tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187864522024-03-08T10:40:06.142+07:00TWEETY TOTSIn three words I can summarize everything I have learned about life: It goes on.TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-29867672275126703462010-02-10T23:22:00.002+07:002010-02-10T23:29:41.869+07:00Foolish ways<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Who would ever imagine that after so many years of wasting my life I have finally got knocked down and came back to my senses.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">There are a few things that I wanted to share to the world that they should probably be mindful of.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">1. Don't love too much, learn to love oneself first before loving others. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">2. Generosity should have a boundary.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">3. Don't say things that you don't actually mean.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">4. Don't allow someone to be your priority and allow them to make you their option. It hurts like hell.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">5. Good friends are hard to find so when you do nurture them. If you lose them they are never coming back.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-49923383684205883432010-01-10T16:07:00.002+07:002010-01-10T16:21:36.978+07:00hiatus<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I've been gone a long time. My life had taken a different turn and now, I want to live again and breath.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">There are many things in life that we choose to do because we think it is what counts. I have given up my life for what? I can't even find the words to describe what I did to my life. And now, as I contemplate on it, I came to the sad realization that I threw away my life for nothing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I have to blame myself for this. Where will I begin to find myself? </span></div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-76712679697225712602008-10-08T15:51:00.004+07:002008-10-08T16:04:13.025+07:00Snuggy went to heaven<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Last Sunday, October 5, 2008 I cried my heart out after attending the worship service because I received a message from my mom saying that SNUGGY my tortoise, who had been with us for the last 10 years. He was given to me by my cousin who left for the states in '98. Now, there is an empty space in my heart coz I won't be seeing him anymore every time I go to the bathroom. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >If you wanted to ask the reason why he left, well i really don't have any answers. He just refused to eat. I even heard him one time crying. I don't know what happened. It pains me that my pet passed away. I just hope wherever pets go when they die, Snuggy is there, and that he is happy. Maybe there you can play with Snappy. Give him my regards okey? I miss you SNUGGY.</span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-70702010601482291602008-06-17T17:17:00.003+07:002008-06-17T18:18:39.912+07:00Moving<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >So much with people changing their minds. This week we will move to a new office space. I will be mingling with a new group of people and I'm looking forward to accomplishing things with the this new group.<br /><br />The things I will miss here at 14th floor are as follows:<br /></span><ol style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><li><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >The kids - the marketing and admin staff of MMM. They have all these crazy antics up their sleeves and the board room will never be the same without them.</span></li><li><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >The boisterous laughter around here when the "cats" are away... if you get the drift</span></li><li><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Honestly , I will miss the constant bantering of the people here.</span></li><li><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >And last but not the least, the oleh-oleh and the food trip of the people here. Out of this world.<br /></span></li></ol><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I guess in the process, one leaves behind a part of oneself when one moves but we should not fret about it. Every new chapter of our lives bring surprises and new beginnings. Now ain't that worth the journey?</span><br />********************<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Tagged by Rayts</span><br /></span><p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Rules: Each player answers the given questions about themselves. At the end of which, a further 5-6 people are tagged and informed accordingly on their own blogs. The <strong>unfortunate victim</strong> is requested to let the person who tagged them know when they’ve posted their answer.</span></p><ol><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">What was I doing 10 years ago?</span></strong> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">10 years?! Wow! I'm still in college back then. I tried to earn money by working in RMC and that was where we met and that was were our story began. I remember how pious we were back then. We frequent the church almost everyday for reasons only known to us. Whenever I try to look back, I can't help but think those were really good days for me. I earned really good friends and you are one of them.</span><br /></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><strong>What are 5 things on my to-do list for today?</strong></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Darn! Finalize the program proposal for Nursing English, Talk to the security guards of Brawijaya Apartment (they will lose their job this month) to ask them about the application status, Communicate with Isaki san about the visit of Japanese to our office, Design an NCLEX review program for MMM, Consult with my boss re: instructors for my programs and the list goes on...