher of free one package menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I heard this challenge from some of my friends who had taken it already. They said it&#39;s not hot. They even told me that it&#39;s easy to win the challenge. I love eating ramen but I don&#39;t like spicy food because I had experienced terrible stomachache several times. My friends assured me it&#39;s not hot. Since I love trying something new, I dare myself to try the challenge acompanied by other of my friends who want to try the challenge for the first time too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;We had ordered super extra hot ramen and cold ocha drink. We waited about 10-15 minutes and.. Wow! big bowl of ramen had arrived. When it arrived, some waiters hit a drum: dung dung dung dung! while saying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Ganbatte! Ganbatte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Hmmm... I could smell chilli flavor. I ate it then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;.O.M.G!!! My tongue is burning T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I almost got choked when the sauce past through my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Cold ocha drink had saved me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I thought I couldn&#39;t win the challenge because it red sauce is full in big bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;When I thought of that, my friends already finished in 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;What kinda tongue do they have -.-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;Look at them&quot;, I said in my heart. &quot;If they can do it, I can do it too.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I threw away &quot;I can not&quot; words from my mind, and change it into &quot;Yes, I can.&quot; I pushed myself eating sauce that only left in my big bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Finally after 17 minutes, I&#39;ve made it!! How happy I am, I have won one package beef menu. For some people, that challenge maybe easy to win. But for me, it&#39;s hard to be done. Ever cross in my mind, just give up, don&#39;t push yourself. When I changed my mind, I chose to be a winner. I realize it&#39;s all because power of mind and strong will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;Never give up in anything, if someone can do it either do you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiiRzLgt91LiRjGoPDX4nmlGHQwgEe5MAqs_X8ZCCvmkOLqWq18cx6mWvXCNgcG3beDJRH5CTC_W_rbCk6kVgeAXKI8xFUheKSE_1ufSS3mTtpC2Umf4GykfV8GJOH5YH4wXIFqwuMqXp9/s1600-h/gokana.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 236px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiiRzLgt91LiRjGoPDX4nmlGHQwgEe5MAqs_X8ZCCvmkOLqWq18cx6mWvXCNgcG3beDJRH5CTC_W_rbCk6kVgeAXKI8xFUheKSE_1ufSS3mTtpC2Umf4GykfV8GJOH5YH4wXIFqwuMqXp9/s320/gokana.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262664714524757282&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesday-29-oct-08.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiiRzLgt91LiRjGoPDX4nmlGHQwgEe5MAqs_X8ZCCvmkOLqWq18cx6mWvXCNgcG3beDJRH5CTC_W_rbCk6kVgeAXKI8xFUheKSE_1ufSS3mTtpC2Umf4GykfV8GJOH5YH4wXIFqwuMqXp9/s72-c/gokana.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-3807513567484368319</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 19:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-01T00:01:05.516+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>My Story: Give Thanks</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;When I walked, I saw people with their BMW car then I asked to God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why am I not one of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;When I saw people can buy expensive house with price about 1 billion rupiah, I&#39;m questioning the same thing to God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why am I not one of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;When I looked my friends after graduate working in various companies with appealing salary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;but I engaged with seven years contract, I&#39;m asking again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why am I not one of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 0, 204);&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;When I asked, God kept silence until He showed me what I&#39;ve never been thinking of before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot; class=&quot;fullpost&quot;  &gt;Yesterday, I went shopping with me friends. We went to ITC Mango Two, one of complete shopping center in crowded city Jakarta. We went by public vehicles for we don&#39;t have any private vehicle; Maybe someday we will have it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I saw many beggars and homeless persons. When I saw them, I thought of something. I had never asked God why I am not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw them who don&#39;t have legs, I thanked God for the two legs I have.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw homeless persons who slept under the bridge, I thanked God for a little room I can rent monthly.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw them who jobless, I thanked God I don&#39;t have to search a job for seven years... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember this quote (if you see a glass not full filled with water):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;Instead of looking half of glass empty, try to look half of glass filled.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-story-give-thanks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-9120875845292445774</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T11:07:38.902+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>Wall-e : Save The Tree, Save The Earth</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Have you watched Wall-e movie? If you haven’t then don’t continue reading my blog. Watch the movie first is recommended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCotdIWA_L11LwXz6EHrUKPIrBMWL4BJ543GmOiNahk8SMUq5nkH4RvR_V8a4iNslha_WzDlN_7cxVK1tkmTl4VuIw5knHyaKJPd81wQcQH4XIDtPWPdyiaO9lIodxKuYGcR8OE5W6baIC/s320/wall_e.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239782779220124930&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just watched Wall-e movie. It’s exciting for it contains messages to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;I won’t tell the story here. I just want to write down the messages so we realize our role as mankind. