<?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-7419717331472545020</id><updated>2024-08-28T02:54:26.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taleofmaitri</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taleofmaitri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419717331472545020/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taleofmaitri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419717331472545020/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807232293411847284</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>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419717331472545020.post-1297763148801069245</id><published>2012-07-26T18:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-26T18:31:45.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JSS TRIPPLER Diary Part 4</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my third day using JSS TRIPPLER ...&lt;br /&gt;
so far I have made $0,6 WITHOUT doing anything ! AWESOME ! Just like I have an account in a bank with 60 % interest in a month !&lt;br /&gt;
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Is this some kind of money game ? HYIP ? or something like that ? Well, I think It is ... :)&lt;br /&gt;
Why do you join them ? Well, because It&#39;s free, and you can ask the other just to join, doing their $10 initial investment and ask somebody else to join ... :p&lt;br /&gt;
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Sound crazy and desperate huh ? Well, I don&#39;t know how to make money online and I want some money on my own pocket ... :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, whatever your reason is ... &lt;a href=&quot;http://adv.justbeenpaid.com/?r=RDchwG54gH&quot;&gt;It&#39;s worth !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well here&#39;s the story. I got an SMS from an old friend. He asked me like this &quot;Do you know an good internist out there ?&quot; I said &quot;No, I don&#39;t. What happen ? Why would you need one ?&quot; He replied &quot;Well, I need some good internist interpret my lab result.&quot;; &quot;Oh, you&#39;re doctor right ? Can you help me ?&quot; &quot;Ok, just come to my office, I need to do some physical examination.&quot; His answer really broke my heart, &quot;I only need to know that I have no Hepatitis or like that because my liver function test is rather high.&quot; I replied it : &quot;Well, just come to my place and we talk about it further.&quot; and he never replied again. From this conversation, we can see that Indonesian people distrust their general practitioner, they tend to seek cheaper solution even 20 years later it will make render them useless. The other thing that break my heart is well, I&#39;m your childhood friend dude, we play together back then when there is nobody around. How can I do something harmful to you ?&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it&#39;s just the same with saving some money in the bank with 60 % interest in a month, or you can say 2 % in a day. I used their calculator, and it&#39;s exactly as I described in the previous sentence. Wow !&lt;br /&gt;
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So I think I will invest some money in it and watch it how it grows ...&lt;br /&gt;
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ok guys, while all of you read this, my JSS Trippler account make money for me ... If you want to join ... well, check&lt;a href=&quot;http://adv.justbeenpaid.com/?r=RDchwG54gH&quot;&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; out ! &lt;br /&gt;
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After I joined JSS Trippler, I try to remember a few things that my friend told me to do. Well, I&#39;ve invest my free $10 and I have been upgrade my level to level 2. The next thing I need to do is make a &lt;a href=&quot;https://secure.payza.com/signup&quot;&gt;payza&lt;/a&gt; account. My friend said that payza is a good one, so I make them one. It&#39;s not too difficult to make at all. Well, It&#39;s done now what should I do next ???&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, All of you guys stay tuned and try &lt;a href=&quot;http://adv.justbeenpaid.com/?r=RDchwG54gH&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself !&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday, I saw him clicking something through his laptop, well, he show me his account, It&#39;s a JSS Trippler account. He told me one or two things as if I would join him and the final word I told him I will join after conduct some investigation. I&#39;ve found that his proposition was not like the others, very forceful, so I decide to join him, hey it&#39;s free and The&amp;nbsp; JSS Trippler gave you $10 to invest ! Very generous !&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you enjoy my next article ... by the way you can click &lt;a href=&quot;http://adv.justbeenpaid.com/?r=RDchwG54gH&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself :) &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve not wrote anything since last time ...&lt;br /&gt;