</span><br /></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Snacks you enjoy?</span></strong> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I love bananas with milk. Pizza and pasta (all time favorite)</span></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Things I would do if I were a billionaire?</span></strong> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Wow! That's like huge. Well, I'll buy my folks their own place and give them money for them to do whatever it is they please. I'll open a foundation for the brethren who need to have their own source of livelihood. I can now help more because I have more. And I will go places, without considering backpackers stuff. I will travel in style. And last but not the least, I can pursue my business plans. To open a place where my friends and I can hang out and at the same time earn money.</span><br /></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Places you have lived?</span></strong> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Isabel Leyte, Las Pinas, Makati, Pasig, Los Banos, Bay Laguna, Jl. Rambai Jakarta Selatan, Brawijaya Apartment, Jakarta Selatan, Lombok Residences, Jakarta Pusat, and Jl. Ciawi , Jakarta Selatan</span><br /></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Who are your next victims? <a href="http://loadedfaith.bogspot.com">ALODIE<br /></a></span></strong></span></div></li></ol>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-850614383088951242008-05-23T09:09:00.004+07:002008-06-17T17:39:06.866+07:00Close Shave<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Today, I am feeling giddy and all because despite of the many bumps I went through this week, I can still stay that Life is beautiful. Oh on my way to the office I almost got him by a motorcycle. It was really a close shave, something pulled me back and that was my angel. One thing is true about the drivers here in Indonesia, they are all rushing to hell.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">***********************************************************************************************************************************************************</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">This week was rather rough for me, we lost our Lolo Bening. Even if you try to understand that it was already time for him to go, I can't help but feel the pain of losing him. And again, my brother doesn't give a damn about helping. It irritates me that he's so irresponsible. Oh I don't have to dwell on this or I'll just ruin my day.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">***********************************************************************************************************************************************************</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">On weekend we will prepare a little something for our minister who is coming home here. I hope I can invite more brethren to come so we can all have some fun. Dids, are you coming over?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">***********************************************************************************************************************************************************</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-45505080797449094302008-04-29T15:31:00.002+07:002008-04-29T16:36:37.708+07:00Parting ways<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">Just about an hour ago my friend called me, she said she has tendered her resignation to her boss. Of course I was shocked and I asked her why? Well, she said she had enough. I totally understand that. I guess there are some things in life worth fighting for and there are those that we have to let go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">I know that I will feel sad when my friend leaves Jakarta because she has been my confidant and she's my my very good friend here. But I know this too will pass. I would rather be sad for a while than see her suffer in her work. She deserves more. Many Filipinos aspire for greater things that is why they leave their home land. Some people may be lucky but others working abroad are just victims of injustice and unfair labor practice. Every OFW wants a better life for their family in RP. I just hope the people back home will reciprocate by spending the money wisely. Coz i tell you staying in a foreign land is never easy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">Sister ganda, wherever your destiny brings you, I hope we will still stay in touch. I'll miss you.</span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-23870091396622886362008-04-24T15:07:00.003+07:002008-04-24T15:42:06.587+07:00My "Someday" has arrived<span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Someday </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">by: Nina</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Someday you’re gonna realize</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">One day you’ll see this through my eyes </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">By then I won’t even be there </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I’ll be happy somewhere </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Even if I cared </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I know you don’t really see my worth </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">You think you’re the last guy on earth</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Well I’ve got news for you </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I know I’m not that strong </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">But it won’t take long</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Won’t take long </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">'Coz Someday someone’s gonna love me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The way I wanted you to need me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Someday someone’s gonna take your place</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">One day I’ll forget about you</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">You'll see, I won't even miss you </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Someday someday </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Right now I know you can tell</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I’m down and I’m not doing well</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">But one day these tears they will all run dry</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I won’t have to cry, sweet goodbye </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Coz' someday someone’s gonna love me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The way I wanted you to need me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Someday someone’s gonna take your place oohh..