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The first kind is the one who's able to move on easily, and the other one is the one that is hardly to move on. (Un)Fortunately, I am in the second kind of people. Well It might looks bad for some people cause you may dwell too much in it. But for me it's quite fun to be in this second category, cause you will try your best to overcome it. And I believe people who try and overcame it are the true victors rather than those who don't try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I came up with some kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;list for you to move on happily&lt;/span&gt; (especially from a certain person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFGdgQUCqxc/TcdHMqnfwFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TgaERZqqnss/s1600/activities.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFGdgQUCqxc/TcdHMqnfwFI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TgaERZqqnss/s400/activities.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604526544209821778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Keep yourself occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People tend to dwell on their past is because they have a free time to think about their past. If you keep yourself occupied, there will be no time for you to think about some petty problem. And of course keeping yourself occupied with what you like is better and enjoyable. Remember, don't go find some escape route to the wrong way, like smoking, drinking excessively or any kind bad habits. If you don't know what to do, try sports, it's good for your health. Or maybe learn something to improve yourself, like music or cooking. You can also make some new friends or do activity with your old friends. Or if all else failed, do chores! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDsXCHU2kfg/TcdKi6G2dXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CMmTzUskj5M/s1600/open-door1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dDsXCHU2kfg/TcdKi6G2dXI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CMmTzUskj5M/s400/open-door1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604530224859870578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Shut the door of hope, tightly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope is a good thing. But putting hope on a wrong thing is a total mistake. For example, It's wrong to put hope on cow to lay eggs (*gasp* It might be possible in nowadays technology, well &lt;i&gt;namsayin&lt;/i&gt;). This step is particularly hard for me, because as a Christian, I have full of hope :D If you're moving on from someone, sometimes the door of hope creak open when this certain someone talk to you really nicely. Before continuing, I just wanna say that, do whatever you can, if it's meant to be, it's meant to be. If this person really doesn't like you, don't try too hard, you might embarrass yourself. Don't think there's special meaning behind puny polite talk. Take it easy, and keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHiz_KYAbZ8/TcdLVukzXrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/iehohg1GrqU/s1600/shopping-cart-abandonment-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FHiz_KYAbZ8/TcdLVukzXrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/iehohg1GrqU/s400/shopping-cart-abandonment-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604531097937600178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Abandon all things related to this person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For crying out loud, if you really want to move on, stop&lt;i&gt; cyber-stalk&lt;/i&gt; them! Well some people try to move on, but they still want to read their blog, stalk on their facebook, and keep track of feed of their twitter. Stop it! You might get hurt just from a certain digital form (which is apparently only 1 and 0) that said they are in their new relationship or other hurtful things. I'm NOT saying to unfriend, unfollow, or un*fill in yourself* them. Just don't purposely stalk them. And, if you possess something from this person, keep them in the box. Throw it away if you want, but I suggest you to keep it as collection, but remember, keep it out of your sight. There is also  extreme way of doing this step, it is to move out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHHSsTfAujM/TcdL9c7_VJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5g8S6_X77e8/s1600/prayer-is....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHHSsTfAujM/TcdL9c7_VJI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5g8S6_X77e8/s400/prayer-is....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604531780397782162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Prayer and Sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most effective way. After all there's a duration of time for every people to move on completely. Prayer is the most powerful weapon, it gives you hope and future. And it gives you comfort and peace (What everyone wants). And of course do share your problem to your best buddy or mate. They might help you with some way that is not featured here. And they might pray for you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So that's all folks. Frankly, I am not a moving on experts as well, cause I still have a hard times to move on completely, from certain someone *sigh* but hey I did it once last 2 years so I believe I can do it again *cross fingers*. As Spock has always said, Live long and Prosper. And I conclude with, Stay safe and blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234736073442340857-1482851862724267038?l=josuamasikome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Move on!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I fell this past few days. I was back to my old self of 2009 for quite sometime, and I fell awful and couldn't forgive myself these days. I knew that I am free from the slavery and bondage of that addiction. Yet again I fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TRsRDKt3HoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Q3c06J-t9-M/s1600/fall-down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TRsRDKt3HoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Q3c06J-t9-M/s400/fall-down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556053311405629058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell because there's a thought that appear on my mind. It said "It's okay, everyone does that." But It's not okay. I was set apart, even before when I was in my mother's womb. How can I be set apart when I just keep doing what the world does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TRsQESF2TiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/IvTnFcRHXzU/s1600/Set-ApartCenter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TRsQESF2TiI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/IvTnFcRHXzU/s400/Set-ApartCenter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556052231053528610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that somehow I was reminded that there's no use in dwelling in your mistake. It's time to get up and move on. I was reminded that I was forgiven by God's grace. The thing that I can do is to walk closer with Him so that I won't fall again in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TRsQfww4C0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZyeMzo5b5fA/s1600/MES2322.