<?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: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-680239613536847786</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:25:27.053+08:00</updated><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Elsa's Inside Voices</title><subtitle type='html'>See Me | Hear Me | Feel Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2929803157601352577</id><published>2011-01-21T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T23:08:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2011 and Goodbye 2010</title><content type='html'>Geez, time flies really fast. I haven't updated my blog for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda upset right now, that is the main reason I started to write again.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm down I've always have the inspiration to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I've never been happy for this couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;So much tension and pressure from my mum it makes me super duper stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the idea that she always talks bad things about other's.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when she's teasing others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich vs Poor.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody  wants to be poor for sure. I don't know how to start the story but it's painful for me to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;So do you think I'm truly happy to live in the condition i'm in right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I might have some luxury handbags that not everyone can buy.&lt;br /&gt;I lived in a house with 3 maids that I don't have to to the house chores.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to worry about my meals cause they gonna served it for me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But could it make me happy forever? Nah.... it's for temporary for sure.&lt;br /&gt;What I need right now is to be HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to be happy? *sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2929803157601352577?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2929803157601352577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2929803157601352577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2929803157601352577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2929803157601352577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-2011-and-goodbye-2010.html' title='Hello 2011 and Goodbye 2010'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4800884227316355403</id><published>2010-05-08T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Theory about Love</title><content type='html'>Don’t be too good I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be too caring, I might like you.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be too sweet, I might fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard for me to love you when you won’t love me after all…&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline : A person who makes me love him/her is actually a person who loves me more than I love him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone comes in your life and becomes a part of you&lt;br /&gt;but for some reasons he couldn’t stay, don’t cry too much…&lt;br /&gt;Just be glad that your paths crossed and somehow he made you happy even for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline : Time will tell, If he’s yours he will come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tear drops were floating down the river.&lt;br /&gt;One teardrop said to the other, "I’m the teardrop of a girl who loved&lt;br /&gt;a man and lost him. Who are you?" "I’m the teardrop of the man who&lt;br /&gt;regret letting a girl go…"&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline : Nobody will sympathise a person who constantly let chances passes by without making any efforts to salvage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We normally don’t realise how important our loved and closed ones are until they have left us. We’ll start reminiscences which results&lt;br /&gt;misery. Love can make you happy although often times it&lt;br /&gt;hurts. But love is only special if you give it to which it’s worth.&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline : If you have found someone who truly appreciates you, He/she deserves more of your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What If someone tells you this: I don’t believe in courtship. It’s&lt;br /&gt;just a waste of time. If I love the person, I’ll tell her right away.&lt;br /&gt;But for you I will make an exception… Just love me now and I’ll court you forever…&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline : Love needs time to realise, there might be love at first&lt;br /&gt;sight but it takes time to let one gradually discover their affection&lt;br /&gt;towards another, miss him/her when he/she is not around, hope to hear from he/she when the person has not written or called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s always better to have found the courage to love even if you lose it in the end rather than never found love because you were too afraid of the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline : Don’t give up if you face or think that you have competitors. It’s always better to try, if you suceed, the reward is more than you can expect. But if you don’t try or don’t summon up the courage, you might lose the one you like/love forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest challenge in our life is to find someone who knows our flaws and differences and yet still willingly embraces you&lt;br /&gt;with so much love.