</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">One day I’ll forget about you</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">You'll see, I won't even miss you </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Someday, i know someone's gonna be there </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Someday someone’s gonna love me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The way I wanted you to need me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Someday someone’s gonna take your place</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">One day I’ll forget about you</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">You'll see, I won't even miss you </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Someday someday.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">oh yeah...</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">This song has touched my inner core in more ways than one. I used to cry whenever I hear this song. Yes, indeed this was my silent plea. That someday I will be happy with someone and I will forget about my past. Now, that "someday" has finally arrived. It feels good to be needed and loved. Thank you honeybunch for taking care of me. </span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-28672957681158142582008-04-11T09:57:00.003+07:002008-04-11T10:30:21.994+07:00Naked truth<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As defined in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clothing">Wikipedia</a>, clothing protects the </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">human body </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">from extreme weather</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and other features of the </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">environment</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. It is worn for safety, comfort, and </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">modesty</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and to reflect </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">religious</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">cultural</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> and social meaning.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Earlier today on my way to the office, while I was crossing the overpass in Sinar Pagi. I saw a naked boy lying on the rather cold cement curled up and when I was descending the stairs there was another man there who was naked and he was sleeping soundly like a log baring his humanity for the world to see. These two people laid there mangled by their quota of defeat. This sight made me appreciate my blessings once again. Lately, I've been wondering why I'm experiencing hard times. But after seeing these two men, I came to realize how blessed I am. I still have a roof under my head. I still have clothes to protect me from my environment. I'm still blessed with so much. Maybe you also are. So if at times you want to question your creator about life's complexities just stop for a while and think of those who have nothing at all. Those who had lost their hope to experience even a little comfort. Those who live their lives wishing it were their last day. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The naked truth is we exist in a world of inequality. It will always be this way. No matter how hard we work to achieve a society that practices equality, it will just remain a dream. Yes, there will always be inequality because it is only then that we begin to appreciate the roles given to us. But we have to remember what ever part we play, we have to give our best, for the the end of our journey we will be rewarded accordingly. </span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-32697211192410067382008-04-10T14:05:00.003+07:002008-04-10T14:32:05.464+07:00He brings a smile to my face<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodZ52J5P7wCK3-M1HJH7cuUpl_HILw-L0_EIOksoYx7SEXALtzIGWc5LFamkl90bFt-Uek9_lv6o1ieDbpRqPhVSbOhPupgNK1pKMS82-k_OVP8hUyhF5LClNajdwsUTgwCxk/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187512347512828098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodZ52J5P7wCK3-M1HJH7cuUpl_HILw-L0_EIOksoYx7SEXALtzIGWc5LFamkl90bFt-Uek9_lv6o1ieDbpRqPhVSbOhPupgNK1pKMS82-k_OVP8hUyhF5LClNajdwsUTgwCxk/s400/DSC01107.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">When I'm down or sad or tired, i just have to talk to this young man and just like that all those unwanted emotions will simply go away. This kid can be a blabber mouth and when he flashes his smile oh geez I am simply captivated. Before I left for Jakarta I bought him Barney vcds. He calls this purple dino "beeney" . His mom said he would sing and dance with beeney. He will soon be a school boy. I hope he would enjoy playing with kids and learning new stuff. I miss him already. I miss him everyday. </span></div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-18608841183880280722007-07-26T11:07:00.000+07:002007-07-26T11:57:55.149+07:00Rayts tagged me<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Well today, I dunno what has gotten into me but there was this drive to check out my friend's blog and now I will have to indulge her. Maybe this thing will help us to somehow get to know our friends. Especially for me, I've been away for some time and this distance can sometimes detach you from the people you really care about. So here goes:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">8 Things about me:</span></strong><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">I'm an obsessive compulsive person. I am a molysomophobic of some sort. So you can be sure that when I go to public places I make sure I find clean restrooms. And I don't like touching the door handles. I will wait until someone would open the door before I go in and out of the restrooms.