<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns: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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668</id><updated>2024-10-25T16:27:19.667+07:00</updated><category term="random"/><category term="thoughts"/><category term="personal life"/><category term="collegelife"/><category term="opinion"/><category term="event"/><category term="news"/><category term="New year"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="friends"/><category term="holiday"/><category term="photo"/><category term="pictures"/><category term="poem"/><category term="general"/><category term="just for fun"/><category term="video"/><category term="work"/><category term="God"/><category term="Kartini"/><category term="belief"/><category term="bnec"/><category term="childhood"/><category term="death"/><category term="food"/><category term="girl talk"/><category term="halloween"/><category term="internet"/><category term="quote"/><category term="share"/><category term="songs"/><category term="tips"/><category term="vacation"/><title type='text'>Me and My Miscellaneous Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>My own space to reveal my randomness every now and then~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-6729695977215586682</id><published>2014-05-23T13:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2014-05-23T13:48:43.459+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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This is my old blog. I&#39;ve moved&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://janetvalentina.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Kindly check my latest posts :)&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6729695977215586682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2014/05/i-have-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/6729695977215586682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/6729695977215586682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2014/05/i-have-moved.html' title='I have moved!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjya51_3pvxrZmzCGY92lwNJ8sN41UY0KKYcZxUa9VvT1Uclhyww0H2h9JHFe7gBAFxe63mxG3AZD8MTh94ffg5wOKoo-WmrxeN0SKtzW6e-c9s0jNRvr7LdRCMWBf3lK4DP94-65GP-Tk/s72-c/I&#39;ve+Moved.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-6584582284788527321</id><published>2013-01-26T23:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2013-01-26T23:17:29.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
It gives &lt;b&gt;meaning&lt;/b&gt; to an action,&lt;br /&gt;
and begins a true &lt;b&gt;creation&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;
and sometimes leads us to a &lt;b&gt;confusion&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once It&#39;s glued in mind,&lt;br /&gt;
it becomes slightly stronger than an&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;obsession&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s more&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;realistic&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;than a dream,&lt;br /&gt;
but not as easy as it&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;seems&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanna go back to the time,&lt;br /&gt;
When we were future doctors and astronauts&lt;br /&gt;
When we had magic wands and super powers&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now that we are here in time&lt;br /&gt;
Why do all we have,&lt;br /&gt;
are doubts and self-wonders?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6584582284788527321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2013/01/passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/6584582284788527321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/6584582284788527321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2013/01/passion.html' title='Passion.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-2884263197714840231</id><published>2012-12-04T19:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-12-04T21:51:30.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What about the doomsday?</title><content type='html'>What would you do if you only had several months, no, less than a month to live?&lt;br /&gt;
Well I guess you guys know where this topic is leading to, since everyone&#39;s been talking a lot about doomsday.&lt;br /&gt;
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What is doomsday? Reading the word, I guess it&#39;s the day when everyone&#39;s gonna be.. doomed? #randomthought&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s just, recently doomsday has become the hot topic everywhere. I heard a lot of jokes about doomsday, one of them says &quot;The first thing I&#39;d do on January 1st, 2013 is to watch 2012 movie.&quot; You know, the movie which was about doomsday being predicted to happen in the year 2012.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s somehow kind of amusing if you actually do celebrate it as &quot;surviving the doomsday&quot; after you go through a day which was predicted to be the doomsday. But seriously, I think I&#39;ve seen a poster on my Facebook news feed to celebrate the New Year&#39;s Eve. But the title clearly says &quot;End of The World&quot;. When I first saw it I thought people are just trying to mock the doomsday thing, but clearly on second thought maybe they just wanna have fun with the theme. What theme could be more interesting than &quot;End of The World&quot;? It would be awesome unless ... the doomsday really happens after that. Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know this topic isn&#39;t really important or whatsoever, but I&#39;m actually interested of what people think about doomsday. That&#39;s why I opened this blog post with the question above. What do you think about doomsday? Is it scary to you? Or do you find it funny when a lot of people start to worry if the doomsday is gonna come right on the day it has been predicted? Or.. do you just not care at all?&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of doomsday prophecies, I can still recall there were more than 1 doomsday prophecy before this year. One of them was the prophecy saying that the world&#39;s gonna end in 2000. Twelve years have passed, my friend. And it looks like the prophecy didn&#39;t get it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve also heard there were some communities who predicted doomsday on certain date, years ago. In the end the doomsday didn&#39;t actually happen (like they predicted/ wanted to, apparently) and they ended up, well.. killing themselves because it didn&#39;t happen.&amp;nbsp;Regardless of what they believe or what they have faith in, I&#39;m more concerned about why they would do something like that. Shouldn&#39;t we feel happy if the doomsday doesn&#39;t happen like it was predicted? It just doesn&#39;t make sense to me. But it&#39;s their choice, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to the main question, how much do you care about the doomsday thing?&lt;br /&gt;
If you ask me, I&#39;d say, I would be more likely not to believe doomsday prophecies.&lt;br /&gt;
Why? Because I think it&#39;s not accurate, and doomsday wouldn&#39;t be predicted THAT easily.&lt;br /&gt;
Besides, focusing on doomsday is like focusing on your mistakes,your weaknesses, or what you regret, considering that doomsday is almost always seen as a negative thing rather than a positive thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I say I&#39;d rather try to live better each day than keep worrying about something that of course WILL happen someday, but you don&#39;t know when.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then again, it&#39;s just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
What&#39;s yours?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/2884263197714840231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/12/what-about-doomsday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/2884263197714840231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/2884263197714840231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/12/what-about-doomsday.html' title='What about the doomsday?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqExQUPnOchGya3wWHfTL12XEPY8PuYJFqVKvNx-8M-9Id388G4NHW-pd5ah9FpuWAst70QOnwM6945WVee9pL9Bf5XUCdhi6pLXNXUgKmEv_odslPXnFsayg1Fu7y_gxWeC0UM6FLXok/s72-c/doomsday-calendar.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-159550498100550443</id><published>2012-10-30T00:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-10-30T00:09:47.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'>State Of Grace - Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m walking fast through the traffic lights&lt;br /&gt;
Busy streets and busy lives&lt;br /&gt;
And all we know is touch and go&lt;br /&gt;
We are alone with our changing minds&lt;br /&gt;
We fall in love till it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I never saw you coming&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;
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You come around and the armor falls&lt;br /&gt;
Pierce the room like a cannon ball&lt;br /&gt;
Now all we know, is don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;
We are alone just you and me&lt;br /&gt;
Up in your room and our slates are clean&lt;br /&gt;
Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So you were never a saint.&lt;br /&gt;
I love the shades of wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
We learn to live with the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
Mosaic broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
But this love is great and wild.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I never saw you coming&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is a state of grace&lt;br /&gt;
This is a worth while fight&lt;br /&gt;
Love is a ruthless game&lt;br /&gt;
Unless you play it good and right&lt;br /&gt;
These are the hands of fate&lt;br /&gt;
You’re my Achilles heel&lt;br /&gt;
This is the golden age of something good&lt;br /&gt;
And right and real&lt;br /&gt;
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And I never saw you coming&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I never saw you coming&lt;br /&gt;
And I’ll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is a state of grace&lt;br /&gt;
This is a worth while fight&lt;br /&gt;
Love is a ruthless game&lt;br /&gt;
Unless you play it good and right</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/159550498100550443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/10/state-of-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/159550498100550443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/159550498100550443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/10/state-of-grace.html' title='State Of Grace - Taylor Swift'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-709679978172536393</id><published>2012-10-13T00:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-12-08T09:41:32.054+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Clock&lt;/div&gt;
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by: Janet Valentina&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s 10.00 o’clock in the
morning. I just opened my clock shop, later than usual.&amp;nbsp;Thesedays there aren’t many people who are
interested in buying antiques, especially in early mornings, not like the old
days when everyone loves cuckoo clocks. I bet today’s going to be another plain
day, spent for cleaning my clocks, serving few customers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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“Sir?” I was cleaning an
owl-shaped clock when a kid suddenly appeared at the door. He looks around 10.
I actually never had such a young customer before. I wonder if he’s going to be
one, well, I also wonder why such a young kid would want to visit an old clock
shop.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Good morning, kid. How can I
help you?” I smiled. He looks pretty curious, I can tell from how he peeks from
behind the door. He doesn’t reply, yet his big eyes are wandering around my
shop.&lt;/div&gt;
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“How can I help you, kid? Do you
want to look around? Just come inside to get a closer look.” I offered him a
welcome. &lt;/div&gt;
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The young boy still hesitates,
but then he decides to walk inside. He finally stands right in front of my
table. He seems more relaxed, not as hesitant as he was before. I suddenly
start feeling worried now. The thing is, my clock shop is not located in a busy
downtown. Although it’s pretty popular around here, I don’t think it’s easy to
find my shop, especially if&amp;nbsp; you’re a
very young child. I can surely say my shop is not a really a favourite place
for children.Not even close. Is he lost?&lt;/div&gt;
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“My dad said you have the best
clocks in town.” His little voice breaks the silence.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Well, thank you. My shop is the
oldest one here though. I thought you might be interested in new and
sophisticated ones? I only own antiques that your parents would like.”&lt;/div&gt;
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He shooks his head and gave me a
simple smile.&lt;/div&gt;
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“What is that? Can you get it for
me?”&amp;nbsp; He points his finger to the top of
the shelf behind me. I think he’s pointing to a very old clock. It’s small and,
a little bit dusty. Not for sale, either. It was a clock I made by myself,
meant to be a birthday gift for my wife, but I wasn’t able to give it to her. Ten
years ago, 2 days before her birthday, she passed away without saying any
goodbye. I was too busy fixing and making clocks so that I could pay the
hospital bills. But then a single phone call stopped me from working. A
heart-breaking news that made me feel dying inside.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Sir?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Oh, well, it’s not for sale,
kid. But you’ve got good eyes.” I tried to smile, but it came out bitter.&lt;/div&gt;
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“It’s a really nice clock, sir.
Are you sure it’s not for sale? People would want to buy it, like I do.” His
eyes got bigger.&lt;/div&gt;
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“It’s just an old clock, kid. I
have newer ones, like these. But I’m sorry, the clock you want is not for sale.”
I showed him a few clocks I just made. They look a bit modern, I think. I don’t
even know why I’m trying to adjust to modern things thesedays, while I know
it’s not my style to make those kind of things.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
He doesn’t seem interested. I can
tell because his eyes got smaller, not as excited as before. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“Sir, can I ask you something?” &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“Sure, kid. What is it?” I
replied. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“Is it wrong to be not on time?”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“Sorry? What do you mean?” I get
confused.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“My mom used to tell me that I
have to be always on time. She would always remind me to know what time it is.