&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline : Love is a means of self giving and self sacrificsing, if he/she knows your flaws and still willing to accept you, continue to&lt;br /&gt;like/love you as you are or even more, boy, you are lucky! This&lt;br /&gt;person truly deserves your love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spaces between our fingers were created so&lt;br /&gt;that another person’s fingers could fill them in.&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline : open your heart, let people love you, never Doubt their intentions, sincerity can be felt by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love, it is not for you to be understood but for you To understand; Not for you to take but for you to be&lt;br /&gt;taken; To listen not to dictate; To sacrifice and not to demand;&lt;br /&gt;Not to count or measure, but to LOVE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4800884227316355403?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4800884227316355403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4800884227316355403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4800884227316355403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4800884227316355403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/theory-about-love.html' title='Theory about Love'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2976395999991270126</id><published>2010-05-08T15:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Think before you say</title><content type='html'>Today before you think of saying an unkind word&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who cant speak&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain of not having enough&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who’s begging on the street&lt;br /&gt;Before you complaint of being ugly&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who’s actually in the worst of states of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who’s crying out to God for a companion&lt;br /&gt;Today before you complain about life&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your children&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they’re barren&lt;br /&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house someone didn’t clean or sweep&lt;br /&gt;Think of the people who are living in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet&lt;br /&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job&lt;br /&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another&lt;br /&gt;Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on your face and thank God you’re alive and still around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift&lt;br /&gt;Live it…&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate it…&lt;br /&gt;And fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you are at&lt;br /&gt;it give love to someone today&lt;br /&gt;Love someone with what you do and the words you say&lt;br /&gt;Love is not meant to be kept locked inside of us and hidden&lt;br /&gt;So give it away&lt;br /&gt;Give Love to someone today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t love someone because they’re beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;They’re beautiful because you love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2976395999991270126?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2976395999991270126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2976395999991270126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2976395999991270126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2976395999991270126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/think-before-you-say.html' title='Think before you say'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-1817509714397484795</id><published>2010-05-08T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Cinta lagi</title><content type='html'>Pacaran itu suatu hal yang mengesankan dan ‘harus dipertahankan’ jika&lt;br /&gt;memang sudah sepadan. Seperti kata kata berikut: cinta tak pernah akan&lt;br /&gt;begitu indah, jika tanpa persahabatan…..yang satu selalu menjadi penyebab&lt;br /&gt;yang lain dan prosesnya… adalah irreversible……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang pecinta yang terbaik adalah sahabat yang terhebat. Jika engkau&lt;br /&gt;mencintai seseorang, jangan berharap bahwa seseorang itu akan mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;persis sebaliknya dalam kapasitas yang sama. Satu diantara kalian akan&lt;br /&gt;memberikan lebih, yang lain akan dirasa kurang……….. Begitu juga dalam&lt;br /&gt;cinta: engkau yang mencari, dan yang lain akan menanti……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah takut untuk jatuh cinta…. mungkin akan begitu menyakitkan,&lt;br /&gt;dan mungkin akan menyebabkan engkau sakit dan menderita….. tapi jika&lt;br /&gt;engkau tidak mengikuti kata hati, pada akhirnya engkau akan&lt;br /&gt;menangis…….jauh lebih pedih…karena saat itu menyadari bahwa engkau&lt;br /&gt;tidak pernah memberi….cinta itu sebuah jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta bukan sekedar perasaan, tapi sebuah komitmen….Perasaan bisa datang&lt;br /&gt;dan pergi begitu saja…… Cinta tak harus berakhir bahagia…..karena&lt;br /&gt;cinta TIDAK harus berakhir…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta sejati mendengar apa yang tidak dikatakan…. dan mengerti apa yang&lt;br /&gt;tidak dijelaskan, sebab cinta tidak datang dari bibir dan lidah atau&lt;br /&gt;pikiran………melainkan dari HATI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika engkau mencintai, jangan mengharapkan apapun sebagai imbalan, karena&lt;br /&gt;jika engkau demikian, engkau bukan mencintai, melainkan….. INVESTASI .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika engkau mencintai, engkau harus siap untuk menerima penderitaan. Karena&lt;br /&gt;jika engkau mengharap kebahagiaan, engkau bukan mencintai, melainkan..