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">I hate it when people would try to play with me using their feet. I get that icky feeling.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">I talk in my sleep. (Alodie and AC told me so). They even tried recording my mumbling a couple of times.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">I hardly say NO to people who comes to me for just about anything. I accommodate even the weirdest conversation.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">My knees would go weak when I'm in high places. I'm altophobic. I remembered riding that boat in Enchanted Kingdom with my "exceptional friends" (Rayts, Charlie and Mitch). Geez! my knees shook convulsively. So now even if things are for free, I will keep a safe distance from those horrendous rides.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">I'm drawn to the sea. It has this soothing effect on me. It sort of washes all my filthiness and pains away.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">I don't like chocolates, coffee, burnt bread, coke, anything burnt. It has something to do with the color I guess.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Indonesian food has grown on me. My all time favorite is the "sate ayam and soto ayam"</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Whew! That was tough. It took me ages to write these things down. Now for the 8 people I wanted to tag... Geez! This is harder than I thought coz I only know a few friends who blogs. Can I get away with this one?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </p><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-80795990117123725062007-07-17T10:26:00.000+07:002007-07-17T15:15:58.575+07:00Twisted minds<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Greed is </span><a title="Selfish" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Selfish"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">selfish</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, excessive or uncontrolled </span><a title="Desire" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desire"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">desire</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> for or pursuit of </span><a title="Money" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Money"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">money</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a title="Wealth" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wealth"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">wealth</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, </span><a title="Food" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Food"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">food</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, or other </span><a title="Possessions" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Possessions"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">possessions</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, especially when this denies the same goods to others. " This definition was taken from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greed">wikipedia</a>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Today, as i was walking to the office aimlessly, some random thoughts came to me as to why the things that transpired in my life the past few days came about. GREED! Yes it is what drives people to the brink of the evil world. If I let them be, am I committing the sin of omission? Do I have the responsibility of intervening in all these? Or can I just stay mum about all these?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The people around me now are trying to destroy one another. They've been throwing blame at each other and sometimes it gets into my nerve to bear witness to all these because there are those people around them that suffers the consequences of petty and childish fight. No progress just war. How can mankind attain peace when it is difficult for them to let go of their wants? No wonder many people are suffering... no one wants to humble themselves.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Today, I heard YOU speak... I will just be fine... I will follow where YOU will lead me</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">YOU have prepared the path for me and I shall obey thee.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-37337361901976271262007-06-29T10:44:00.000+07:002007-07-17T15:21:50.304+07:00Staring into the eyes of poverty<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jakarta houses the richest and the poorest people of this country. Everyday, I always have a brush with the least fortunate ones. I can't comprehend how a country like this whose resources are just so immense have people who hardly have anything on their plates.<br /><br />I pass this over pass everyday on my way to the office and every Tuesday I see this old man who seems so weak already but he tries to clean the over pass every Tuesday. Imagine, how a man with twisted feet walks in that over pass to clean. It crushes my heart. How I wish there is more to life than just a little help for this man. How can change happen when only a few has the desire to change the world.<br /><br />How can a man who has Rp5,000 eat three decent meals in Jakarta? I wonder where the heart of most people are nowadays. With that I can only buy 5 packs of instant noodles. After having one, you will not be so enthusiastic about taking another one. So they probably choose to have "gorengan" instead.