She said that things will be alright if everything is on time.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I’ve always loved being on time.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“Then why did you ask me about
being not on time? Were you late for school and feel guilty for that or anything?”
I asked. Puzzled. I think it’s just another children’s confusion about school
and classes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“No. It’s just.. I wanted to be
with mom longer. But everything has to be on time, right? Come on time, and
leave on time.”&amp;nbsp; It hit me hard. I think
I finally understand what this is about. I don’t know what to say to this kid.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“I didn’t know when mom had to
leave, because I didn’t have my own clock with me. So I’m here to buy a clock
from you. I have to know better, next time.” He looks pretty determined to me
now. And sad at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“You must be very on time, sir.
Since you have clocks with you all the time. Is that why you make clocks all
the time? So you know when the time is, for everything?”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Is that why?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I just realized that I never
thought about it. About why I chose being a clock maker for years rather than
trying more common jobs which would pay better. My dad left me this clock shop
of his before he died, but he told me to do whatever I want for a living.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I ended up taking care of the
clock shop for 20 years now. And still counting.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Making clocks, fixing clocks,
working over time to provide people time. It’s almost as if I could control the
time. Hah, now it’s getting funny to think about it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Control the time?&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I start to look around my shop.
Clocks everywhere. Oldest ones, and the newest ones I tried to adjust to modern
life that people are crazy about. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Everything starts to become
blurry and flashbacks are coming after me. When I first handled my own clock
shop, when I met my wife and we ran the clock shop together, when she passed
away and everything weirdly, still felt as if she was still here..&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I understand now. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I&#39;ve been running this clock shop not because
my dad left it to me, nor because I love being a clock maker. Well I am always
on time, because time has been a part of me for a long while, but that’s not
it. I feel secure the most when I’m in my clock shop. Clocks ticking, and I’m
handling it. I can control the time, literally. And that gives me the best
feeling in the world.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I’ve always wished that I could
turn back the time, all these years.. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
And this kid, just made me
realized that I’d never be able to do that. I have to move on.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I feel a bit depressed, yet I
feel relieved. Maybe it’s what has been missing from my life. A new hope. A
plan. A future. I’ve always wandered back through time just to make me feel
happy, daydreaming while doing my job. This is the first time in 10 years that
I feel spirited. Thanks to this kid.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I climbed up the ladder and took
the small clock. The one the little boy wanted. The one I planned to give to my
wife, before she passed away.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
The boy’s already walking towards
the door, then I called him. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
“Kid. I’ve got something for
you.”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
He turns around, confused. “Oh,
what is it, sir?”&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I walk to him and give him the
clock. “It’s for you. Consider it a gift. I mean, it’s not for sale, right?” I
smiled widely, wider than ever before.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
His eyes got bigger again, and I
can tell he’s really pleased now.&amp;nbsp; “Thank
you sir, thank you, so much. I’ll show this to my dad.” He ran outside and
disappeared in no time.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
I went back to what I was doing. Cleaning my clocks. But everything feels much different now.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
All of my burdens are gone. I realized how much I have missed in my life. Like how much I&#39;ve loved fishing, for example. or how long I&#39;ve been longing to travel around the cities.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I put the clocks back to their place, grabbed my old rod, and ran outside like that little boy.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t believe I didn&#39;t notice how bright today is. The sky looks breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally understand.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s time for a fresh start.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;If we never try to make it clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;So I take time to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Sharks nibble and I&#39;m out of here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Still messing with the same old fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Black eyes won&#39;t fight to absorb a true sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;But if I don&#39;t stay, if I don&#39;t stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I got my conscience screaming &quot;Where do we go from here?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;If I don&#39;t stay if I don&#39;t stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I know the sky will catch me if I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;We tripping over everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;All we ever know is what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Defend our right to be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Come on now the end is near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;But we&#39;re still messing with the same old fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Lets try and fight to absorb a true sublime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;But if I don&#39;t stay, if I don&#39;t stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I got my conscience screaming &quot;Where do we go from here?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;If I don&#39;t stay if I don&#39;t stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I got my people screaming &quot;What do we do with fear?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;If I don&#39;t stay, if I don&#39;t stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I got my conscience screaming &quot;Where do we go from here?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;If I don&#39;t stay if I don&#39;t stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: seashell; font-family: Verdana, &#39;ヒラギノ角ゴ Pro W3&#39;, &#39;Hiragino Kaku Gothic Pro&#39;, &#39;ＭＳ Ｐゴシック&#39;, &#39;MS PGothic&#39;, Osaka, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I know the sky will catch me if I ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It won&#39;t stop growing until you finally acknowledge another idea, or a few other ideas. These other ideas, will determine how this first idea (your assumption) will live. If they&#39;re supporting your assumption, then shall it live longer and grow bigger, bigger than you expected. But when the other ideas are telling you, NOT to keep your assumption alive, then it will die, slowly or right away.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Is assumption bad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some people grow to learn that assumption is a bad thing, because they have had experiences with wrong assumptions, whether they were made by themselves, or people around them.&lt;/div&gt;
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On the other side, some people love assuming. Maybe they were born with correct assumptions, I don&#39;t know. Or maybe, they just don&#39;t want to give up assuming things. Because assumption means: it can be wrong, but it can also be right. Some people take assumptions to a higher level: math and probabilities. Oh my, I&#39;ll just leave it there.&lt;/div&gt;
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There are lots of things which can start assumptions.&lt;/div&gt;
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It comes when you&#39;re afraid, or when you don&#39;t have enough faith. It comes when you don&#39;t know the truth but you&#39;re just dying to know.&lt;b&gt; It can come from...anything, really.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Assumptions can be annoying too. It can be annoying when the assumptions you make are always wrong, and they end up giving you opposite outcomes, not the ones you wanted. It can also be annoying when people assume wrong things about you.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Assumptions can be dangerous.&lt;/b&gt; Remember Romeo and Juliet? There&#39;s an easy example of how one big mistake can come from an assumption.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But people can&#39;t live without assumptions, can they?&lt;/div&gt;
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Because assumption comes from a feeling. And sometimes, good deeds or surprises come from correct assumptions too.&lt;/div&gt;
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No, we will never have perfectly correct assumptions in our life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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One thing to keep in mind is, too much is never a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;So don&#39;t rely too much on your assumptions, but don&#39;t stop assuming as well.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s tricky as hell, yet it&#39;s a part of our life.&lt;/div&gt;
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So what&#39;s your assumption, now?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/413634354231828019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/07/whats-your-assumption.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/413634354231828019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/413634354231828019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/07/whats-your-assumption.html' title='What&#39;s your assumption?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-4473186076251041704</id><published>2012-05-19T23:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-05-19T23:42:02.431+07:00</updated><title type='text'>............</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, there are things undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;
There are things unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;
There are things unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;
There are things unforgivable.&lt;br /&gt;
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But hey, everything simple will only become complicated if you say &quot;it&#39;s complicated&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Expectation can turn into a disappointment, yes.&lt;br /&gt;
But failure, means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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And that&#39;s life.&lt;br /&gt;
Face it, believe in it,&lt;br /&gt;
Live it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4473186076251041704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/4473186076251041704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/4473186076251041704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post.html' title='............'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-5346721783670809331</id><published>2012-05-04T01:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-05-04T01:03:37.415+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Duty on Demand</title><content type='html'>Have you ever realized that in our social life, the wider networks we have, the more demands are on us?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, some of you might ask &quot;What kind of demand?&quot; or &quot;Nah, why would you call that a demand?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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When we have a certain relationship, with a friend for example, especially if you&#39;re close friends, it means more demand for you, and vice versa. Still don&#39;t get it? Let me give another examples.&lt;/div&gt;
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Parents, what are their demand on you? As a child, you might have to live up to their expectation, like getting A in every subject (now that sounds really Asian, but nevermind), use some of your spare time with your family, attend parties or family gatherings with your big whole family in which you don&#39;t know most of the people, and etc.&lt;/div&gt;
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Friends, or close friends, what are their demand on you? Maybe they expect you to hang out with them much, either going to the mall, movies, cafe, or just gathering in one room to chat and nom snacks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And if you have a boyfriend/ girlfriend. It means you have to manage your time, so that you can have time to be together with him/her too, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Plus there are other things like college, student organization you join, high school friends, and other circles that you have, which also put demands on you.&lt;/div&gt;
