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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Whenever I feel like breaking down and want to raise the flag of surrender over life hardness, I will focus my mind over my kids smiling face to calm myself and keep on fighting. Yes, they are my amulet of strength, the source of my strength that their smiling face alone can reload 50% of my fighter spirit beside prayer to God and support from those who cares.. &lt;i&gt;Balik-balik cerita pasal anak kan&lt;/i&gt; but they are my life and it's better writing about them than gossiping about other people affair &lt;i&gt;kan&lt;/i&gt;.. (&lt;i&gt;*winking)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Why do I refer my kids as my amulet of strength? Isn't God suppose to be our source of strength? Well, of course God is our source of strength. I can't never denied this FACT but to me my kids also my source of strength. Why? Because whenever I feel like want to give up for examples my job due to its' pressure and demand, I will think of my&amp;nbsp; kids happy face and what will happen if I quit. They will lost the smile of happiness and I don't want that happened.. You see what I mean, they existence give me a new meaningful purpose in life and it give me such strength to ensure they will have a better life than mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Another examples, When I feel like I can't stand the marriage life any longer (&lt;i&gt;1st thing 1st, touch wood..nauzubillah&lt;/i&gt;), I will think of my kids happiness and that give me new strength to fight for my marriage because I want my kids to have a good family... Often enough I stumbles upon hardness that took away all my energy to fight that I am glad I have my precious kids to keep me re-charge and resume fighting.. But I don't have to elaborate more about it because any person called mum or dad understand this feeling.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Did I bored you up already?? With this boring topic, I guess I did.. Hahaha! Okay, better stop now or else you might blacklisted me for being a super boring blog-post.. &lt;i&gt;Huhuhu, please NO&lt;/i&gt;..(",)v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Hasta la entrada sigiente, bye!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;When you help someone or doing a favor for someone, what do expect from them? Why you do it for them? Is it because you want to help them sincerely or is it because you have to help them or is it because you want them to return the favor? I guess everyone must have their own reason on doing so right? Well, today posting is not about other people but myself because I feel like someone is using me and took my soft side for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Whenever I am doing favor for other people or helping other people, I always remind myself to do it sincerely so that I won't feel any hard feeling or offense once the deed done. But I am just human being that sometimes I will feel angry to those people I helped because of their tendency of forgetting my help/favor and treating me like a tramp!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;How do you feel when people you help was so sweet to you when they need help and once they got it and solved their problem, they will treated you indifferently? Honestly, I will feel pretty mad and angry that I won't care even if I mention my favor to them, that I seem like not sincerely in helping them at all. That's me because I don't really like ungrateful people! To me they are like a parasite, who will only use us and then kill us in the end.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I always remind myself to never ever forget people who help me no matter during my good or bad&amp;nbsp; time. I always remind myself not to become one of those ungrateful people because I know how it feel to be treated like a trash by those you help and I don't people who help me feel that. It's not like I am judging those people because I am just expressing what I feel due to this kind of people manners. Maybe they have their own reason for behaving like that but still to me it's really heartless to treat people who once help you like a trash no matter whatever the reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;An ungrateful man is like a hog under a tree eating acorns, but never looking up to see where they come from.&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; Timothy Dexter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;It is another fault if he be ungrateful, but it is  mine if I do not give. To find one thankful man, I will oblige a great  many that are not so.&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;Lucius Annaeus Seneca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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