<br /><br />Poverty drives people to do something bad. It also kills the values people once uphold. But is there really a solution to this? How can we, in our own little way alleviate poverty? Everyone is crying for more, craving and wanting more in life. If we can just stop awhile and stare at poverty in its eyes then perhaps we will realize how blessed we are to have a roof over our head and we are eating 3 times a day. Is this not enough? How about you? When will you know that something is enough for you?</span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-16721918640632879902007-05-11T17:56:00.000+07:002007-05-11T18:14:00.456+07:00Sauce needed<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjlxdkM-ckk186oFCTldjGQfrp5ZnDCuVUSGst4_-kQK_9w2UyrAb9-tz1mV3VDiWMSjXfaNevH3rZqSSpT8PJutot4b2zTdFfZWgWfJ-Nn5HBMRjlU32f1FUvnEaClnsA3xw/s1600-h/crab.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063257882698439458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjlxdkM-ckk186oFCTldjGQfrp5ZnDCuVUSGst4_-kQK_9w2UyrAb9-tz1mV3VDiWMSjXfaNevH3rZqSSpT8PJutot4b2zTdFfZWgWfJ-Nn5HBMRjlU32f1FUvnEaClnsA3xw/s400/crab.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">This yummy looking crab needs a sauce. So if you have the talent of whipping up something lemme know and I will refer you to the committee in charge of the sauce making contest. </span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div></div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-13768625613877814112007-05-04T16:10:00.000+07:002007-05-04T16:31:36.777+07:00My officemates<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZJCt68bMOUTC-Hxu58oEIWUHxrsjcqK1V7g4zMdsvA1Jtr6Pc0ON5hFZdxsGWTRsYVLr-655sp2SCb1asYD2JXK9g9WpKscg6czOZGVmVvRXW66c3k2psDWY-4Ub-uNvfyu5/s1600-h/IMG_11010707.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060634542443846418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaZJCt68bMOUTC-Hxu58oEIWUHxrsjcqK1V7g4zMdsvA1Jtr6Pc0ON5hFZdxsGWTRsYVLr-655sp2SCb1asYD2JXK9g9WpKscg6czOZGVmVvRXW66c3k2psDWY-4Ub-uNvfyu5/s400/IMG_11010707.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">(L-R) Jane, TM, Slamet, Meil, Dhora</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">The Photo Addicts</span></div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-63549551737638371352007-05-04T14:56:00.000+07:002007-05-04T15:29:59.955+07:00A view from Menara Hijau<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060618432021519106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZm3WK25EaVdgRznOVLaegEqzBHDvnsAnNff_nnh_oamoDHUTXbQvP8joFJE8kI7DovX-suBd3cFVahmX4rzG134ZN5ZotshYgn1x9XDWdDr1iEVSfDhG432Da5AQNG346PQV9/s400/IMG_11000706.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">A view of the residential area from my office. They like red roofs. </span></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060616722624535282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih24tFnc3QspZIxz3Ccctp3QyBRpWfH8vesPdM8ajyL1nRCNUj9bBhjoUXp-aHT_7QLN9CXZzL2xyKlp3OKPtGEVewdEuyuDb80RS6pGr_oU0GYlseBYZO8poSgIDD2uZTPOmg/s400/IMG_10990705.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">This view is facing the business district of Jakarta. The buildings are not so visible because of the smog. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Today it looks brighter than the previous days. </span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /> </div><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJTr1wX-n9fq3TJBaoWsXAP7MjOVwJEJC67SPdB_P72fkFdsv2d8yNpBBOIfQ20fnmOc-Gh-Osyf3wdC7w0GNXzVo5tW0pJNptXYNrDJWWG9jnycsLYZ_CFNwTAK3HJykxvTn/s1600-h/IMG_10990705.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDMZoX6AxJ26wE0tpqEjfvIm2pjEUytzLyrHOyrhNufjNetpc4bb7XF5HfyeMyVcx4aEgwK2kFsgQGffa26qE4lIgYHsMugVscWBgJ0Lyvvly84GwQQmctCMcns9Z4LhavaIP/s1600-h/IMG_11000706.JPG"></a></p><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-10529816921731412602007-05-02T15:18:00.000+07:002007-05-02T15:37:07.877+07:00A tribute to a good friend<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I know you will no longer hear me but I am hoping that the angels will send this message to you. I tried to find you but I guess I did not try hard enough. Wherever you may be right now, I want you to know that I am truly grateful that our paths had crossed. You made me realize that despite of life's misgivings we still have to be thankful to our Creator.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">I don't want to remember you looking sick and weak. I want to remember you as the person who made my stay in Bay worthwhile. Today, I asked God to give you rest. May your life be an inspiration to those who knew you. thank you for taking care of me back then. Thank you for those breakfasts and lunches we had together. Thank you for the silly thoughts, the laughter and the tears we shared.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Til we meet again Ate Nels. I will miss you.</span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-70234581540572606922007-04-25T14:19:00.000+07:002007-04-25T14:33:27.686+07:00A typical rainy day in Jakarta<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLZfRodk1Kqq8iqhwKtm76ztRuCxF0vkqRx93um4_-0G1hgXRxTDKJMUbno3MyDLilPWYpaOOXsqGvmF4z4ZwgbYvbWE_uBNuIZNlkiKvbxrjQzQrLFwzv_Psyg8O8PkZaA68/s1600-h/DSC00883.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057262761188252338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLZfRodk1Kqq8iqhwKtm76ztRuCxF0vkqRx93um4_-0G1hgXRxTDKJMUbno3MyDLilPWYpaOOXsqGvmF4z4ZwgbYvbWE_uBNuIZNlkiKvbxrjQzQrLFwzv_Psyg8O8PkZaA68/s400/DSC00883.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Yesterday, my colleague and I went around Cawang area to scout for a house for one of the instructors for the training center and while we were doing our rounds the rain poured. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The flooding is a manifestation of the poor drainage system in this country. Imagine this is only about 15 minutes of rain. Can you picture in your heads what happened to Jakarta when it rained here for several days last February? Several areas where submerged in flood water. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">It is my earnest hope that everyone will start cleaning their own backyards. Stop throwing garbage just anywhere. A small effort of throwing your trash in the right place will go a long long way for mother earth. This is our planet, we have to contribute in making this a better place to live in.</span></div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-91709102724595746312007-04-24T16:52:00.000+07:002007-04-24T16:52:44.178+07:00Missing You Quotes, I Miss You Sayings<a href="http://www.quotegarden.com/miss-you.html">Missing You Quotes, I Miss You Sayings</a>: "Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. ~Edna St Vincent Millay"TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-74525406947043108532007-04-24T14:15:00.000+07:002007-04-24T14:28:54.876+07:00Jakarta's treats<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRilKbLc2EDXFq8jiGTbY7lh-7nBb63uwdi9LPwJAEn8ogXMKckw-Elw1fQa2cX_EfP_49L4Q1rPmYIinAkVcRwrSlGC2M6XlbCW445NQaxJsO3ibO9K1i1Yw-JQwL1OR9siO/s1600-h/DSCN41750207.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056890603346907522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRilKbLc2EDXFq8jiGTbY7lh-7nBb63uwdi9LPwJAEn8ogXMKckw-Elw1fQa2cX_EfP_49L4Q1rPmYIinAkVcRwrSlGC2M6XlbCW445NQaxJsO3ibO9K1i1Yw-JQwL1OR9siO/s400/DSCN41750207.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Take a look at these treats from Jakarta. This country never cease to amaze me because everyday you will unravel something beautiful. Imagine biting into something sweet and at the same time spicy. I'm sure those of you who are have not tried this would squirm. But I tell you, life is too short, so we have to allow ourselves to experience the best life has to offer.<br /><br />So next time you would ponder on which places to visit... think of INDONESIA...TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-74659859678015178472007-04-21T22:45:00.000+07:002007-04-21T23:39:54.215+07:00Mourning for Nemo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjlvNSmtsdptJov_4dSAnDRXjCU3QSH7iPoQpkffPKIA6vXsh9UTPxr_f_n5mLANLTfiLkHBzch8A7HRG3-ARGi3AnWrQIEAsppiZWYxK5nhuPs3Hdg7alXTxAy-7G1US1I1K/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055921783278981490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVjlvNSmtsdptJov_4dSAnDRXjCU3QSH7iPoQpkffPKIA6vXsh9UTPxr_f_n5mLANLTfiLkHBzch8A7HRG3-ARGi3AnWrQIEAsppiZWYxK5nhuPs3Hdg7alXTxAy-7G1US1I1K/s200/DSC00874.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Every day I wake up to check the tank where we have several kinds of fish. I am drawn however to Nemo because he is such a doll. Then as the days passed I noticed that his tail had been chipped off, then his flippers and then last thursday he just didn't come up for breakfast anymore. I tried searching for him and then there he was at the bottom of the tank lifeless. There was no hope of rescuing him, and the perpetrator is none other than this eel i called<em> Snakey. </em>Today, the guys who cleans and maintains our fish tank took him away and gave me a new Nemo. Well, I hope things will be peaceful inside the tank now. As what my boss told me, it is the nature of a snake to be a preadator wherever they may be. Well, now that <em>Snakey </em>is no longer around, it is my ardent hope that all the fishes in the tank will live peacefully because it gives someone like me a sense of joy.</div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-1157035823428016312006-08-31T21:17:00.000+07:002006-08-31T21:50:24.630+07:00China<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Whenever I get the chance to travel I would jump for it. Just this month I went to Hongkong and Shenzhen, China. I had a great time doing stuffs with my friends.<br /><br />Geez! I’ve never seen so many Chinese in one place than what we saw in the Immigration area. I had a feeling all the Chinese flocked in that area on that faithful day when we entered Shenzhen.<br /><br />The food in there was really bountiful. I can’t imagine how people there can finish so much food in one sitting but I’ve seen how they’ve manage to clean the whole big serving of dishes.<br /><br />Have a peak at what it is like to be in China.</span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00399.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00399.jpg" border="0" /></a> -<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> that's me with hitler!</span><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00427.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00427.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">longest bridge in HK</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00437.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00437.jpg" border="0" /></a> spicy chinese cuisines</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00461.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00461.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">isang palangana na ulam - di kinaya ng powers namin!</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></p></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/hongkong%20041.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/hongkong%20041.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">starbucks in shenzhen. lasang instik<br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00439.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00439.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">napagod sa shopping</span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-1148445990432073762006-05-24T11:42:00.000+07:002006-05-24T11:46:30.443+07:00Light heart<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;">There are many things that people go through in life and more often than not we carry a heavy heart if we are unable to resolve the many conflicting emotions we hold within our hearts. I’m sure there are those who spent sleepless nights trying to decipher what went wrong and how they can make things better. There are those who drown themselves in liquor to somewhat blot out those situations that make their lives miserable. Others even turn to drugs to feel better. However, there are other healthy ways of dealing with these kinds of conflicts. One would be talking to our ever reliable Creator who never judges us immediately but listens to us with a compassionate heart. He uses instruments to get to us. It could be our friends, or family.