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And vice versa, we have certain demands on them too. Because humans need each other, as simple as that. But I&#39;m not going to educate you about basic human needs. I&#39;m just going to focus on this word : &quot;demand&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;So, what&#39;s the big deal?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well it is a big deal, for most of the people. What happens often is that &lt;i&gt;when those demands &quot;collide&quot; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and you have to set your priority. Which demand do you want to fulfill? But no, when I say demand, I don&#39;t address it as &quot;pressure&quot; or anything (in case you think that way), but yes, it can turn into a pressure in your life if you can&#39;t handle it and it stress you out.&lt;/div&gt;
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When you have to fulfill your &quot;demand&quot;, it&#39;s your your social duty. It&#39;s not something which is written by law, but it would be a shame if you don&#39;t do it. It&#39;s like taking groceries from a store without paying (i know my metaphor sucks, but anyway), or being a fake friend who&#39;s only there when you need people, but not there when they need you.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Yes, I will fulfill all of my social demands!&quot; Whoa hold it right there. Here&#39;s the ugly truth.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You can&#39;t fulfill all of social demands on you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, like I said before, we have to set our priorities. Or if you reaaaaally want to fulfill all of those, then it means &lt;b&gt;you have to be very good at managing your time&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Once you have set your priorities, take the consequences and the fact that you will have to sacrifice the other demands to fulfill this top priority demand that you have chosen, put them aside, and either dump them, or fulfill them later.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;But all of them are important for me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well if you think that way, then try it to better your time management skills, your negotiation skills, and make your way to healthy relationships with your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last but not least, never look at the &quot;social demands&quot; in negative way. Because if you do, you&#39;ll feel a lot worse about yourself or others (or both sides) and you won&#39;t be able to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Read, comment, like, share.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5346721783670809331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/05/social-duty-on-demand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/5346721783670809331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/5346721783670809331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/05/social-duty-on-demand.html' title='Social Duty on Demand'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-4502294831797867178</id><published>2012-04-22T06:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-04-22T10:19:06.766+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to being faithful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
One of the narrowest definition of being faithful would be &quot;not to leave your partner&quot; or &quot;not to love somebody else while you&#39;re together with someone&quot;. And of course, this is something which relates to romance relationship.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, people say that relationship is always sweetest when it&#39;s new, somehow it tends to turn bitter as the time flows, or you can say, flatter? It actually depends on how we manage the bliss of it, but apparently, a lot of relationships break because of the simplest things as&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;this.&lt;/div&gt;
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One out of millions relationship issues, is when you start seeing someone else. By this, I don&#39;t mean dating or something like that. You just like this certain person, either his/her appearance, or his/her personality. And no, you&#39;re not in love with him/her. And here&#39;s the most important thing that should be underlined. He/she, is not your boyfriend/ girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The question is, why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And then you start wonder and think about your current relationship with your bf or gf. &quot;No, there&#39;s no problem in our relationship&quot;, you say. &quot;We&#39;re good and we&#39;re not fighting. But why does this weird feeling grow towards him/her? I&#39;m perfectly fine with my relationship.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And then it gets confusing.&lt;br /&gt;
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People can translate this feeling differently, depending on how they see their relationship. Some could probably think &quot;This isn&#39;t right. I should get rid of this feeling immediately&quot; but some others would take this as a serious sign which then leads them to a break up.&lt;br /&gt;
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These are why:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. You&#39;re in a long distance relationship, so you can&#39;t meet each other as much as you want to.&lt;br /&gt;
2. You&#39;re in a stage of relationship where everything&#39;s just ok. But that&#39;s it. &lt;strike&gt;Flat&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
3. You&#39;re bored with your bf/gf. &amp;nbsp;This can be caused by either number 2, number 1, or both of them. Or you&#39;re just bored.&lt;br /&gt;
4. You&#39;re not really serious with your bf/gf. Period.&lt;br /&gt;
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So those situations above are probably what makes you have this attracted feeling towards that someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
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For those who want to get rid of that feeling, but don&#39;t know why, here are the facts why you shouldn&#39;t take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, your current feeling , it comes easily, and guess what? it goes easily too. You&#39;re either in a long distance relationship or you&#39;re relationship is just being flat right now. What you&#39;re feeling towards this someone is &lt;b&gt;nothing, &lt;/b&gt;I&#39;m gonna say it again, &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;, compared to your feeling towards your bf/gf.&lt;br /&gt;
Try to remember the sweet memories, what you&#39;ve been through with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;Remember why you wanted to be with your partner&lt;/u&gt; and&lt;u&gt; remember why you&#39;re still with her/him.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh and if you were the chasing one, you can try to remember how much you have sacrificed to get her/him before you finally got together :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Second, when you start putting attention of someone else, it means &lt;b&gt;you&#39;re not putting attention of what you&#39;re supposed to, which is your relationship&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, that precious relationship you&#39;ve been taking care of for so long. No matter how long you&#39;ve been together, it&#39;s what matters more than seeing some other person, which doesn&#39;t guarantee that you&#39;ll get as much love as you&#39;ve been getting from your partner.&lt;br /&gt;
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Third, think about your current bf/gf, and how they would feel if they know about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I guess you can imagine how sad they would be&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fourth, realize the fact that &lt;b&gt;relationship isn&#39;t always about all the sweet things&lt;/b&gt;, it&#39;s about accepting each other and building this strong foundation that keeps your love alive. Don&#39;t give up on things too easily, especially the things you&#39;ve been fighting for, like your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cherish, and be grateful for what you have.&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s it for today :D&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4502294831797867178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/04/when-it-comes-to-being-faithful.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/4502294831797867178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/4502294831797867178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/04/when-it-comes-to-being-faithful.html' title='When it comes to being faithful...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-1874930035841433328</id><published>2012-04-21T13:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-04-21T13:39:18.009+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kartini"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opinion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Women&#39;s Emancipation, How do you dig it?</title><content type='html'>Happy Kartini&#39;s day, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Who&#39;s Kartini?&quot; you might ask, (would be surprising if you&#39;re Indonesian and you still don&#39;t know who she is).&amp;nbsp;Now let me lead you to this fact first, before I talk about something more interesting :3&lt;br /&gt;
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A long long time ago, approximately in the middle of 19th century, women in Indonesia were not allowed to attend schools. Only men were allowed. That time, Indonesia was colonized by Netherland, and for some reasons, women&#39;s degree was far lower than men at that time, and that&#39;s why, women were not able to get the same education as men were.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Kartini, this brave young woman at that time, was the one who started the move of woman&#39;s emancipation.&lt;br /&gt;
She was born to the aristocracy, and she got the privilege to be able to attend Dutch colonial school. And so she became the first native woman allowed to learn to read and write in Dutch, not only because she was born in a rich family, but also because of her intelligence. Starting from that time, she kept fighting for women&#39;s right to have the same degree and rights as men, to make choices in any aspects of their lives. Long story short, Kartini had inspired so many women to make a change of &amp;nbsp;women&#39;s rights. (for complete story, you can read it &amp;nbsp;by clicking&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.answers.com/topic/raden-ajeng-kartini&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Regardless of where we live and what our nationality is, I think it didn&#39;t only happen in Indonesia that women couldn&#39;t have the same rights as men did. Thankfully, today women have become as intelligent, important, and rightful as men. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now how about social nature? Does it have anything to do with women&#39;s emancipation? I find it confusing yet fun to talk about (especially when I talk about this with men) regarding what &amp;nbsp;today&#39;s women have to do and not have to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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We (as in women) want to get these rights, in the name of &amp;nbsp;&quot;women&#39;s emancipation&quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
- Equal amount of salary&lt;br /&gt;
- Equal opportunities&lt;br /&gt;
- Equal... just everything women weren&#39;t used to have.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then, men (well most of the men I discussed about this with) pointed out about these facts:&lt;br /&gt;
If, we want to cherish this woman&#39;s emancipation&#39;s issue,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;.. then why do men still have to pay for the restaurant bills?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;.. then why do women not confess their feelings first to the men they love?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;.. then why do men still have to do those things that women call &#39;the things a man should do, just because he&#39;s a man&#39; ?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There are more of things that they pointed out (or indirectly complained about, actually XD ) but I think those are good representations of what men think about women&#39;s emancipation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Somehow, men feel uneasy about this women&#39;s emancipation thingy, because of this idea:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Women only want equal rights, but not equal responsibilities&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A friend of mine once said this &quot;Why do girls only want the privileges, but they don&#39;t want to do what men do? like confessing to someone she likes, for example. It seems that girls only want the fun&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To answer that, read this phrase carefully -&amp;gt; &quot;Girls just wanna have fun&quot; lol jk.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my opinion, women&#39;s emancipation doesn&#39;t mean &#39;women get to have everything and do everything as men do&#39;. There&#39;s this thing called nature that should be kept, i.e wife&#39;s responsibility to take care of children and husband&#39;s responsibility to be the family&#39;s backbone. And so that explains why still, most women don&#39;t do love confessions (eventhough it&#39;s not forbidden to do the opposite). It&#39;s just as simple as nature.&lt;br /&gt;
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But of course you have your own opinions about this, don&#39;t you?&lt;br /&gt;
Ladies and gentlemen, feel free to comment here below.&lt;br /&gt;