&lt;br /&gt;MEMANFAATKAN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik kehilangan harga diri dan egomu bersama seseorang yang engkau&lt;br /&gt;cintai daripada kehilangan seseorang yang engkau cintai, karena EGO-mu yang&lt;br /&gt;tak berguna itu……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan mencintai seseorang seperti bunga,karena bunga mati kala musim&lt;br /&gt;berganti, cintailah mereka seperti sungai, sebab sungai mengalir&lt;br /&gt;selamanya……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta mungkin akan meninggalkan hatimu bagaikan kepingan2 kaca, tapi&lt;br /&gt;tancapkan dalam pikiranmu, bahwa Ada seseorang yang akan bersedia untuk&lt;br /&gt;menambal lukamu dengan mengumpulkan kembali pecahan2 kaca itu…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga engkau akan menjadi utuh kembali……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-1817509714397484795?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1817509714397484795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=1817509714397484795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1817509714397484795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1817509714397484795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/cinta-lagi.html' title='Cinta lagi'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-8408571578350650175</id><published>2010-05-08T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>"Don’t find love, let love find you.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it’s called falling in love&lt;br /&gt;because you don’t force yourself to fall, you just fall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once you accept someone for who and what they really are,   &lt;br /&gt;they will surprise you by being better than you ever expected.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is loving/accepting a person   &lt;br /&gt;with all his/her strength and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman   &lt;br /&gt;but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Find time to realize   &lt;br /&gt;that there is one person who mean so much to you,   &lt;br /&gt;for you might wake up one morning losing that person   &lt;br /&gt;who you thought meant nothing to you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is seeing yourself through someone’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;and finding yourself in somebody’s heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love.&lt;br /&gt;For what’s in your mind may escape   &lt;br /&gt;but what’s in your heart will remain forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps us together like your circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;But the treasure inside, for you to see&lt;br /&gt;is the treasure of friendship you’ve given to me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Letting go has never been easy and holding on can be as difficult.   &lt;br /&gt;Yet strengths measured not by holding on but by letting go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;True LOVE doesn’t have a happy ending,&lt;br /&gt;that’s because true love doesn’t have an ending.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Men vs women:&lt;br /&gt;Men would rather sacrifice love to conquer the world.   &lt;br /&gt;Women would rather give up the world just to be with someone worth the sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts are better left unsaid,   &lt;br /&gt;some feelings are better left kept to yourself,   &lt;br /&gt;but love has its way of expressing itself despite the silence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are so many stars in the sky   &lt;br /&gt;only some are radiant enough to be noticed.   &lt;br /&gt;Among those you choose to ignore   &lt;br /&gt;is the one which was willing to shine for you forever   &lt;br /&gt;even if your glance remained elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love   &lt;br /&gt;Is happy with someone else…   &lt;br /&gt;but it’s more painful to know&lt;br /&gt;that the one you love is unhappy with you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-8408571578350650175?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8408571578350650175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=8408571578350650175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8408571578350650175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8408571578350650175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3458536901162357429</id><published>2010-05-08T15:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love in children's eye</title><content type='html'>Children can answer better than most adults when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;The question was "What is love"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers they gave were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;See what you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."&lt;br /&gt;Billy- age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."&lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."&lt;br /&gt;Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired."&lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."&lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"&lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."&lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."&lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mommy loves me more than anybody You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."&lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."&lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."&lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."&lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."&lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7 (what an image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross."&lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing left but God, that is when you find out that God is all you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3458536901162357429?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-9084996571236234661</id><published>2010-05-08T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Who still remembers, who was the one who said he’ll love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sentence of the past, will become our wound in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so long ago, no one remembers the gentleness in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I, hand in hand, we said we’ll walk together to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve both forgotten, how long we’ve walked in this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts it’s clear, that one day, one day it’ll all end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let time speak the truth, although I’m afraid too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sky darkens, we won’t know whether there’ll be regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who still remembers, who was the one who said he’ll love me forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sentence of the past, will become our wound in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so long ago, no one remembers the gentleness in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I, hand in hand, we said we’ll walk together to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re both weary, yet we cannot turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both hearts are puzzled, no matter what we say, nothing can be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, I ask why, but maybe you don’t have an answer either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two persons in love with each other, waiting for each other to say a reason to break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who still remembers, when the love has just begun to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our eyes, there’re different skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve walked too far, eventually reaching a crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that you and I, must have two contrasting dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who still remembers, who was the one who said he’ll love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sentence of the past, will become our wound in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so long ago, no one remembers the gentleness in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I, hand in hand, we said we’ll walk together to the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-9084996571236234661?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/9084996571236234661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=9084996571236234661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/9084996571236234661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/9084996571236234661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-7103218359018624854</id><published>2010-05-06T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hati :)</title><content type='html'>Entah bagaimana Tuhan menciptakan hati ini, sehingga seringkali hati ini terbolak-balik dalam berperasaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang kita merasa begitu benci sekali dengan seseorang, tapi entah&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana, bisa saja dia menjadi seseorang yang sangat kita sayangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bukankah itu sesuatu yang indah? Bukankah terbolak-baliknya hati merupakan suatu anugerah? Memang jika kita melihat bagaimana hati yang baik bisa menjadi buruk, mungkin tak bisa kita melihatnya sebagai suatu anugerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bayangkan saat hati yang kotor bisa tercuci bersih, bisa&lt;br /&gt;menyayangi kembali, bisa mengasihi, bisa membuat bibir ini tersenyum, dan orang lainpun tersenyum, akan terlihat indahnya dunia ini, dan seisinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati inilah yang bisa membuat seseorang merasa bahagia, merasa&lt;br /&gt;berbunga-bunga. Sungguh indah sekali rasanya bisa menyayangi seseorang, seseorang yang sangat penting sekali dalam hidup kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang kita berpikir bahwa jika menyayangi seseorang, orang itu&lt;br /&gt;haruslah menyayangi kita kembali. Tapi sungguh mulianya jika kita bisa mencintai seseorang tanpa ia harus mengetahuinya, tanpa harus meminta balasan apapun darinya. Sungguh indahnya suatu rasa sayang yang berdasarkan ketulusan, yang dimana kita hanya ingin melihatnya tersenyum, melihatnya bahagia, melihatnya gembira, dimanapun dan bersama siapapun dia berada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah engkau terdiam terpaku ketika melihat seseorang yang ada di hatimu? Pernahkah engkau menginginkannya untuk bahagia meskipun ia tak tahu apa isi hatimu? Sungguh besarnya dan indahnya apa yang hati ini bisa lakukan kepada diri kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati ini bisa membuat kita berkorban begitu besarnya, bisa membuat kita berjuang begitu kerasnya, bisa membuat kita terpesona begitu berbunga- bunganya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang hati adalah sebuah anugerah asalkan kita mampu menjaganya, menjaga kebersihannya, dan asalkan kita mampu merawatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena sesungguhnya, ingatlah bahwa memang hati ini tak pernah berhenti berbolak-balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka sayangilah orang-orang yang sekarang ada di hatimu, dengan tulus, tanpa ia harus memberikan apapun kepadamu. Lakukanlah sebelum hatimu berbalik lagi! Lakukanlah sekarang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh indah sekali rasa sayang itu, bukankah kita tak akan pernah lupa rasanya saat pertama kali kita merasakan jatuh cinta? Semoga saja, semua orang yang menyayangi orang lain, terbalaskanlah rasa sayangnya. Dan semoga, semua orang yang tak terbalaskan rasa sayangnya, tidak pernah berhenti untuk menyayangi orang itu dengan tulus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart… Pursue those." - Michael Nolan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-7103218359018624854?