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Saturday, 18 May 2013, I still kept active till 5pm. I only worked till midday that day, then met my sister at her new apartment and drove her to the airport. Due to the unusual traffic-jammed, I arrived very late at home and decided not to go to the church that evening like I used to do every Saturday. But I can't go and rest immediately. I had promised to deliver laundry to a client at 8pm.


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It's been so long since I posted any update of my life. The biggest reason is, I'm still trying hard to keep up with my growing laundry business. 

 

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Frida's Latest Picture (posted on Facebook by March 7)


On Wednesday morning, March 13 while browsing my friends' status on Facebook, my eyes caught a comment in a friend's status. The person wished a Rest-in-Peace for my friend. What??? I opened the whole posting and read from up to bottom. It was said that my friend - Imelda Fridajanti - had an accident while rafting on the previous day and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Until last month, I had a quite ancient 16" color TV in my bedroom. It used to belong to my late grandmother who had died more than 10 years ago.... Very old TV, huh? hihihi... Nevertheless, that TV had become my entertainment at the end of my days. Not frequently, though. I used to watch movies on TV after 9pm or on weekends and holidays, when I'm not too lazy &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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During the last two months, I'd been twice struck by gastritis. The first one was on December, I kind of expected it, because I was just under a long stress.....four months of working alone on 4 different projects with a tight deadline each. Nevertheless, I was also a little surprised when it attacked me. All of my works were already behind me for a week, so I was just enjoying lazy moments at&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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After did a thorough discussion with Mom and my sister, finally in the middle of year 2012 Mom and I braved ourselves to open a laundry. Well, actually it was I who needed to be brave...hehehe... 



It was a good friend of mine who moved into an apartment nearby which gave a big push to my decision. And of course the stars supported it....hihihi... They said that 2012 was a good time for &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I'd joined the Catholic Church Choir in my parish since 1988....when I was still in the senior high school. At the moment, my parish was still very young and there was no youth community. The choir was builted to facilitate the young ages, so we could have at least one regular activity to meet and unite every week. At the moment, our choir didn't have a name. We simply was called St. Aloysius &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Each time closing to the end of every year, I notice that there is an increasing number of people passing away. Either because of age or illness or natural disaster. We - that's my family - call it as The Calculation of Year End. When my own Dad passes away on November 2009, we remembered it and quietly took a humour in it.

 

This year, however, I received two sad news from my friends who lost&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I rarely surrender to any illness. Well, mostly I only suffer from an allergic to any weather-changes, or gastroenteritis. And I always try to get ahead from any signs of illness. Why? Because I have too many things to be done....no time to get sick...hihihi....so exaggerated, huh? hihihi....

 

Anyway, there's one aspect of illness I hate at the most. It's called FEVER.

I know that fever is&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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My body have a peculiar habit: only to get sick on vacations.... Not happened automatically, of course...hehehe.... I used to train my brain to take control what should be happened on my body at certain times. That way, I could minimize any damages, especially on critical and most important moments. Of course, sometimes it also ruined my vacation....who wants to stay on bed while you have the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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These days, my hours has been filled with many problems, many confrontations. 



At the workplace, business has been stalled. I guess it's typically of many businesses lately. It needs a new blood to survive and for a chance to grow bigger. And to do that, it would need new equipments and - more important - new hiring workers. Unfortunately, the owner refuse to spend any money for that, but&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Ever since it was launched by one bakery in my town, I've been dying to taste it. Its colorful layers (well, it is rainbow cake, so it should be colorful like rainbow, right? hihihi....) was really tempting.



After months and months dreaming and imagining, finally I found it while shopping at Carrefour, one of hypermarkets in my town. I bought two pieces of it with different topping, and ate&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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My dad had passed away on November 27, 2009.....a thousand days ago... on age 74 years after been ill for so long and spent most of the last year of his life in and out of hospital.

 

Sadly, I barely have any sweet memories with him. Why? Because we didn't spent too many times as family while he still alived and we're still young children. He was a Navy officer, and spent most of his &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Last year, I made a thanksgiving note for each of nine days prior to my birthday.

This year, I had decided to make a wish-list instead. Like last year, I put them up as a status on my FB wall one by one everyday. And here they are :



#1: And There were None (Agatha Christie) - Indonesian version or 
Twilight - original version or City of Bones - original version





#2: an android &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Doraemon with the bamboo-copter


One day, while waiting for the regular bus on her way home, my sister put up this status in her Facebook: "....wish I could fly..."



When I read her status, a thought came into my mind... What if there were many other people wished the same at the same time? Meet a traffic jammed or wait for a never-come-bus...gets frustrated and then yells in Doraemon's way:&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Taken with a Sony Ericcson J108i Cedar


A week ago, while I fought against the flu bug who tried to infiltrate my health, suddenly I was longing for a taste of strawberries. My eyes kept searching along the fruit stalls at a market I passed on my way to work. But all I saw were mangoes, melons, oranges, paw-paws....no strawberries. Hmmmm, I thought, maybe the season had already past for it. &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Image source: beembe.com

﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿Everyone has a bad dream sometimes while sleeping. Sometimes, this bad dream could happen more than once, makes it a reccurence nightmare for the person. Below are two of some recurrence nightmares I've experienced :



1) Back to college year

I really hate this kind of dream. Usually it started with me mounting a very high stairs and walking a very long &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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image source : crashtestmommy.net


How many of you dream of a time for pampering yourself? A time where there's none will disturb you in doing something you like... A moment when time in this world may stop for a while... 



If I list all of my daily activities, you may think that I am a very busy person....well, many of my friends thought so....hehehe... First of all, I have my job which I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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This is a book written by Kristin Harmel, a verrrrrry nice birthday gift from a verrrrrryyy good friend of mine﻿. She told me that she picked the book at first because of the title. Huh??? She explained further: because I have an Italian friend....that's what made her interested. Hihihi...

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Once, a friend asked how many children I would like to have in my family. At the time, I said that I always saw myself surrounded by five children and the oldest was a boy.



In a recent conversation with another friend, we discussed about having a child of our own. This time I said to this friend that if and when I finally get married, I think I don't want to get pregnant and have a child &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I belong to a catholic youth choir which is always on duty for Holy Saturday and Christmas Eve masses. And it has became a joke between my friends - especially in Altos - that I'm always fallen ill close to the due date of our performance. Usually, I get caught by a bad cough...that makes me have to struggle hard between breathe, coughing and singing.

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Yesterday, while doing some errands for&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Here you go....
 Taken with a Sony-Ericcson J108i Cedar
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