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See you on my next post. Cheers!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1874930035841433328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/04/womens-emancipation-how-do-you-dig-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/1874930035841433328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/1874930035841433328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/04/womens-emancipation-how-do-you-dig-it.html' title='Women&#39;s Emancipation, How do you dig it?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-7803749687694603944</id><published>2012-04-10T11:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-04-10T11:27:09.684+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opinion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>A Better Place to Live</title><content type='html'>Recently my parents told me to find another boarding house which is, cheaper, (which also means more affordable). For college students who actually live far from their campus(es), boarding house is like, their second home (almost beats the 1st, actually), a heaven-like place to just throw yourself onto your bed, a place to hibernate when you&#39;re sick (or when you don&#39;t feel like doing anything), the best place to just procrastinate, do homeworks, watch tv, study (I almost forgot about this, lol) and etc, etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rent fee varies, depending on the facilities that a boarding room has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what are the things a boarding room can possibly have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Air Conditioner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was pretty much a huge factor of whether I was going to take the room or not. The place where I live has a nasty hot weather. So when I first entered university, I decided to take a room which has AC. Understandable, right? But usually when a boarding rooms has AC inside, it means, more money to spend (if you know what i mean)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Beds (you don&#39;t say?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can&#39;t call it a bedroom without a bed. So basically in each boarding house, they surely provide beds in each room, but the comfy level (that&#39;s how I call it) vary. For example, in my current boarding room, the bed is somewhat too adaptable because when you sit on a certain area of the bed more often than other areas, it&#39;ll become softer and softer till it become so soft that you can feel the spring and almost sit on the floor. But don&#39;t worry, once you get off the bed and start to not sit there too much, it&#39;ll automatically be back to its original shape and not too soft as it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Cable TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this is actually something that helps you relax when you have a day off. With cable TV we can watch international channels with a lot of movies and series. Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you have a bathroom inside your boarding room,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, the room can be a damp room. So when you leave the room with AC turned on, the room will be ok. But when it&#39;s off, and you leave it for a few days, when you get back you&#39;ll be able to smell the dampness. The advantage of having your own bathroom is, you won&#39;t be sharing it with people you don&#39;t know (who might not be aware of its cleanliness). Just do&#39;n&#39;t forget to clean the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, (but absolutely not least) is the internet. Internet connection is an important thing to have in your boarding room (or at least that&#39;s what i think). There are several internet providers around boarding houses and the connection speed also varies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe each person has their own preferences of their boarding house facilities. Some people might think &quot;Oh I just need the room and internet, I don&#39;t need the bed&quot;, and some others might think &quot;I only need the bed, I don&#39;t need the internet, tv, and such&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my story, I&#39;m trying to get a more affordable room, but comfy enough. So I have to eliminate some of &amp;nbsp; the facilities that I&#39;m currently having in my current boarding house. Surprisingly, I decided to eliminate &quot;AC&quot; and guess what, the new boarding room with no AC is gonna be 40% cheaper than my current boarding room. Seeing the bright side, I still have my precious internet connection. so, HAH &amp;gt;8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were me, which of those facilities would you eliminate and which would you keep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comment right below :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/7803749687694603944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/04/better-place-to-live.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/7803749687694603944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/7803749687694603944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/04/better-place-to-live.html' title='A Better Place to Live'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpWRRSjDC8UHh1jU2ZMMBrdxlAg0MdbhZOyH1_YqcFvpCYqxXQuO9nGIef6gH6az8dWDH28j8Hqcj9bHcU4DT17s9q3YTY2lYs0qbaWg6FU-4MTMBjiKZBrp5rJl8wIxAiI2XTEcYbWjc/s72-c/tumblr_ldphjne9xp1qbiyego1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-5703569058605750227</id><published>2012-03-14T12:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T12:31:07.796+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collegelife"/><title type='text'>Minors oh Minors</title><content type='html'>Apparently this is my 70th post (which is not an important fact at all) and anyways, Happy White Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m currently sitting in front of my laptop in my usual place a.k.a boarding room and since I have no class today, I decided to write a bit here.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the world knows, in a life of a university student, there are times when they have to choose a thing out of many things, and those things are just very important to choose very carefully, yet they tend to be so confusing and bring a lot of stress. My fellow 4th semester students in Computer Science major must have understood what I&#39;m talking about. Yes, i&#39;m talking about &lt;b&gt;MINORS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What is minor?&lt;/b&gt; Minor is a secondary focus of an undergraduate degree. After taking a major in university, students will have to choose a minor in a certain time. For example, my major is Computer Science, and in my 4th semester I have to choose 1 minor out of 7 minors. Minor can be called a &quot;specialty&quot; because when you choose a minor, it becomes the focus of your study and it will mostly have something to do with your thesis later. So, I did say that it&#39;s important to choose it carefully because it somehow affects what you&#39;re going to do next after you graduate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Interactive Multimedia&lt;br /&gt;
Software Engineering&lt;br /&gt;
Database Systems&lt;br /&gt;
Artificial Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;
CISCO (Applied Networking)&lt;br /&gt;
ORACLE (Applied Database)&lt;br /&gt;
Networking&lt;br /&gt;
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Those words above are the minors that I have to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve decided to choose Database Systems&lt;br /&gt;
Which one sounds interesting to you? :3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5703569058605750227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/03/minors-oh-minors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/5703569058605750227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/5703569058605750227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/03/minors-oh-minors.html' title='Minors oh Minors'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-4472992917744180621</id><published>2012-02-27T15:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T15:17:55.876+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Dream.. Yay or nay?</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m wondering if any of you dreams in your sleep every night?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I myself don&#39;t dream in my sleep many times, but strangely, once I dream, I get weird dreams, most of my dreams don&#39;t make sense. Sad, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/AVvXsEhLtJOkUzMbADN9gEPnMZKWSM7pzU1-Cw-vOltDXrDH4HU6akFt9kVPPx7GURuvpR9gHUZEXIRowEKf9ZULQmgkuLX00d82-vP_xG5hSEvWd6EPrDCHcGlJCiNa3JVFLGxRJVnZNKtCBRc/s1600/Dream-Interpretation.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; height=&quot;276&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtJOkUzMbADN9gEPnMZKWSM7pzU1-Cw-vOltDXrDH4HU6akFt9kVPPx7GURuvpR9gHUZEXIRowEKf9ZULQmgkuLX00d82-vP_xG5hSEvWd6EPrDCHcGlJCiNa3JVFLGxRJVnZNKtCBRc/s320/Dream-Interpretation.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you like dreaming? Maybe some of you would say &quot;Yes I&#39;d love to dream if the dream is pleasant&quot; or &quot;I wouldn&#39;t like dreaming if the dreams are bad and just making my sleep uncomfortable&quot;. Well, it&#39;s obvious that everybody would say that. Or.. Does any of you like getting nightmares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember reading an online article about dreams, it says that right after we wake up from a dream, &lt;b&gt;about 5 minutes after, we&#39;ll forget 90% of our dream that we just had&lt;/b&gt;. I was like &quot;Riiight... so that&#39;s why I can barely remember my dreams, even the oddest ones&quot;. It&#39;s a unique fact but, kinda depressing sometimes, especially when you have a very good dream and you wanna tell your friends about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &quot;Hey guys! Guess what? I dreamed a very cool dream last night!!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends: &quot;Really? Tell us about it!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&quot;Oh.. wait... I forgot. Nevermind. See ya later!&quot; *runs off*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends: &quot;@#&amp;amp;*%$!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not like the conversation above, I am actually annoyed if I can&#39;t remember my own dream, even if I don&#39;t want to share it with my friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &quot;Hey guys! Guess what? I dreamed a very funny dream last night! It was awesome!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend:&quot;Really? Tell us about it!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:*forgets*&quot;So I was at the park.. and.. uh.. wait.. oh yeah then I sat on the bench.. then...urgh.. why am i losing my memory..? Wait.. &quot; *serious face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend: *poker face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15 minutes later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends:*still waiting* &quot;You know what? Nevermind.. It&#39;s ok if you don&#39;t remember it.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: D: &quot;But but... it was very funny! I promise you! Stay here and listen..&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friend: &quot;Sorry, but I gotta go. I have class in 5 minutes&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &quot;Nooo.... I&#39;m begging you..pleaaassee.. PLEAAAASEEE.........&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Alone in bedroom, just woke up from my sleep*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &quot;Wow that was the best dream ever!&quot; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *tries to recall the story and imagine the best part of the dream*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:*losing memory* &quot;Wait.. no... don&#39;t lose it, don&#39;t lose it..&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:*totally lost it* D8 &quot;NYOOOOO...&quot; *dramatic*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, I was exaggerating. I&#39;m not retarded like that. (or am i?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreaming is like a phenomenon to me. Because it happens at random times, and some dreams are believed to have meanings. Good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the dreams known to bring bad meaning is a dream of losing your teeth. I heard It means someone you know is gonna pass away. Yes, this kind of dream always freaks me out when I have it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and about dreaming, don&#39;t you think it&#39;s better to have nightmares than sweet dreams?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because when you have bad dreams, when you wake up you&#39;ll realize that reality is much better than your dream. When you dream such a nice dream, when you wake up you&#39;ll realize that reality is not as pleasant as your dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4472992917744180621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/02/dream-yay-or-nay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/4472992917744180621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/4472992917744180621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/02/dream-yay-or-nay.html' title='Dream.. Yay or nay?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtJOkUzMbADN9gEPnMZKWSM7pzU1-Cw-vOltDXrDH4HU6akFt9kVPPx7GURuvpR9gHUZEXIRowEKf9ZULQmgkuLX00d82-vP_xG5hSEvWd6EPrDCHcGlJCiNa3JVFLGxRJVnZNKtCBRc/s72-c/Dream-Interpretation.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-5388016232583007250</id><published>2012-02-09T02:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-08-03T08:59:53.866+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>A Value to Keep</title><content type='html'>Is it because I used the word &quot;Killer&quot; in the previous post that I killed the post? o3o&lt;br /&gt;
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The word &quot;kill&quot; somehow makes me think about death. Well, I know sometimes it&#39;s not a very good thing to talk about, but like it or not, death has always been the part of our life. Nobody lives forever, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Sad news came today, a senior of mine in Junior High School passed away because of rafting. When she was rafting with her friends , the raft they were on was stucked between rocks and suddenly a swift river stream made it almost flipped. Four of them including my senior fell off the raft. My senior was the only one who went missing. Today the SAR team found her in the middle of undercut rocks, but unfortunately she was no longer alive..&lt;br /&gt;