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TRsQfww4C0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZyeMzo5b5fA/s400/MES2322.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556052703143529282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't follow my animalistic desire. I want to prove that the world theory that human was originated from animal are wrong. We are created based on our Creator image. We have capability to discern, not like animal. We were made perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TRsQqtMbLpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wRQFV8qR9vA/s1600/Creation%2Bof%2BMan%2BMichelangelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TRsQqtMbLpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/wRQFV8qR9vA/s400/Creation%2Bof%2BMan%2BMichelangelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556052891163897490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Switchfoot said "We were meant to live for so much more." I believe that I'm not created for just to keep doing that disgusting thing until I die. I was made for greater purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8234736073442340857-4713269639128478959?l=josuamasikome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We got free flights, free hotel stay at Resorts World, free party at Zouk and free ZoukOut pass with VIP Tag. Here's the video mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/e/Vu5N3bLIJEw"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/e/Vu5N3bLIJEw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="270" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel was super awesome. And we got some freebies too. Lots of drinks! Thank God I didn't use up all the free drinks. Thus I was sober until the party ends in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TQi6_0Pje8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rtWoDBkIMEA/s1600/162884_182703945075179_142792995732941_663516_5465040_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TQi6_0Pje8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rtWoDBkIMEA/s400/162884_182703945075179_142792995732941_663516_5465040_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550892146252544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the night is taking picture with VJ Holly. Remember my celebrity crush I mentioned in my entry last time. I couldn't get her cute face outta my mind. She was really cute with her dress and tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TQi9w9VGEyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jirvAjPlJYs/s1600/blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TQi9w9VGEyI/AAAAAAAAAU0/jirvAjPlJYs/s400/blog.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550895189528548130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to have tattoo as well. 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It's been a long time since my last entry on my blog. Nowadays, I've been working, so It's not as free as I was last time, one-subject university student (read: lazy bum). I just want to share about how awesome Paramore concert was. And I almost couldn't make to the concert because of certain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMejc8JFXQI/AAAAAAAAATs/XyTbBDxn0II/s1600/ParamoreLiveinKualaLumpur2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMejc8JFXQI/AAAAAAAAATs/XyTbBDxn0II/s400/ParamoreLiveinKualaLumpur2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532570384823835906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are one of my favorite bands of all time. Therefore, I've been saving some of my lunch-money so that I can go to the most front zone. It's sofreakin expensive. Not the ticket for my level. But thank God, I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMedeFbfSfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YY5ftPpRI2c/s1600/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMedeFbfSfI/AAAAAAAAAS0/YY5ftPpRI2c/s400/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532563807427054066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However certain incident occurred. So I need to let go 40% of the money for greater good. *Sigh* Need to save for the money again. And the date was getting nearer and nearer. So I do what I need to do, find all the reserve money that I had. Thankfully, I have money in Rupiah currency in decent amount. So I go to one of the money changer in Shopping complex (read: Mydin MITC), and walk back to save money and for exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMed5ZwiuDI/AAAAAAAAATE/Hb9PTYHqt8o/s1600/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMed5ZwiuDI/AAAAAAAAATE/Hb9PTYHqt8o/s400/4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532564276740536370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still It's not enough. I was very frustrated that time, and suddenly my Grannies called me, and told me that they want to send money. I really thank God, and I feel like running slowly in meadow full of flower while bursting in tears. And money checked :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMediYkiv9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Iapo1Sc7SFk/s1600/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMediYkiv9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/Iapo1Sc7SFk/s400/1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532563881284779986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am working, I have job that need to be done. Long story short, My boss allowed me to go, and he even gave me ride to KL. He's such a nice guy. Oh yeah, I got some cheaper ticket too. Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMeeGT56OlI/AAAAAAAAATM/qGLJvA_tPD8/s1600/5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMeeGT56OlI/AAAAAAAAATM/qGLJvA_tPD8/s400/5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532564498507512402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I made it. The concert was really awesome. My friends (Jhoni, Immanuel, and Kenneth Mah) and I sneaked to the backstage (too bad they've left :( ), and take everything that we can take. We met one of the Paramore soundmen, his name is Riley and he gave us pick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMeeZnV6GdI/AAAAAAAAATU/xgjh_wgpvhM/s1600/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vFvsTHQc2Rk/TMeeZnV6GdI/AAAAAAAAATU/xgjh_wgpvhM/s400/3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532564830142732754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got their towel and pick. Even the towel was on the ground, we still took it. It was an awesome day. When I got home, I got some surprise. I got Google ads voucher worth RM 150. Dunno what to do with it though. I really thank God for all the things that happened! 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