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, take care of your environment if you still want to live on earth. In Wall-e movie, we can see blocks of garbage which are as high as a skyscraper until no human can live again because earth is contaminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, save the tree! It is one of our life sources. Reduces tree is one issue of global warming. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;, oh human please… don’t be lazy because automation. If you lazy, you will get fat and even can’t walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt;, learn to love will form a new hope and a great spirit. Try to love our earth start from now, from our self, and the earth will give us back in return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;Fifth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;, you don&#39;t know how precious what you have now until you lose it someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall-e-save-tree-save-earth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCotdIWA_L11LwXz6EHrUKPIrBMWL4BJ543GmOiNahk8SMUq5nkH4RvR_V8a4iNslha_WzDlN_7cxVK1tkmTl4VuIw5knHyaKJPd81wQcQH4XIDtPWPdyiaO9lIodxKuYGcR8OE5W6baIC/s72-c/wall_e.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-4496779131386041174</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T09:35:38.839+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motivation</category><title>The Art of Speaking (Part 4)</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;You learn nothing when you are speaking, but if you want to learn, you must do it by &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;listening&lt;/b&gt;. Ask questions that people love to answer it, everything about them, their great achievement, etc. Remember, someone who have toothache is only thinking about him/hersefl rather than tsunami which killed million people in some region of the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;When you are listening, make &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;eyes contact&lt;/b&gt;. People will feel you pay attention to what they are talking about if you keep eyes contact, they also will be feel respected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;For Larry King, &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;body language&lt;/b&gt; is just like verbal language. Body language is natural part of conversation and communication. If it happened naturally, body language will become effective form of communication. If it just pretended, it will look like its original -&gt; fake. &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Act natural and speak from your heart&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Reference :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot;  &gt;&quot;How to Talk to Anyone, Anytime, Anywhere : The Secrets of Good Communication&quot; by Larry King, Bill Gilbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/08/art-of-speaking-part-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-8183681468278772204</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-08T08:28:21.832+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>My Story: Read The Manual</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Saturday night, July 19, 2008, me and my friends hang out for a dinner. We went by a cab. Fortunately, there was mini TV in that cab. Shortly, my friend turn on the TV. I saw several buttons on that TV, then I tried to switch the channel by pressing all buttons. Without knowing what button function that I pressed, I had had change TV mode into DVD player mode. We didn’t know what button should we pressed to change back the mode. We tried turning off and on. However, all we could get just sound without display. “Sir, do you know how to display this TV?”, ask one of my friends to the cab driver. The cab driver gave us instruction while he was driving, but it didn’t work. Finally, we arrived at the destination without watching TV. “Sorry my friends, because of me you couldn’t watching TV in that cab ^_^;”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;In this life, we have leaning to try new things. What we had done could bring neutral, positive, or negative effect. It can not be undo for time is always move forward. Often we act first without deep thinking. Just like my story above, I act first without knowing how to operate the TV exactly. Luckily caused effect is not big. Imagine if you act like the story above in leading a company, of course the company won’t hold out longer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;If you are a driver who carry a lot of passengers in your car, read the map so you won’t lost in the middle of road. If you are a leader who has to lead a lot of people, you will have to know the way of being a great leader before you lead or you’re going to lose your followers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;“Read the manual first, then find ‘How to…’ words&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify; font-family: arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; face=&quot;arial&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-story-read-manual.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-3858313093641511177</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 02:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T10:08:52.992+07:00</atom:updated><title>Faringitis</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;Whoaa... i&#39;ve just realized that i haven&#39;t wrote almost 1 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;3 weeks ago i&#39;ve got sorethroat. It cause me couldn&#39;t speak, fever, and made my body loosing strength. Every time i went home after worked, i felt so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot; class=&quot;fullpost&quot;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went to the doctor and got medicine plus vitamin. Well, it did work for the sorethroat, but its effect still left. When i took a deep breath or drank cold water or talk too much, i was coughing. I went to the doctor again for the second times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot; class=&quot;fullpost&quot;  &gt;Until i post this, i still take medicine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot; class=&quot;fullpost&quot;  &gt;Left three for today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;&quot; class=&quot;fullpost&quot;  &gt;hope this is