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Deep condolences to her family, although I never knew her personally, I know that she&#39;s smart, a good friend to others, and most likely she will be missed by everyone she knows. R.I.P Angelina Yofanka. May God accept you in His side and give strength to your family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t you realize that when you hear, see, or know something about people dying, your mind is immediately wrapped in thoughts. I don&#39;t know about others, but for me, everytime I hear news about death, I become more aware of something : &lt;b&gt;The fact that I&#39;m alive and still have time to live this life to the fullest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If we think more deeply about it, we can realize that actually people die everyday and in every part of this world. But have you ever thought&lt;b&gt; why it&#39;s always either the death of those whom you know, or the ones you see on TV, that makes you stop for a while and be more grateful of your own life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The answer is simple: it&#39;s because we&#39;re human beings. Human beings are influenced the most by things around them.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do people do when they hear about death? Some of people will just busy talking about it and forget later, some people don&#39;t really care. But there are also some people who take the value of life and learn more, be grateful of their lives and start to live a much better life.&lt;br /&gt;
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We don&#39;t have to hear about other&#39;s death to value life, but we&amp;nbsp;cry and laugh throughout our life.&lt;br /&gt;
Now it&#39;s your choice, how to value your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or not to.&lt;br /&gt;
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:)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/5388016232583007250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/02/value-to-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/5388016232583007250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/5388016232583007250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/02/value-to-keep.html' title='A Value to Keep'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxTruiy9HB2Do8DleAmdoyLXP6KNWXCn67Xhcnch2oP8fd3vH2n0lNUKdk5faxR3NYnMtV9aOjB1xcOJIZ5w4E7mac4r0A18ZScHIKzAAcib_EyUBDUmGiLOm_vbPtssgXzPBoUtLDVw/s72-c/life.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-391220204133531327</id><published>2012-01-15T20:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:03:48.094+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just for fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="share"/><title type='text'>Boredom Killer! #1</title><content type='html'>Hola! It&#39;s time for a new post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m not really in the mood for a kind of &quot;motivational&quot; or &quot;self-thoughts&quot; post like what I usually do, but now I&#39;mma share some awesome websites that you can visit. Some of these links are actually not new, I discovered about them about 2 years ago until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found these links again on my bookmark folders so I decided to share them with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in case I&#39;ll post more website links, I introduce this post as &quot;Boredom Killer! #1&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let&#39;s get to the awesome part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Name the countries!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think you can name all of the countries in the world? I know some of you might think &quot;Hah, useless game&quot; but really, once you play it and find out that you only know very little of the countries&#39; names, you&#39;ll get more curious each time you play. You&#39;ll be given 15 minutes to type all of the names and believe me, you&#39;ll find those weird-named-countries and be like &quot;This country DOES EXISTS?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sporcle.com/games/g/world&quot;&gt;http://www.sporcle.com/games/g/world&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/AVvXsEghBpqHaLbiyMxB0VYuEhmFKNsXsciXRylseURQPaNBHnrHve0KXqytfIdQABm5b3qwGWrMKGOLSZ46cR7X8AbjNu0bTxwcKtJceeZaZsABx1Wo8XypkjXD1EgHQra0WammkFfJnASRQ1k/s1600/countries.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;297&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBpqHaLbiyMxB0VYuEhmFKNsXsciXRylseURQPaNBHnrHve0KXqytfIdQABm5b3qwGWrMKGOLSZ46cR7X8AbjNu0bTxwcKtJceeZaZsABx1Wo8XypkjXD1EgHQra0WammkFfJnASRQ1k/s320/countries.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Tone Matrix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This game, application, whatever it is called.. is genius. And truly boredom killer!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how you make it work:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Click on the boxes randomly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wait and listen, they&#39;ll make awesome music&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Then you won&#39;t be able to stop clicking on different boxes just to see how awesome it would sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lab.andre-michelle.com/tonematrix&quot;&gt;http://lab.andre-michelle.com/tonematrix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. 9gag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I think you know it. Go there, you&#39;ll find lots of truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the time you&#39;re finished, either unexpected hours will have passed, or you&#39;ll find yourself procrastinating a lot. It&#39;s ADDICTING.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://9gag.com/&quot;&gt;http://9gag.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/AVvXsEjPAQjYN0cBeN8OJ7lioggvHF3X-_xhTUwT42bvCMnkItQZ1GkmNsetdVD3QDLzUSPVD4XbBGDoBuQzNJORVOmWsSl-vjEdiAzRJdJp7V1RFVO8C_HmrUPVg9ai26m8D_4J7uab-kI4bdU/s1600/9gag.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;316&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPAQjYN0cBeN8OJ7lioggvHF3X-_xhTUwT42bvCMnkItQZ1GkmNsetdVD3QDLzUSPVD4XbBGDoBuQzNJORVOmWsSl-vjEdiAzRJdJp7V1RFVO8C_HmrUPVg9ai26m8D_4J7uab-kI4bdU/s320/9gag.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Wallbase&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you&#39;re online, and you&#39;re running out of things to do, but you&#39;re too lazy to play games or even read,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are lots of desktop wallpapers out there, waiting to be downloaded. Yes, it&#39;s a website providing lots of HD and cool wallpapers you need. So far I think wallbase is the best wallpaper website I&#39;ve ever found. So check it out. Go find yourself some wallpapers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://wallbase.cc/start/&quot;&gt;http://wallbase.cc/start/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/AVvXsEgc2mm0pSlBj7T1B7QRtGiv2DCH6GtJjVDai4yiv0IuVNiBJLR1Yj0gOLwHyjvVlIxnD_wZwFiQ_LuH6eV9QZvbAfm4ACmJfDR0G9RQX03LfUB78v6UipRhv93OWkwTKGtl6u1hTLAni-U/s1600/wallbase.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;169&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2mm0pSlBj7T1B7QRtGiv2DCH6GtJjVDai4yiv0IuVNiBJLR1Yj0gOLwHyjvVlIxnD_wZwFiQ_LuH6eV9QZvbAfm4ACmJfDR0G9RQX03LfUB78v6UipRhv93OWkwTKGtl6u1hTLAni-U/s320/wallbase.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Robot Unicorn Attack game&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Anyone knows this? The first time I was told about this game by my online friend, she told me that this game is very manly. So I tried it, and yeah. It was the manliest game ever made XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Try. it. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gameonly.com/de/spiele/actionspiele/spielen-spiel-robot-unicorn-attack-3703.htm&quot;&gt;http://www.gameonly.com/de/spiele/actionspiele/spielen-spiel-robot-unicorn-attack-3703.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/AVvXsEhhbQ82C4_mevh4wj13-oGlu7CFNq22sbDWZ5lhHGfyCwTVuje-5JizYk7wGHSWa7jVIwl9LHSX2uJBxYPohI_SSt_EHDv5GrL08VYI7MNPU9mpZpufzFsYQ3JzjH7Bv-5Xe_BjjJfZUSM/s1600/Capture.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;254&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhbQ82C4_mevh4wj13-oGlu7CFNq22sbDWZ5lhHGfyCwTVuje-5JizYk7wGHSWa7jVIwl9LHSX2uJBxYPohI_SSt_EHDv5GrL08VYI7MNPU9mpZpufzFsYQ3JzjH7Bv-5Xe_BjjJfZUSM/s320/Capture.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Buttons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, lazy people full of boredom, you can still click using your mouse, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try this and you&#39;ll find epic buttons like Mario Bros, Mortal Combat, and many more :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.instantsfun.es/&quot;&gt;http://www.instantsfun.es/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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/AVvXsEgVgr15qK__WVO5tppyA_2GqHcC4ZvNsWf704HMDEzWmphuPayHlh8doGNpie1So7g9hKPjEYCubkqEYgzbtvxYJo4lACTomjM9Yhjo1Dz3jpMEqyhjwxzWKKqTVDZFAjgEDds6lArVnhA/s1600/buttons.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;182&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgr15qK__WVO5tppyA_2GqHcC4ZvNsWf704HMDEzWmphuPayHlh8doGNpie1So7g9hKPjEYCubkqEYgzbtvxYJo4lACTomjM9Yhjo1Dz3jpMEqyhjwxzWKKqTVDZFAjgEDds6lArVnhA/s320/buttons.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Tetris Battle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least for now, this game is somehow very addicting for me. Basically it&#39;s just like conventional tetris, but it&#39;s fun cuz you&#39;re playing against others by sending lines to their tetris frame by playing it well (or even making a Tetris). Log on to your facebook account and search with the keyword &quot;Tetris Battle&quot;. That should help. C:&lt;/div&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/AVvXsEjZACr7JwMWYPVt4NTHpgoLn1raeZQ3WViERhYtUYQBDD5usc_THJnD1fy979PydyP2t6pEhKgEUPGhNiD2aVS3e6r_zTQnln6CC4yTna-o_91dL6aepiC9lEDJEBtz9x2GolL-4QsFnB8/s1600/tetris.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;272&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZACr7JwMWYPVt4NTHpgoLn1raeZQ3WViERhYtUYQBDD5usc_THJnD1fy979PydyP2t6pEhKgEUPGhNiD2aVS3e6r_zTQnln6CC4yTna-o_91dL6aepiC9lEDJEBtz9x2GolL-4QsFnB8/s320/tetris.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that&#39;s all for now. I hope these links are helpful, you know, to kill your boredom and not to make you procrastinate too much from your work XD (that happens to me a lot). Adios!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/391220204133531327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/01/boredom-killer-1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/391220204133531327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/391220204133531327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2012/01/boredom-killer-1.html' title='Boredom Killer! #1'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBpqHaLbiyMxB0VYuEhmFKNsXsciXRylseURQPaNBHnrHve0KXqytfIdQABm5b3qwGWrMKGOLSZ46cR7X8AbjNu0bTxwcKtJceeZaZsABx1Wo8XypkjXD1EgHQra0WammkFfJnASRQ1k/s72-c/countries.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-6947737168412522462</id><published>2011-12-31T14:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:07:50.659+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>A Quick Review of This &quot;What-A-2011!&quot;</title><content type='html'>December 31st! This is it! Time to review this whole year and also, my resolutions that I made last year.&lt;div&gt;I actually have read my blogpost about my 2011 resolutions, and it turns out that some of them aren&#39;t successful or not even started xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway, let&#39;s review~ :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting from the successful one, I guess I managed to be more thankful for what I have this year, knowing that sometimes I can&#39;t get what I want, I&#39;ve realized that if I can&#39;t get something I want, eventually I&#39;ll get what I need (and it would turn out to be better than what I want) so.. hurray for 1st resolution :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second is &quot;be more serious in my study and be able to reach my goals&quot;, for this one, I think I&#39;ve become more serious in study, and worked harder to achieve my goals. But I do admit that there are some (ok, a lot) of procrastinations that I&#39;ve done during 2011 (which gives me an idea for my 2012 resolutions)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third and fourth, learning how to cook and how to play guitar. -__- Unfortunately I couldn&#39;t make it. I was too busy with college and a few issues so I haven&#39;t been able to learn both of them...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My willingness for those things are still huge, though. We&#39;ll see what I can do next year :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth, &quot;appreciate time and chances more&quot; Yes! I guess I sorta got this resolution. Although there were so many struggles that I&#39;ve had in 2011, I took chances and opportunities that were given to me. Regardless of succeeding or not, I&#39;m glad I took those great opportunities because it also gave me priceless experience. Yay for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the last one is &quot;Be a better person to others&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m not really sure if I succeeded, but this year I learned that we can&#39;t please everyone and we can&#39;t be friend of everyone. Harsh, right? I know. But I&#39;m still willing to be better at whatever I&#39;m doing. As a daughter, a student, sister, lover, and so on. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, how about your resolutions? Have you succeeded?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6947737168412522462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/quick-review-of-this-what-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/6947737168412522462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/6947737168412522462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/quick-review-of-this-what-2011.html' title='A Quick Review of This &quot;What-A-2011!&quot;'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-4367455621500025997</id><published>2011-12-28T15:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:13:09.170+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>What are your wishes?</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, how was your Christmas and how&#39;s your holiday going? I hope everything&#39;s ok.&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas has passed, but the spirit will never last,don&#39;t you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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As the title above, I&#39;d like to ask you, do you oftenly make a &quot;wishlist&quot; in your mind (or maybe even write them down in a piece of paper)? I find it interesting how people automatically make a wishlist when it&#39;s close to special occasions, like Christmas, New Year, Eid Mubarak, Chinese New Year, etc. The question is, why?&lt;br /&gt;