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7103218359018624854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=7103218359018624854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7103218359018624854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7103218359018624854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/hati.html' title='Hati :)'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-1607807447595773586</id><published>2010-05-06T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Loving an imperfect person perfectly</title><content type='html'>Ketika kita berada di tempat pada saat yang tepat, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Itulah kesempatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kita bertemu dengan seseorang yang membuatmu tertarik, Itu bukan pilihan, itu kesempatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertemu dalam suatu peristiwa bukanlah pilihan, Itupun adaah kesempatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita memutuskan untuk mencintai orang tersebut, Bahkan dengan segala kekurangannya, Itu bukan kesempatan, itu adalah pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kita memilih bersama dengan seseorang walaupun apapun yang terjadi, Itu adalah pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan ketika kita menyadari bahwa masih banyak orang lain Yang lebih menarik, lebih pandai, lebih kaya daripada pasanganmu Dan tetap memilih untuk mencintainya, Itulah pilihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan cinta, simpatik, tertarik, Datang bagai kesempatan pada kita. Tetapi cinta sejati yang abadi adalah pilihan. Pilihan yang kita lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbicara tentang pasangan jiwa, Ada suatu kutipan dari film yang Mungkin sangat tepat : "Nasib membawa kita bersama, tetapi tetap bergantung pada kita bagaimana membuat semuanya berhasil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasangan jiwa bisa benar-benar ada. Dan bahkan sangat mungkin ada seseorang yang diciptakan hanya untukmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi tetap berpulang padamu Untuk melakukan pilihan apakah engkau ingin Melakukan sesuatu untuk mendapatkannya, atau tidak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita mungkin kebetulan bertemu pasangan jiwa kita, Tetapi mencintai dan tetap bersama pasangan jiwa kita, Adalah pilihan yang harus kita lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita ada di dunia bukan untuk mencari seseorang yang sempurna untuk dicintai TETAPI untuk belajar mencintai orang yang tidak sempurna dengan cara yang sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Loving imperfect person perfectly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://ladia2.blogspot.com/2005/06/belajar-mencintai-orang-yg-tdk.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-1607807447595773586?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1607807447595773586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=1607807447595773586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1607807447595773586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1607807447595773586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/loving-imperfect-person-perfectly.html' title='Loving an imperfect person perfectly'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6105843889117638984</id><published>2010-05-06T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>cinta oh cinta</title><content type='html'>Cinta ibarat KUPU-KUPU&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Makin kau kejar, makin ia menghindar&lt;br /&gt;tapi bila kau biarkan ia terbang.&lt;br /&gt;ia akan menghampirimu disaat kau tak menduganya.&lt;br /&gt;cinta bisa membahagiakanmu tapi sering pula ia menyakiti.&lt;br /&gt;tapi cinta itu hanya istimewa, apabila kau berikan pada seseorang yang layak menerimanya…….&lt;br /&gt;jadi….tenang tenang saja jangan terburu-buru hingga kau bisa memilih yang terbaik .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;untuk kalian yang ……RAGU - RAGU DENGAN PERNIKAHAN&lt;br /&gt;Cinta bukanlah perkara menjadi "ORANG SEMPURNA"nya seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;justru perkara menemukan seseorang yang bisa membantumu menjadikan dirimu sempurna.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;untuk kalian yang……. TIPE PLAYBOY / PLAYGIRL&lt;br /&gt;Jangan katakan "AKU CINTA PADAMU" bila kau tidak benar-benar peduli padanya.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan bicarakan soal perasaan -perasaan itu bila tidak benar - benar adanya.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan kau Sentuh hidup seseorang bila kau berniat mematahkan hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan menatap kedalam matanya bila kau apa yang kau katakan cuma DUSTA.&lt;br /&gt;Hal terkejam yang bisa dilakukan ialah membuat seseorang jatuh cinta,padahal kau tidak berniat sama sekali untuk menerimannya saat ia terjatuh……&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Untuk kalian yang ……… SUDAH MENIKAH&lt;br /&gt;Kalau Cinta jangan katakan "INI SALAHMU !" tapi maafkan aku ya?&lt;br /&gt;Bukan " KAU DIMANA?! " melainkan "AKU DISINI,KENAPA?"&lt;br /&gt;Bukan "KOK BISA SIH KAU BEGITU ?" tapi "AKU MENGERTI "&lt;br /&gt;Dan bukan "COBA, SEANDAINYA KAU…. " akan tetapi "TERIMA KASIH YA, KAMU BEGITU…."