Am I OK ?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, that&#39;s a short conversation with my facebook friend. I&#39;ve been busy lately. My quarrel with some people and my new activities are surging over and over again. But it has calmed down. Well, That for all today, oh yea, I have some information to share with all of you about making money online. OK, let me finish this article and we&#39;ll talk about it&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you can enjoy my articles or you can say online diary :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually I feel ashamed right now because I&#39;m so irritated that time. There was unspoken words that never be spoken that time : &quot;It&#39;s not a criticism but more like a reproach to me&quot;. I just can&#39;t said that and just gone ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, almost 3 years has been passed since that day. It was rainy and the restaurant was so small and very crowded. I was a medical student in a forensic internship that days. It was a good days. When we finished some business in Purwodadi back then we have a lunch together that time, in that small restaurant, with that large group of medical student from 3 universities. Love can bloom anytime they said, everywhere, and every moment, event in the direst moment. I fell for her that time, but well, she&#39;s gone now, without a proper words.&lt;br /&gt;
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All member of this group were otaku, a nerd if you want to know what otaku is. They have their own dream, unreached maybe, and they cover each other ass, but it&#39;s not clear what is the purpose of the gear founder Ms. Hakase ... :) Well, I think I&#39;m going to see where this interesting story roll out.&lt;br /&gt;
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She told me that she had a little girl back home with her unemployed father. I&#39;ve finished the contract by giving her prescribing and she gone. In the morning, about 6 A.M, She returned while carrying her unconscious little girl about 5 years old. I checked her fast and learned that she got a febrile convulsion 15 minutes ago, I checked her and I need to hospitalized her.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I proposed her mother to do it, She said &quot;Sorry doctor, I can only take her to you, not any one else, because I got no costumer last night you know.&quot; I feel sad for her and I give her some antibiotic, some anti-convulsion drug and fever-lowering drug for her child and told her to bring her to the hospital when she got worse. &lt;br /&gt;
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This event triggered old memory of my experience with girls all this time. When I chased a girl I was being fooled like with him. Most of them said nothing when they gone away. I learned a bitter lesson one by one and finally learned that love was not a sole reason to married someone. In javanese philosophy, there are Bibit, Bebet and Bobot. Bibit means seed, whose descendant our spouse was. Bebet means our spouse has a good nature and can be socialized well. Bobot means our spouse has an ability to make money and able to guarantee the welfare of his/ her family, in the other word for a wife, it means being able to manage the family funding.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a good lesson, we knew a fact that most creature love to be flattered. We are just the same with them, but we showed it in a different way and sometime we knew that we are being flattered. Most of our reaction is blushing, and for some people that dislike it, they still said that they were flattered.&lt;br /&gt;
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As an example, as a general practitioner in Indonesia, we are demanded to provide an excellent medical service with a minimum price. We, doctors, are not shaman, we need to perform a good physical examination, few laboratory examinations and you must buy your own drugs in our prescriptions. Most important of all we need make money to fund our live, buy our needs. More problems occur when incompetent person give some medication to a sick people (including a common people who buy a prescription drug on their own).&lt;br /&gt;
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All problems we have, shown us how chaotic is the healthcare regulation in our country. Most healthcare regulation are for doctors and pharmacists. The regulation itself rather than giving a protection, just more pressure to them. In the addition, the unclear of law processing regulation make some side extort money from its victims. So, what can we do as a doctor ? Read more, Do more practice and hone your skills. So we can survive in this chaotic world and make a honest money for our living.&lt;br /&gt;
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Commoner have no idea what&#39;s happen with their leaders, landlord. They only know how to do their job, but several people that have a little knowledge about philosophy and have a courage can nominate themselves as a hero that will bring unification in China once more, named Cao Cao. Lucky for him, standing in a correct place make him became the last faction that standing in that era of chaos, but not for long.&lt;br /&gt;