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There are two answers, according to my research (not literally a research, believe me):&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;First&lt;/b&gt;, because it&#39;s the time when people have some kind of excuses to give presents to others. For example, if you&#39;re a boy and you have a crush but you don&#39;t have any idea how to show that you care for that special someone, Christmas will be a perfect time for you to do so , by giving her a Christmas gift. No need to wait for Valentine&#39;s day and anxiously hoping that she&#39;ll give you something, am i right?&lt;br /&gt;
Lucky her, she&#39;ll get the present.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt;, because on special occasions&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;parents and elder ones have fewer excuses not to buy you presents. &lt;/b&gt;I didn&#39;t say &quot;no excuses&quot;, but at least they will think twice before they refuse your &quot;gift request&quot; &amp;nbsp;because somehow, they will feel sorry if they do. But then again, if you want to be successful in getting a present from your parents / elder ones / maybe neighbour(?) it also depends on your &lt;b&gt;skill.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Yes, that persuasive skill. &lt;/b&gt;Good luck with the puppy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s never (NEVER) wrong to wish for presents on special occasions. But don&#39;t get too depressed when you don&#39;t get what you wish for (applies to everything).&lt;br /&gt;
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And, be careful of what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;How did you know? &quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Speaking of wishlist, here&#39;s my not-so-fancy random wishlist&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Baseball / Varsity Jacket&lt;br /&gt;
I really don&#39;t know why, but thesedays a baseball jacket seems.. appealing. Too bad schools in here never produce this kinda jacket. -.-&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Her jacket looks nice, yep&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;2. One of these things below.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br class=&quot;Apple-interchange-newline&quot; /&gt;I&#39;ve been living a life with low fun meter nowadays. I need to &quot;not get&quot; a life. I miss the times when i used to have no life. No kidding XD. It&#39;s obviously helpful to relieve our stress.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Books&lt;br /&gt;
To tell you the truth, I used to love reading books, novels, comics, anything I can read. But as time flies (time flies by so quickly and more than 5 years have passed) I&#39;m growing into a person who&#39;s too lazy to read books. Everytime I pass by a book store, I know I&#39;m longing to read books. But there&#39;s this weird disease that makes me lazy to start reading. So, I&#39;m putting &quot;Books&quot; in this random wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it&#39;s broken, so.. *badumtss*&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Time.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, I&#39;m putting this in my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone hopes they can control the time. But no one does. This wish shows how much I want to be able to use time wisely, because it can&#39;t be stopped, and what has happened , has happened. Now it&#39;s in our hands to fix our past-mistakes and make everything better than the past :)&lt;br /&gt;
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And that&#39;s my not-so-fancy random wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What are on your wishlist?&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/4367455621500025997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-are-your-wishes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/4367455621500025997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/4367455621500025997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-are-your-wishes.html' title='What are your wishes?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiToFnDjt8gmdLQHFxZt5NQaJJ2U_BGEHJQB2KrhoZFAZ2nX0TF2DafkTnZ5K2n6eRuWF8IgbtPNUz0YOu4oMSuO88k11xXsjtuhKXhiyzlleU404oSK-bAUNG5k4HJt8_xl8d3EvpnxAg/s72-c/wish-list.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-1287168785106375471</id><published>2011-12-04T20:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:53:52.655+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childhood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><title type='text'>Essenza Commercial.. scary childhood.</title><content type='html'>Quick post! I suddenly remembered about this advertisement I was scared of. i can recall how i always cried when I was watching TV all alone and this advertisement popped up.&lt;br /&gt;
The music was somehow horror to me, and I think I understand why I used to get scared, watching this TV commercial.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/So7rhlimtI0?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1287168785106375471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/essenza-commercial-scary-childhood.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/1287168785106375471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/1287168785106375471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/essenza-commercial-scary-childhood.html' title='Essenza Commercial.. scary childhood.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-6328865512140472427</id><published>2011-12-04T13:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T09:47:03.127+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Inconsistency vs Flexibility</title><content type='html'>Isn&#39;t it funny? When we try to see a person&#39;s personality, we can never see exactly same personality in any other person. Human are born to be unique, and that&#39;s the very first thing that you need to realize in life; It&#39;s what makes life interesting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, speaking of personality, consistency is one little part of human&#39;s personality.&lt;br /&gt;
Are you consistent? Some of you would say &quot;Yes, I&#39;m a very  consistent person&quot;, and some others would say &quot;No, I&#39;m totally flexible in  every single situation.&quot; What&#39;s with this consistency issue, and why do I use this as the topic of my blog post tonight? Yeah, you&#39;re right. It&#39;s (again) based on my personal experience. &lt;br /&gt;
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But recently, I just realized that being flexible makes me inconsistent sometimes. And this inconsistency... gives me a lot of disadvantages. To tell you the truth, being flexible doesn&#39;t always mean that you&#39;re inconsistent. Inconsistency comes to those who don&#39;t know the limit of being flexible.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you&#39;re consistent most of the time, people might admire you for being consistent of what you say and what you think, but some of others might hate you for being being consistent.&lt;br /&gt;
On the other hand, when you&#39;ve been inconsistent for a long time (and you really didn&#39;t realize it until something bad happens) you will finally know that you&#39;ve been being inconsistent instead of being flexible. &lt;br /&gt;
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So.. be careful. Don&#39;t be mistaken of being inconsistent and being flexible.&lt;br /&gt;
Consequences are waiting ahead of you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/6328865512140472427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/inconsistency-vs-flexibility.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/6328865512140472427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/6328865512140472427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/inconsistency-vs-flexibility.html' title='Inconsistency vs Flexibility'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWEQ4UqyzS-9wYT2af6sp60zKJV9uInmp8a83BFmFM9p5cry2c1noIIHRP8Nb07M4pvOBfU25nfBh_KnyDBn0gtLeEIizQ5dE86WFFelBbsQ9chFAgNbSNWlDSU6orfAtL09RGE5G6SFY/s72-c/6a00d8341bf7cb53ef011168922639970c-pi.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-1219199015662994707</id><published>2011-12-03T11:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:19:19.885+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s beginning to look a lot a christmas~</title><content type='html'>Welcome December 2011!&lt;br /&gt;
I really can&#39;t believe that it&#39;s the end of the year already (again). I still remember about my post last year, talking about my plans on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
Now here I am, sitting in front of my one-year-old laptop , craving for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas has always been interesting for me, because Christmas is the time when I actually spend my time with my family with this, magical, peaceful feeling that I don&#39;t even know where it comes from. Christmas is the time when we celebrate the birth of Jesus, our saviour, so I guess that&#39;s why the feelings are all good and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
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What areyour plans on Christmas? Maybe some of you have been thinking of getting a fancy Christmas present from your parents, or maybe you&#39;re just planning to spend your Christmas with your beloved ones. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m wishing you a good luck with it! Christmas is always supposed to be a time when your mood is higher than anything. Yeah, just because it&#39;s Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of Christmas, there are a lot of things which will remind me of Christmas everytime I see them.&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas would be all plain and boring without these things.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;This big guy with long white beard is most popular when it comes to Christmas. The origin of Santa Claus begins in the 4th Century with Saint Nicholas. He was &amp;nbsp;a generous man and particularly devoted to children. His name and legend somehow went through the time, even after he died. Then the name Santa Claus emerged. Santa Claus is believed as a man who gives presents to good children. In movies, it says that you can only get presents / see him if you believe in him. &amp;nbsp;One other thing is that He&#39;s &amp;nbsp;most likely the man who excites children every Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;2. Christmas Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/AVvXsEjE7rK_0RURNvtk0BNPS9KCOMC6axROX-xTIu8f0tK2br37PnwNr7ON80ioX-EHHJb1Nrc0DXxNteIUj073G1A1lAHrD1GIm1DG2J-4m2NMWVYb5aG06FgWP9v_GpcCAij4OAOJAfrpPPI/s1600/christmas-tree-lights1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE7rK_0RURNvtk0BNPS9KCOMC6axROX-xTIu8f0tK2br37PnwNr7ON80ioX-EHHJb1Nrc0DXxNteIUj073G1A1lAHrD1GIm1DG2J-4m2NMWVYb5aG06FgWP9v_GpcCAij4OAOJAfrpPPI/s200/christmas-tree-lights1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Christmas wouldn&#39;t be a christmas without christmas trees. People decorate christmas trees to make it beautiful, with lights and decorations. These christmas trees also contribute A LOT in creating this &quot;Christmas Feeling&quot; every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;3. Ginger Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/AVvXsEgugi-MqChzzeLJ4s7T-v_dgzyinF7YSCONaFy0Mvs8DQYZ0GCW2QhztgwSWSwg66uu8hC3hkOaIbQoG9tARzGQydHVYAPgcueeoFaIHulbX1KElvMPWr0IoTF_0YCFxSMlqWM5N5O5oRc/s1600/Gingerbread_Man.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugi-MqChzzeLJ4s7T-v_dgzyinF7YSCONaFy0Mvs8DQYZ0GCW2QhztgwSWSwg66uu8hC3hkOaIbQoG9tARzGQydHVYAPgcueeoFaIHulbX1KElvMPWr0IoTF_0YCFxSMlqWM5N5O5oRc/s200/Gingerbread_Man.jpg&quot; width=&quot;167&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ginger bread! Yush, this is one of my favourite things of Christmas. &amp;nbsp;It&#39;s just delicious and.. cute. Sometimes you feel sorry for eating it because it&#39;s just too cute to be eaten. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;4. Christmas Stocking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/AVvXsEjLJI4HxSWDOuD-IvKYTNtx0l6XBxSrleiF5QkBRfBcpSLLA4jP4nV2hwfqghLSlpYOq0FepUL3QGM-pKb66p8BIomStAf-fGQcZEb1Paq7SiKoclHdu2ESHhS-du1gsfJpUCXHgnsjuC8/s1600/christmas-stocking.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJI4HxSWDOuD-IvKYTNtx0l6XBxSrleiF5QkBRfBcpSLLA4jP4nV2hwfqghLSlpYOq0FepUL3QGM-pKb66p8BIomStAf-fGQcZEb1Paq7SiKoclHdu2ESHhS-du1gsfJpUCXHgnsjuC8/s200/christmas-stocking.jpg&quot; width=&quot;146&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christmas stocking is where you put all of your wishes to Santa Claus. You can ask for any kinds of presents, and if you&#39;ve been good this year, Santa will give you what you want. Simple, huh? This reminds me of &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2010/12/welcome-december-christmas-is-near.html&quot;&gt;my last year&#39;s post&lt;/a&gt; about what I asked Santa when i was 5 years old. It&#39;s quite a cute story, if you wanna check it out. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Candy Cane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8XqfgzywRbDhZ9jMDd4anbL79cLsgLGbma_XLLiFpsk5nwdrMJyiXMsq13Qth7j-HQ0pl5zxffkFOsQIC_mHYkEMqAkv63ow1-NuEAoNW1ceTcB5trbQXdXQn8eUTuV_4q_DUbbnbmk/s1600/adventtable_html_m45a69be1.