my last day i eat drugs  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/07/faringitis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-7982550624998577503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T10:38:15.010+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><title>My Story : Scholarship and Work</title><description>&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;When I was in General Middle School, I was depressed thinking whether I was capable of studying to the higher level or not. That time, my friends started talking about well known universities, both public and private. They also took courses so they could graduate with the best results and be accepted in their favourite universities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Day by day had passed by with the thought of accomplishing my vision and dream of becoming successful. My dream was not unttainable; I only wanted to be a game programmer simply because I liked playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;By the time I was in the last semester of school, my brother hadn’t finished his study at a university. My father&#39;s job as a salesman was not enough to pay for both our university fees. That thing made me thinking really hard, &#39;How could I make some money? Do I need to just find a job and not continue my study?&#39;. I lost direction. It was out of my capabilities; I could only pray. “Be it unto me as Your wish” was my pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Unpredictably, my father was told that a private university which was well known for its IT courses was offering scholarships for new students. Starting by completing documents including school grade average, entry test grade, medical check-up, as well as sitting an interview with the head of its HRD and the principal of the university, I finally managed to score the scholarship. Thank God for helping me complete all the requirements which were printed on the register form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;I then signed a contract with the head of the university. In the contract, written was that I had to work for the university for the duration of my study as well as right after I graduate for about 7 years, which was twice the length of my study. I thanked God because I could continue my study and also got a job at the same time. This event made me stand alone. A few months after I started working, I could pay my rent and buy my needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Thank You Lord, because of You my life has changed. You have opened unpredictable ways for me and carried out my deepest desire, that I don’t even realize it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:100%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;&quot;  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/06/scholarship-and-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1043794970236193157.post-1164089708591802580</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T10:37:30.543+07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motivation</category><title>Private Laptop and Barking Dogs</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/transparent_laptop_1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBk3oLxkKq9TDCNLRwSDCw7lY8wOa3Bupmj5HGGScFQaz2OOWtznLBB8PLVuFtLAOaFz9xZiSD1A-E6svG7zBgDmutxgAm7Y1P6u62E7OBBQjodpRLiUrD8SDTz4_oWIH3ZlBmRok2lb0A/s320/transparent_laptop_1_resize.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213430942427762338&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Nowadays, most of us working at the office using computer. Hard to imagine working without computer. We input some data into computer then computer process it and the output maybe result in screen display, loud speaker, or print out. We also can store data in computer memory. If we don’t use the data in computer, we can erase and send it to recycle bin. Computer is great, isn’t it? Bad news is if your computer attacked by virus. It will make your computer work unproperly. Different from that, if you input invalid data, it will result in error output.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Here is the concept. Computer work just like our mind. Mind is just like a laptop with big memory. You can bring it anywhere you go. Along the road, you are saving information in it. People that you met. Object that you see, hear. Good or bad is become input of your mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;As a human, naturally we act based on things that dominate our mind. Maybe this explain why rape happened after men watch porn, murder happened because young teenager see lots of movie with violent content inside. That’s why we must discipline and know what we invest in heart and mind. Remember GIGO principle, &lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;“Garbage In Garbage Out”&lt;/b&gt;. No matter you are adult or just a kid, your heart and mind like bank account too. You can only withdrawal what you have saving. The problem is, “What have you saved in that account ?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;There is story about a girl who lives in &lt;st1:state st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Alaska&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Half part of her want to do right thing, half again want to be rebel. One day, she went to meet a priest and explain dilemma that she facing on. She said it just like there are 2 dogs barking and fighting inside her, one good and the other evil. She felt its pull strength all day long. Each dog try to control her. Finally, the priest ask, “Which dog is stronger?” She thought for a while then answered, “I think the one which I feed the most.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;&quot;&gt;“Your heart radiate your life”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Book reference :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12;&quot;&gt;Habitudes: The Art of Self Leadership by Dr. Tim Elmore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;  style=&quot;text-align: justify;font-family:arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:12;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://rulyna.blogspot.com/2008/06/private-laptop-and-barking-dogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBk3oLxkKq9TDCNLRwSDCw7lY8wOa3Bupmj5HGGScFQaz2OOWtznLBB8PLVuFtLAOaFz9xZiSD1A-E6svG7zBgDmutxgAm7Y1P6u62E7OBBQjodpRLiUrD8SDTz4_oWIH3ZlBmRok2lb0A/s72-c/transparent_laptop_1_resize.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>