<br /><br />Yesterday, I’ve firmed up my decision about moving on. There are certain chapters in our lives that we should close to face the succeeding ones. Finally, my Creator gave me a physical manifestation of his approval. I felt ecstatic! Sometimes, we have to go out of our comfort zones to see that there is more to life than what we are seeing right now. So looking forward to opening other chapters of my life story.</span></div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-1147753999848586202006-05-16T10:54:00.000+07:002006-05-16T11:46:03.596+07:00My Dearest Mom<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;">Last Sunday was Mother’s day. Well just one of those days when I really missed my mom. I called her and greeted her. Everyone was there except for me. Of course they had prepared all the yummy stuffs again and they just SMSed me what they had for dinner.<br /><br />I love my mom because for countless reasons. She’s given so much to us. But more often than not, we fail to show our gratitude to these women who’ve given us their lives so we can be better persons. I love my mom because she takes care of us even if we are adults already. I remember those days when we were still kids; she would usually bring lunch to us in school because she wants us to eat hot meals. She would neatly pack things in that Jollibee lunch box she bought from Manila before. So we would be the envy of other kids because we always have good lunches with our mom. I also remember how every Sunday she would prepare something special for the family. And we always had superb food when she is around. Plus I will never forget how she would reward us if we do well in school. She would buy us Chippy which was like my all time favourite snack when I was a kid. I remember the time when my sister got sick, her WBC count was high that we thought she would have leukaemia. My mom cried so hard and she did everything so she can bring my sister to Manila for her treatment. She sold all the pigs she was raising then to obtain money for my sister’s medication. And when my sister was restored back to health my mom gave her a grand birthday party when she was 9 years old.<br /><br />Since then, my mom’s attention was always for my sister and my younger brother. I felt like she never really loved me. There was even a point when I thought I was not a member of the family. I had that feeling until I was in college. I thought how unfair my mom can get. When I was sick she never bothered helping me enrol in my classes. Mind you I had chicken pox then so just imagine me going around UPLB trying to sign up for a subject and paying for my tuition. I felt like an outcast because people where moving away from me. After that I just felt like I hated my mom so much. Then one day when she gave me a good scolding for reprimanding my younger brother, I decided to write her a long letter of how bad I felt all those times when I felt like she never really cared for me. When I was writing that letter I was sobbing like crazy. I wanted to pour out all the heartaches I’ve been bottling inside me and so I did. After which I went back to LB to continue my studies and I told myself I will never go back to where they live ever again. But I guess mothers will always be mothers. She went to LB and she had a hard time looking for my dorm. She never really knew where I lived then because she never helped me move to my dorm because going to LB was my choice and they didn’t approve of that. She didn’t see me then but she left my favourite food in the dormitory. I cried when I saw the food because I know she exerted so much effort to find me. That was the beginning of our good bond between us. And she showed me everyday how much she loves and cares for me. Even if I’m far from them now she never tires of letting me know how much she loves me. I will always love my mom. She will always be the best mom for me. They may be showing different kinds of attention to their kids but we must always remember that they will always love their kids equally. Sometimes we just have to understand that we have siblings that need more attention than we do but it doesn’t mean if we are not getting as much attention that our mom loves us less. There is a saying that goes “Mom knows best.” So we have to give it to them. So while we still have the chance, let us show how we appreciate our moms. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;">So what did I get my mom for Mother’s Day… I wanted to give her a garden of flowers tapi gimana? So I will just show her this for now.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00292.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00292.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">The Tail of the peacock - a colorful display of flowers </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00293.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00293.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Taman Bunga Nusantara - A place of beautiful flowers</span></span></span></div><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00305.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00305.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">French garden</span></span></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00308.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00308.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">French garden - pillars</span></span></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00309.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00309.