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU8XqfgzywRbDhZ9jMDd4anbL79cLsgLGbma_XLLiFpsk5nwdrMJyiXMsq13Qth7j-HQ0pl5zxffkFOsQIC_mHYkEMqAkv63ow1-NuEAoNW1ceTcB5trbQXdXQn8eUTuV_4q_DUbbnbmk/s200/adventtable_html_m45a69be1.png&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;A candy cane is a hard cane-shaped candy stick. It is traditionally white with red stripes and flavored with peppermint or cinnamon; however, it is also made in a variety of other flavors and may be decorated with stripes of different colors and thicknesses. - Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know much about this candy cane thing, because I&#39;ve never really tasted it (sad, huh) but candy cane is also a kinda special thing that you see everywhere on Christmas. Its colors are beautiful, and just like ginger bread, it&#39;s too beautiful to be eaten (but I&#39;ll eat it anyway xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;6. Christmas Presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/AVvXsEjIJYzVGxhDzp9Zx2kKiJv3AYe5Bae555JbKb2mhmN84zeKWoSPu_XxDDmVGg4_3cMg3o-LupfoJl2p_Ltksa23WI1hylpfDAPdcaS7RlumyUyDtNSmVYqBOOuTPd4QPEWIS7ZfbYLPwFA/s1600/christmas-presents1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;132&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJYzVGxhDzp9Zx2kKiJv3AYe5Bae555JbKb2mhmN84zeKWoSPu_XxDDmVGg4_3cMg3o-LupfoJl2p_Ltksa23WI1hylpfDAPdcaS7RlumyUyDtNSmVYqBOOuTPd4QPEWIS7ZfbYLPwFA/s200/christmas-presents1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Presents! I know these are the things that most people are waiting for. Sometimes people just can&#39;t wait for Christmas only because they&#39;re aiming for the gifts. Well, people have their own ideology about Christmas, but I do agree that a christmas would be boring without presents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I still remember when I was younger and i see christmas trees in malls. They put the christmas presents under the trees (which are actually only pretty boxes with nothing inside). I don&#39;t really remember how, but i do know that I wanted to take those presents (because I thought I could get a christmas present for free by taking those random boxes lol) until my mom told me (and broke my pure little heart) that there were nothing inside those boxes. Those are fake presents. Since then, I started to smile cynically everytime I see fake christmas presents under christmas trees. And that was also the time when I finally know that nothing is free in this mighty world. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Actually there are still A LOT of things that must EXIST (yes, MUST) on Christmas, in order to make it memorable and beautiful. But I think these things above have pretty much represented Christmas already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Do you think I missed some of other important things? please let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;For now, all I can say is Happy December and have a wonderful Christmas this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;See you on my next post &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1219199015662994707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-christmas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/1219199015662994707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/1219199015662994707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-christmas.html' title='It&#39;s beginning to look a lot a christmas~'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimekGnjhEbf3dnGBPjHIIMivTQKv48MxRmPmn5U0Z6bBhbMCTpXeqgZmghOKdKfi0Jx5T4P6rgoCT2VM7P7N16aj6XgDysIuz6ibjFN7Ya3EdwNGXc3F5CKsBU-m6UKFHzfKTpS-Kr-Ks/s72-c/Craig+W.+Clough%252C+Rock+Island%252C+IL+-+Santa+Claus+A.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jakarta Capital Region, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.211544 106.84517200000005</georss:point><georss:box>-6.355154 106.69912250000004 -6.067934 106.99122150000005</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-819785776481810156</id><published>2011-11-24T04:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:42:06.419+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Being Idealistic</title><content type='html'>Warning: This topic below is based on my opinion and I respect those of you who don&#39;t agree with my opinion. Differences are differences. Let&#39;s just leave it at that , in this case :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Idealistic:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #e8f2fb; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Palatino, &#39;Palatino Linotype&#39;, Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;characterized by idealism; unrealistically aiming for perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Being idealistic is something that , somehow, controversial at times.&lt;br /&gt;
From the definition above, we all know that idealism is a point of view where we want to see things positively.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, an idealistic person would see every chances to get everything perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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A friend of mine once told me that in life, we have to be less idealistic and be more realistic. Why? Because we have to face a lot of things in life and eventually we will be forced to understand that life is harsh and we have to deal with it. Nothing is perfect, and we&#39;re supposed to fully accept it.&lt;br /&gt;
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This friend of mine makes me wonder and think about this matter. I had sleepless nights just to think about it (nah, I&#39;m kidding) but really.&lt;br /&gt;
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The question is, is it right or wrong to be an idealist?It&#39;s been my principle in life, that everything is possible. Yes, every single thing. I also have this perspective &quot;Even the most impossible thing in life can happen&quot;, &amp;nbsp;if:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. We work hard enough to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;
2. We deserve it&lt;br /&gt;
3. It&#39;s just meant to happen&lt;br /&gt;
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As simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;
If you think that by being idealistic, I can face things more easily ( because of the positive thoughts) then you&#39;re wrong. Not totally wrong, because yes, sometimes it helps you to boost your spirit when you&#39;re being idealistic, but on the other hand, being idealistic can let you down as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once again, why? Because idealistic people are aiming for perfection in any kinds of situation.&lt;br /&gt;
Your idealism level is tested when you&#39;re at the bottom, because super idealistic people would still have the guts to say &quot;Yes, i think i can still make it as what i have planned&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
But idealistic people are still human beings. They also feel down at times. Then guess what, they can still refuse to believe that a situation can possible hold them back from getting what they want.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my point of view, I have my own advantages and disadvantages of being idealistic. Becoming more confident of myself is one of the advantages. I also tend to see things from positive point of view, because of that idealistic thingy that I have. But as for the disadvantages, I become a person who can easily be satisfied, and I sometimes refuse to accept reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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So back to our question, be idealistic or not to be idealistic?&lt;br /&gt;
I say, it&#39;s back to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
No one will blame you for how you see things from your own perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
Be independent, and do not let yourself down because of how you see things. Being idealistic or not being idealistic, it&#39;s your own choice.&lt;br /&gt;
If you&#39;re comfortable with it, then it&#39;s alright and you don&#39;t have to worry about it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/819785776481810156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-idealistic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/819785776481810156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/819785776481810156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-idealistic.html' title='Being Idealistic'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-8076824945144482530</id><published>2011-11-09T18:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:24:12.321+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="opinion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><title type='text'>Facing A Breakdown</title><content type='html'>Have you ever imagined how much a human being can endure?&lt;br /&gt;
If you&#39;re asking &quot;endure what?&quot; I&#39;ll say, endure everything.&lt;br /&gt;
In life we always face things. Positive, or negative.&lt;br /&gt;
If all of the things in this world were always positive, then there wouldn&#39;t be words like &quot;endure&quot;, &quot;pain&quot;, &quot;tears&quot; or &quot;hate&quot;. So I guess you know now what i mean, what to endure.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pain and failures. Those are the things that we can&#39;t separate from our life, past, present, or future.&lt;br /&gt;
Usually people try to get rid of those negative things by thinking positively.&lt;br /&gt;
Like me,&amp;nbsp;I never wanted to be a person who gets used to ranting about my problems. Never ever, in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
I always try to be a person with positive thoughts, positive point of view, positive values, and another positive things.&amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t even want to create a negative post on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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But thesedays, I think i&#39;m figuring out something new that I always refused to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class=&quot;tr_bq&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Even the happiest, kindest, most patient person in the world, can be in such a terrible breakdown&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I admit that thesedays I&#39;ve been facing several problems. Facing those kinds of things, I try to endure as much as possible. Even when i&#39;m in my worst condition, I&#39;m always trying to at least smile. Because &amp;nbsp;I do believe that positive thoughts give positive effects.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now according to the quote I made above, i&#39;m trying to emphasize this fact that people have their own limits.&lt;br /&gt;
I realize that people are this and that, but only to a certain extent. Nothing&#39;s perfect , nobody&#39;s perfect- and the truth is, when people are at their limits, unexpected things happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Based on my observation (not that I made a special research about this), there are a few stages that can bring someone to their limits:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. First stage, is terrible mood. On this stage, people feel unaccepting of what happens in their life. This can include angriness, gloominess, and sadness. After a lot of things happening, people can get to the next stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Second stage, is frustration. This stage is similar with the first stage, but people tend to be more expressive and react relevantly to their problems. The pain usually has become deeper and this causes a constant frustration and thoughts of how he/she can get out of the situation. In this stage, people tend to struggle so much to fight against the problems or find a solution.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Third stage, is depression. In this stage, people will most likely be tired of the problems or pains that they have. In most cases, a lot of people will try to give up their hopes. Being pessimistic and pathetic is also an common thing to have. They will reduce their efforts and the struggle is decreased by its own.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Fourth stage, is a combination of frustration and depression. In this stage, their personality will seem to have changed a lot. People who have reached this stage will struggle and be depressed at the same time. Outside, they seem strong and firm, but inside, they&#39;re as weak as they can be. They can look both as optimistic as they can and as pessimistic as they can, continuously or even simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Fifth stage, and this is so far the highest stage that I&#39;m aware of, is destruction and carelessness. After being depressed and frustrated, people will grow tired of the situations that they have. Even the most patient person and the most stable person in the world can be tired psychologically. The most dangerous thing in this stage is, &lt;b&gt;people will not care about themselves.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;After being extremely tired of what they face, they will really lose their hopes and positiveness. Even some people can turn insane, or kill themselves. Therefore, this is a serious problem.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your limit exists either in 2nd, 3rd, 4th, or 5th stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Now what?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The only thing that can help is a support. No matter who it comes from, a support is very important and effective. If it came from their beloved people, it would help a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;
What if they don&#39;t have close-related friends or family? Like what i just said above, it doesn&#39;t matter, as long as they get the support.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look to your left, your right, your front, and your back.&lt;br /&gt;
Always remember to care about others even just a bit, and put yourselves in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
Would you need those supports when you feel alone and don&#39;t know where to go to?&lt;br /&gt;
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Answer the question,&lt;br /&gt;