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In The other side we learned the ancient noble family that has lost its power. They seek a noble figure that supported by people, The chosen one. They finally found someone, Liu Bei, the unwanted son-in-law of the old mother queen of Shu. But in the end his faction is the first faction that fall apart. -Was heaven toying with his people ?- &quot;No !&quot; Their falling is natural, because they loose their resources, Phang Thong, Zhu Ge Liang, and the next was Guan Yu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which heroes tales were the most famous of all in that era ? Most people will answer Guan Yu. What make him so famous ? Most of them said, his capability in a battlefield, his skill, his courage. When we talk about all of stregth we must not forget Lu Bu, he can&#39;t be beaten by&amp;nbsp; Guan Yu and his comrades. Then, what makes his tale famous ? His moral code and his rigidity to maintain it even sometime it give himself a disadvantage. One of the most well known chapter revealing this trait when he was captured by Cao Cao, All of Cao cao gift was accepted but he still wear an old cloth that given by Liu Bei.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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In this era of chaos nowadays, we almost never see a figure like him. His moral code yet his rigidity to maintain it is a rare yet valuable trait nowadays. Most people searched fast money, fast result, and the end corrupted act. Well, I&#39;ll leave the next thing to all of you ...Will you admired him only or, make yourself walk into the same path as him, the path of heroes ... ?&lt;br /&gt;
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The only thing we can do to make the desired event occur and another X factor reveal themselves is exploring all possibility and pray that all things we have done eventually lead us to a good one. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone have their own reason and they have right to do whatever they want to do in their life. Being loved or love someone is a delicate feeling yet so fragile and sometime turned into the opposite of it even we don&#39;t know and without our consciousness, we make our spouse troubled.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not all marriage are based on love, some marriage often based on money or family trait and sometime that kind love story became a tragedy, like in the movies. Seeing somebody that you hate or somebody that you have to love even you don&#39;t know him or her it&#39;s painful situation at the first time. Will love grow ? Only time will tell us&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t write any more .. I guess I have to sleep for now ... but ... before I passed out I have a story ...&lt;br /&gt;
Once upon a time there is a samurai that will be executed tomorrow, that night he can&#39;t sleep. Then he remembered a good advice from his old master ... What happens tomorrow will stay tomorrow ... today ... let&#39;s get some rest ... zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;
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His father is the infamous exorcist in Domori City but always demand an enormous amount of money for his job. Nube never approve him as his father anymore because for Nube, The exorcist never took an advantage of people in needs of their powers. There is a flashback how all this thing happens, when Nube still child his mother sick and died because there is nobody willingly lend some money to cure his mother, even some people that have been helped by his father rudely reject his plead. This is a turning point that make Nube&#39;s father demand an enormous amount money for his job. In a contrary, Nube stay poor as a teacher and help anybody without demanding a payment.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve found myself in this some kind situation for a while, but I&#39;ve decided that I&#39;ll do my job as a physician as a professional do and make my living from it because I want to be happy in this life and to fulfill that, I need to have some money. Well, everyone has its own reason ...&lt;br /&gt;
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holly, pure, sacred, make people grow. In certain stage of life, we learn about
the other gender, about love and wish to obtain someone to share our laughs and
grieves, everything in life. But sometime we tarnish it, and saying that it was
in the name of love, the adultery in a courtship period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: IN;&quot;&gt;Whose fault
is that ? Whose responsibility is that ? In ancient times, woman was the one
who blame for an adultery, like those in bible, John 8:2-11, Jesus and the
adulterous woman. In that chapter, we learned that Jesus returned the favor
into our own conscience. He said that everyone who has the least of all sins
may stoning the woman first. So, whose fault is the adultry in a courtship
period ? -Both of them- Everyone has it own reason to defend themselves, a
scapegoat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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further, we found that we sometimes in life was being put in the same situation
as Jesus did. We must make a decision that against our consciensce. In one side
we must do something professionally, but in the other side our conscience
scream for justification of our acts, our decisions and in certain spare time,
we looked back and say &quot;What have I done ?&quot; &quot;Did I do that ?&quot;
&quot;Did I take that decision ?&quot;How can we handled such situation then ?
We must challenge our conscience and look further in each side, Is there
anything we can do to solve this problem ? Will we fullfil our role if we take
that decision ? Is there anyone who will loss something because our acts ?