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bunch of pink and purple flowers</span></span></span></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/DSC00310.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/DSC00310.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Dancing Fountain</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;">Ma, I'll make you see nice places soon. So be patient. I Love you Ma!;)</span></p>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-1146725097131064102006-05-04T13:27:00.000+07:002006-05-04T14:00:48.573+07:00Chillin’ Out<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last April 30, my churchmates and I went to Ancol, the famous theme park here in Jakarta. The weather in Selatan (south) was not favourable. But it was a good thing TransJakarta brought us safely to Kota (city). There were some glitches along the way but we all made it to Lost Kingdom our first stop. It was really hot in there that everyone didn’t even want to go around and watch the animal shows. I on the other hand enjoyed watching the dolphin show. I felt like a kid who was so giddy just seeing the dolphins do their tricks. I was amazed that the dolphins understood Bahasa Indonesia. That only goes to show that even animals can learn a language.<br /><br />After being lost in the animal kingdom we went to Ice World. Everyone was not keen about getting inside this cold place because they said they might get sick because the weather was so hot in Ancol then we wanted to go inside Ice World. Well, I guess after seeing all the people rushing to get inside the place everyone decided to go inside. That was my second visit to Ice World. The first was with my friend <a href="http://styar.blog-city.com">Styar</a>. I guess she’ll share the pics from there soon in her site. I came there ready the 2nd time. So I lasted there longer than my first visit. One thing I’ve learned from the whole exercise. I really can’t survive in a cold area. That place was like -10ºC. My student told me he’s been to a place way colder than that. We had a good time chillin’ out though.</span> </div><div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/IW300406rev.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/IW300406rev.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/IWb300406rev.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/IWb300406rev.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/IWe300406rev.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/IWe300406rev.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/IWkikkay300406rev.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/200/IWkikkay300406rev.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18786452.post-1146464761259956442006-05-01T13:22:00.000+07:002006-05-05T11:29:27.793+07:00Wake Up!<div align="justify"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/1600/0167.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7567/1846/320/0167.jpg" width="219" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;">I’m not a perfect person. I’m just like everybody else wishing for a better life for my family so to speak. Almost 2 years ago my fate brought me to this foreign land where I thought life would be kind to me. I came here blind and not knowing what was in store for me. I was like a kid who dreamed of having a nice balloon and then I was lured by a person into this direction where I can get this balloon I so desperately want. When I got to the place where I’m suppose to be given that balloon, I was disappointed as hell when the balloon was handed over to me. But what can I do? I can’t go back anymore. I was stuck in this place hoping that a miracle will change my fate. When I try to look back at those days, I knew I tried to have a happy disposition. The first year of my stay here was sort of my escape from my previous life. I tried my best to find myself and I believe that all those times Papa Lord saw my heart and He gave me the chance to find the peace I’ve been wishing for. I’ve learned to be patient and to listen to people. I’ve developed my listening skills. So when I heard my calling I answered His calling. It was not a difficult decision, one day I woke up having this great desire in my heart to learn from Him and to be of service to Him. My life then was filled with this longing to be put right with my Creator every waking moment of my life, unmindful of the many negatives forces that surround me because I have this reassurance that I shall triumph over all these negative forces.<br /><br />At present however, I bumped into something and I woke up from my illusory dream for a change to occur in my environment. I’ve endured long enough and I’ve awaken to the truth that not all the people whom you’ve considered your friends will stand to be a friend in every sense of the word. There are those who will ruin your faith in people, in righteousness, and in justice.<br /><br />In my lifetime, I’ve been with many different types of people. I guess I was destined to be in a situation wherein I must learn to get along. In those situations, I just learned to say “yes” and to never complain. One of my close friends told me that one of my weaknesses is my inability to say “no”. My friend said I have to be assertive. I have to be firm with my NO if I really wanted to say NO. I ended up saying NO to my friend a lot times because with that person I can be true to myself.<br /><br />Today, I came to a firm decision that enough is enough. I know that God has given me a bigger responsibility and I want to take on that challenge. However, my stint here shall soon come to an end because I have chosen to put an end to it. I know there are still other places I can go to where I can continue to do my task and where I can make a difference in other people’s lives. To my family and friends who’ve always been supportive of my choices thank you for helping me cope with my day to day battle. To styar, thanks for pushing me to see the light and thanks for the wake up call.<br /></div></span>TM totshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00814393056980113209noreply@blogger.com1