and you&#39;ll know what to do.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/8076824945144482530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/11/facing-breakdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/8076824945144482530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/8076824945144482530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/11/facing-breakdown.html' title='Facing A Breakdown'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-1776653092634364012</id><published>2011-11-05T10:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:29:31.985+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal life"/><title type='text'>A Crazy Little Thing Called Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Wow, it turns out that I never really talked about friendship. Somehow it&#39;s an odd thing, because I&#39;m a kind of person who values friendship , well, you can say, a lot. So let&#39;s talk about this favorite thing of mine. Friendship.&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;Yes, I believe most of you readers have friends, whether they&#39;re just casual friends or ultimate BFFs. Every single friend has a different meaning to you, and it&#39;s either changeable or permanent, depending on the situation that you have with that certain friend.&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;What is friendship? And how much do you value friendship?&amp;nbsp;In life, every single one of us (including myself) surely experiences a lot of things as we grow older, and this thing called friendship has always had a major role in my life.&amp;nbsp;Since I was young, I&#39;ve been a person who appreciates the existence of friendship probably more than most of the people, and I&#39;m aware of it. I&#39;m a kind of person who wouldn&#39;t mind fighting until end to keep a friendship going on, because to me friendship is something essential in life and it&#39;s not something that we can have or keep so easily. Agree? Maybe some of you do, and some of you don&#39;t.&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;Speaking of keeping a friendship alive, I think I can say a few points that I have learned about keeping a friendship, based on my personal experience. Like i said before, keeping a friendship is , I wouldn&#39;t say it&#39;s difficult, but I&#39;d rather say that it&#39;s tricky. Anything can happen in this world, in your life.&amp;nbsp;That&#39;s obvious, right? So is with friendship. Anything really can happen.&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;b&gt;First &lt;/b&gt;thing that I learned in friendship, is about &lt;b&gt;building a trust&lt;/b&gt;. When you&#39;re alone, you have no other choices but relying on yourself. But guess what, It&#39;s not really difficult because you&#39;re the one who controls yourself and what you wanna do. When you&#39;re not alone, I mean, you have a friend, you wanna start building a strong bond between two of you. Trust is pretty much the soul of friendship. if you don&#39;t have this in your friendship, then your friendship can&#39;t be called a friendship, because basically and first of all, friendship is always based on trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;What if he/she&#39;s not really trustable to you? My answer is: that&#39;s why you have close friends and casual friends. You, your heart, chooses your friends, the ones whom you&#39;re able to trust, and the ones whom you&#39;re not able to. One thing, if you want to build a close friendship, learn to trust your friend more deeply.&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;b&gt;Second &lt;/b&gt;thing that I learned in friendship, is about &lt;b&gt;supporting each other.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Supporting is a really general word, but in friendship, support means more than a few specific meanings. In friendship, we have to support each other. It&#39;s what friendship&#39;s all about. Friend supports friend, and vice versa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately, there are tons of people who misunderstand about this matter. When you support a friend, it means that you care about her/him. You want the best for your friends, and therefore you support his/her willingness, or dreams. But what I want to point out is, &amp;nbsp;what if they want to do something that&#39;s harmful for her/his life, or let&#39;s just say, it&#39;s not good for her/him?&lt;b&gt; Support them to get away from that road. &lt;/b&gt;It&#39;s your job, to be a good friend for them. Most of the time, they&#39;re not going to agree with you, or they will even think that you&#39;re ruining their plans / dreams. Show them that you&#39;re doing this not because you want to break their dreams/plans, but it&#39;s because you care about them, so you want to tell them what they&#39;re doing wrong as a &lt;b&gt;good friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third &lt;/b&gt;thing that I learned in friendship, is about &lt;b&gt;patience and endurance&lt;/b&gt;. Once a friendship means a lot to you, you don&#39;t wanna let it break. But sometimes, people just stop putting hopes in a friendship, just because they don&#39;t have the patience. In this point, I think I have a few views that might contradict other people&#39;s opinions. I have told you that I value friendship more than most of people, and somehow this fact has something to do with my patience. I&#39;ve been through a lot of friendship, really close ones, and until now, my patience still keeps improving. It&#39;s a good thing, but people have different views about how much patience you &amp;nbsp;have to give in a friendship, so yeah, I&#39;ve been called stupid and idiot for being patient in a friendship that I was trying to keep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Here&#39;s the thing, when you&#39;re in a friendship, don&#39;t think &lt;b&gt;how much you have sacrified / given&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to them, but think &lt;b&gt;how much you value that friendship &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;how much your friend needs you.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There&#39;s no such thing as perfect friend in life, and if you&#39;re trying to find a better friend each time you get hurt, believe me, you&#39;ll never find a friend you want. That&#39;s why we have to really know what we want and how we can get it. This is leading to my final point about things that I learned in friendship.&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;b&gt;Lastly, &lt;/b&gt;I learned about &lt;b&gt;appreciating a friendship that I have. &lt;/b&gt;This is the most important thing that I have learned from the friendships that I&#39;ve had. I have lost many important friends, I&#39;ve faced a lot of problems and conflicts with my current friends, but I&#39;m thankful that It happened. Those things are the things that always tell me to become a better person, a better friend. Friendship is more than treasure, because it&#39;s priceless. You might be able to move on after you lose a friend, but when you look deep inside and back to all of the memories that you had, you&#39;ll realize that it&#39;s actually never replaced. So appreciate your friendship with all of the goods and bads in it, and be thankful.&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;Actually there are a lot of things about friendship that I haven&#39;t been able to explain in this post, because there are tons of things, maybe countless. But I hope that this topic (which seems to have become a bit too serious in the end of the post XD) is interesting enough to read.&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;Until my next post, see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Long live friendships around the world :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/feeds/1776653092634364012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/11/crazy-little-thing-called-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/1776653092634364012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4967349765341799668/posts/default/1776653092634364012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleyetrandom.blogspot.com/2011/11/crazy-little-thing-called-friendship.html' title='A Crazy Little Thing Called Friendship'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00431644631200977951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4967349765341799668.post-8894043513213257482</id><published>2011-10-18T08:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T08:56:28.549+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tips"/><title type='text'>Mahasiswa dan Pola Makannya yang Menakjubkan</title><content type='html'>Baru saja gw keki karena gw lupa hari ini offclass, buat yang ga tau offclass itu apa, itu sejenis makanan ringan.&lt;br /&gt;
Becanda. Off class itu artinya kuliah tapi nggak hadir di kampus. Biasanya dikasih tugas sama dosen, atau ngerjain soal dan diskusi di forum. Interesting? Iya, cuma bagian liburnya aja. #namanyajugamahasiswa&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, gw baru inget kalo akhir-akhir ini gw jadi sarapan setiap pagi. Entah kesambet setan atau gimana, gw jadi suka beli roti (dan makan, tentunya) sebelum gw berangkat beraktivitas, baik pas gw ada kelas, maupun nggak. Fyi, gw ini orangnya hampir ga pernah sarapan. Kalau kuliah, nggak sarapan. Kalau nggak kuliah/libur, tidurnya bangun siang. Jadi sama aja nggak sarapan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seberapa penting sih sarapan? Gw pernah denger pepatah seperti ini:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, dinner like a beggar&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kalau based on saying yang ada di atas tersebut, artinya breakfastlah yang &quot;value&quot; nya paling besar di antara semua waktu makan setiap hari. Dan memang benar, karena sarapan adalah sumber tenaga kita untuk memulai aktivitas.&lt;br /&gt;
Tapi guys, yang membuat gw kaget adalah kalimat &quot;dinner like a beggar&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Omaigat. Kalau kebiasaan gw dijadikan sebuah pepatah, bisa jadi kalimatnya begini:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Breakfast? No, wait until lunch. Lunch? very very much. Dinner, can be at any hour.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;
Rasanya jadwal makan gw sangat hancur. Penelitian mengatakan, bahwa sarapan lah yang paling penting dan harus ada setiap hari. Selama kuliah, gw meninggalkan pola hidup sehat tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekarang gw ingin membandingkan pola makan gw saat gw masih sekolah (berasa tua) dan pola makan gw saat kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;
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SMA:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Sarapan (Nasi goreng/nasi pakai telor ceplok/nasi pakai nugget/french fries -&amp;gt; sok elit, ga sekalian burger aja apa sekalian)&lt;br /&gt;
2. Makan pas istirahat pertama jam stgh 10 pagi (Nasi kuning/nasi campur)&lt;br /&gt;
3. Makan pas istirahat kedua 11.15(berbagai macam snack yang jumlahnya nggak kira2)&lt;br /&gt;
4. Makan siang di rumah (Nasi dan lauk yang lebih banyak daripada yang dimakan di kantin)&lt;br /&gt;
5. Optional: Makan lebih cepat, bisa berupa mie instan dan sebagainya&lt;br /&gt;
6. Makan malem&lt;br /&gt;
7. #ngemillagikalolaper&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekarang bandingkanlah dengan pola makan gw saat kuliah.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kuliah:&lt;br /&gt;
1. #sarapangakyaa&lt;br /&gt;
2. Makan siang (yang jelas bukan di rumah) -&amp;gt; nasi warteg setengah, lauk 2-3 biji/ nasi di tempat2 makan lainnya&lt;br /&gt;
3. Makan malem -&amp;gt; bisa berupa nasi warteg atau nasi dan lauk yg dipesan dan diantar ke kos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gimana? Beda jauh?&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me tell you, pas gw SMA, berat badan gw&lt;b&gt; SELALU KURANG DARI 50 kg. &lt;/b&gt;Terakhir gw nimbang berat badan, (setelah UAN SMA) berat badan gw&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;46 kg.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pas kuliah, *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;
Berat badan gw &lt;b&gt;SELALU LEBIH DARI 50 kg.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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*guling-guling di tanah*&lt;br /&gt;
*teriak &quot;Hidup ini gak adil!&quot; sambil mengepalkan tangan di udara*&lt;br /&gt;
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Oke. Jadi itulah kenyataan yang pahit. Kenapa pas makan gw banyak, gw kurus, dan pas gw jarang makan, gw malah lebih berat? Gw juga ga tau jawabannya. Mungkin udah kebanyakan dosa juga jadi berat. *nunduk*&lt;br /&gt;
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Selain itu, yang gw sadari adalah sewaktu SMA, gw rajin olahraga, dan ketika kuliah, gw udah ga pernah olahraga lagi. Mungkin hal ini juga salah satu sebabnya *geleng-geleng kepala*&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;*TIPS KESEHATAN SPESIAL DARI &amp;nbsp;MBAK JANET*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1. Sarapan sebelum memulai aktivitas. Kalau anak kos, usahakan yang murah dan tidak menguras dompet terlalu awal.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2. Makan siang jangan terlalu brutal. Secukupnya aja, jangan kaya orang baru pernah liat makanan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3. Makan malem jangan kecepetan, jangan kemaleman, jangan kebanyakan. Biasanya ada orang yang makan malem eh tiba-tiba plus roti bakar coklat keju, plus martabak, dan plus lain-lainnya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;4. Usahakan untuk nggak makan atau jajan-jajan lagi di atas jam 9 malem. Sangat tidak sehat, trust me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5. Sisihkan waktu untuk berolahraga.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6. Tidur yg cukup. Kalau suka begadang, paling nggak siangnya udah tidur 1-2 jam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jadi, kesimpulannya adalah, mari melestarikan hewan-hewan langka yang sudah punah.&lt;br /&gt;
Salah,&lt;br /&gt;
maksudnya, marilah kita memulai hidup sehat dengan makan secara teratur dan kebiasaan hidup yang baik, karena sehat itu mahal harganya.&lt;br /&gt;
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