After we look ourselves with these question, make a decision and said to
ourselves that we have take the best choice we have. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Like the journey of the sun, there will be a sunrise and sunset for everything, that is a Law of Great Truth in Buddhism. All religion will vanquish from this world someday, and there will be immoral men and women on top of it, spreading blasphemy and wrong ideas about this world and eventually there will be someone that we call prophet again someday and found a new religion. There is endless cycle of it and human usually tried to preserved everything whatever it takes. They sometimes corrupt the ideal itself so it can be preserved in a text or religion&#39;s ritual or anything and eventually it lost its value someday, forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;
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I learned in a Christian school for almost 20 years, so their teachings were carved deep in my heart as deep as my buddhist identity and somehow make me understand a value of an ideal. Jesus has an ideal that God save everybody that need, He didn&#39;t want to be a salvation for a tribe or two, but the world itself, furthermore he didn&#39;t come to liberate a tribe that didn&#39;t attempt to liberate themselves. In His era, Jesus dealt this kind problems. He did his work and eventually He was crucified and died by the one he wanted to save, the minority of society that searched a salvation and a king to liberate them that days because they knew that they will not liberated if they are not attempted to, they expected some miracles like in the old testament and they were disappointed by Jesus, so they rejected him and make him as a scapegoat of political issues that time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you ready to shoulder the same cross as His cross and denied yourself ?&lt;br /&gt;
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To settled the most urgent issues in your life and carry on your ideal what whatever it takes ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Time passed by and the master of the palace, princess Kiau Goat have fallen in love with the scholar and proposed him. He refused her proposal and planned to leave with one of her maid that took care of him while he wounded. The princess was very angry and kill both of them and learned that they have twin male babies. One of the babies was adopted and raised by her as a young martial artist. What Happened to the other ? His twin brother was escaped from a misery and had been taken care by top ten criminals in the dark valley, the hideout of all criminal in ancient China.&lt;br /&gt;
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We talk about almost everything, but I knew she hid something from me. When the time passed by eventually I learned that her relationship was in a brink of destruction because her family didn&#39;t want her guy. I just guessed that I was the one who worsened her relationship because her family want me to substitute him. But eventually heaven was not blessing our relationship too. She was matchmaking with some other guy. When I want to confirm this matter, she only said that she want to think about it and eventually she take some government program and well, she is in ambon right now. We&#39;ve never talked again, I missed her for some time but I guess that was the end, for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the time being I was introduced by the owner of a clinic where I usually work to. She&#39;s a dentist and for the second in my life I was mesmerized again. I don&#39;t know what make me like that, but one thing that I know that I was in a situation like my old friend but I&#39;m in the shoe of the last lucky guy. Sometime I asked this question to myself; &quot;Will love grow in our heart ?&quot; Only time will tell us for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Well, I&#39;m off from my writing yesterday because I have a
marathon job shift. hiuft ... That’s crazy job shift and unbelievebly I
accepted that kind of job shift. Hm .... Are we (doctors) are just the same
with a garment labour ? I don’t know about that either, but one thing I know,
when I get home I just throw myself on my bed. Ooohh .... I miss my bed .... Really.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;One thing I realized next was I need to be in the top of the
foodchain, I need to open a private practice, so I can work for myself and all
my time is for myself ! Well, that’s all ... By the way, HAPPY EASTER !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Like in Ip Man 2 movie, we eventually need a successor for everything we have. Our money, skill, knowledge, attitude and the most important of all their way of life. In Ip Man 2 there is a special scene that suitable to this idea. When Ip Man talk with his pupil about why did he didn&#39;t want to show his skill and trample all martial arts schools is that when he grow old, let say 10 years later, in that time, there is a lot of new skilled martial arts master that&amp;nbsp; has ripen their skill, in that time he will be beaten very easily, because his strength and speed was not as great as them, even he has more skill and knowledge about martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;
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In order to solve that problem everyone have their own legitimate successor. We will eventually married and have kids, they will eventually become our successor, our clan name, our house, our knowledge, our way of life, everything that we possessed now. Doctors have some masters that will inherited their skill and knowledge to their pupil. But, not all of his pupil inherited their spirit and their way of life, the most important treasure, the core of their personality and life.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the first time, he feel the meaning of becoming a true warrior, a Samurai. He learns the virtue of becoming one and he found the answer and the cure for is nightmares, a reason to fight and atonement for his betrayal. Is he become a hypocrite ? In a real life there is always a two side in a one piece, like a coin. When we become a hero in one side, we will not always become a hero too for the other side. Then how do we know that we are on the right track ?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, this is quite troublesome question, because there will be a lot of answers for this question. The answer is we need a code to embrace in our life, a code of virtue that we will always considered when we do something. The next question is &quot;what kind code we should have?&quot; The answer is quite simple too, any code will do fine as long as we concern with the risks of our choices, like Nathan Algren in the movies, he found all answers he always asked to himself as a warrior, a reason to fight and finally he found a suitable code of virtue for himself, as a Samurai.&lt;br /&gt;
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