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Untuk kalian yang…… PATAH HATI&lt;br /&gt;Sakit patah hati bertahan selama kau menginginkannya&lt;br /&gt;dan akan mengiris luka sedalam kau membiarkannya.&lt;br /&gt;Tantangannya bukanlah bagaimana bisa mengatasi melainkan apa yang bisa diambil sebagai pelajaran dan Hikmahnya&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Untuk kalian yang…………. BELUM PERNAH JATUH CINTA&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana kalau jatuh cinta : Mau jatuh,jatuhlah tapi jangan sampai terjerumus, tetaplah konsisten tapi jangan terlalu "NGOTOT"&lt;br /&gt;Berbagilah dan jangan sekali - kali tidak Fair.&lt;br /&gt;Berpengertianlah dan cobalah untuk tidak menuntut,&lt;br /&gt;siap - siaplah untuk terluka dan menderita,tapi jangan kau simpan semua rasa sakitmu itu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Untuk kalian yang ……… INGIN MENGUASAI&lt;br /&gt;Hatimu patah melihat yang kau cintai berbahagia dengan oranglain, tapi seharusnya akan lebih sakit mengetahui bahwa yang kau cintai ternyata tidak bahagia bersamamu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Untuk kalian yang……….. TAKUT MENGAKUI&lt;br /&gt;Cinta menyakitkan bila anda putuskan hubungan dengan seseorang. malah lebih sakit lagi bila seseorang memutuskan hubungan denganmu.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi cinta paling menyakitkan bila orang yang kau cintai sama sekali tidak mengetahui perasaanmu terhadapnya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Untuk kalian yang………. MASIH BERTAHAN MENCINTAI SESEORANG YANG SUDAH PERGI&lt;br /&gt;Hal menyedihkan dalam hidup ialah bila kau bertemu seseorang lalu jatuh cinta,hanya kemudian pada akirnya kau menyadari bahwa dia bukanlah jodohmu.&lt;br /&gt;Dan kau telah menyia2 kan bertahun-tahun untuk seseorang yang tidak layak. kalau sekarangpun ia sudah tak layak, 10 tahun dari sekarangpun ia juga tak akan layak.&lt;br /&gt;maka biarkan ia pergi dan lupakan………&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Should you decide to send this to a friend; Thank you, you may have touched their life in ways you will never know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6105843889117638984?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6105843889117638984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6105843889117638984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6105843889117638984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6105843889117638984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/cinta-oh-cinta.html' title='cinta oh cinta'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3218941324197668238</id><published>2010-05-06T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Lessons about Love</title><content type='html'>Hal yang terindah di dunia tidak terlihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapa kita menutup mata ketika kita tidur?&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kita menangis?&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kita membayangkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini karena hal yang terindah di dunia TIDAK TERLIHAT&lt;br /&gt;Kita semua agak aneh … dan hidup sendiri juga agak aneh …&lt;br /&gt;Dan ketika kita menemukan seseorang yang&lt;br /&gt;keunikannya SEJALAN dengan kita …&lt;br /&gt;Kita bergabung dengannya dan jatuh ke dalam keanehan serupa yang&lt;br /&gt;dinamakan CINTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada hal2 yang tidak ingin kita lepaskan …&lt;br /&gt;Orang2 yang tidak ingin kita tinggalkan …&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ingatlah … melepaskan BUKAN akhir&lt;br /&gt;dari dunia… melainkan awal suatu kehidupan baru …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebahagiaan ada untuk mereka yang menangis, mereka yang tersakiti, mereka yang telah mencari … dan mereka yang telah&lt;br /&gt;mencoba …karena MEREKALAH&lt;br /&gt;yang bisa menghargai betapa pentingnya orang&lt;br /&gt;yang telah menyentuh kehidupan mereka …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINTA yang AGUNG?&lt;br /&gt;Adalah ketika kamu menitikkan air mata dan&lt;br /&gt;MASIH peduli terhadapnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah ketika dia tidak mempedulikanmu dan&lt;br /&gt;kamu MASIH menunggunya dengan setia …&lt;br /&gt;Adalah ketika dia mulai mencintai orang lain&lt;br /&gt;dan kamu MASIH bisa tersenyum sembari berkata ‘Aku turut&lt;br /&gt;berbahagia untukmu’ Apabila cinta tidak berhasil … BEBASKAN&lt;br /&gt;dirimu …&lt;br /&gt;Biarkan hatimu kembali melebarkan sayapnya dan terbang ke alam bebas LAGI&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah … bahwa kamu mungkin menemukan cinta dan kehilangannya tapi…ketika cinta itu mati … kamu TIDAK perlu&lt;br /&gt;mati bersamanya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang terkuat BUKAN mereka yang selalu menang …&lt;br /&gt;MELAINKAN mereka yang tetap tegar ketika&lt;br /&gt;mereka jatuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah bagaimana … dalam perjalanan&lt;br /&gt;kehidupan, kamu belajar tentang dirimu sendiri … dan&lt;br /&gt;menyadari bahwa Penyesalan tidak seharusnya ada, yang ada&lt;br /&gt;HANYALAH penghargaan abadi&lt;br /&gt;atas&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan2&lt;br /&gt;kehidupan yang telah kau buat.&lt;br /&gt;TEMAN SEJATI Mengerti ketika kamu&lt;br /&gt;berkata ‘Aku lupa …’&lt;br /&gt;Menunggu selamanya ketika kamu&lt;br /&gt;berkata ‘Tunggu sebentar …’&lt;br /&gt;Tetap tinggal ketika kamu berkata ‘Tinggalkan&lt;br /&gt;aku sendiri…’&lt;br /&gt;Membuka pintu, meski kamu BELUM&lt;br /&gt;mengetuk dan berkata&lt;br /&gt;‘Bolehkah saya masuk?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENCINTAI …&lt;br /&gt;BUKANlah bagaimana kamu melupakan …&lt;br /&gt;melainkan bagaimana kamu&lt;br /&gt;MEMAAFKAN…&lt;br /&gt;BUKANlah bagaimana kamu&lt;br /&gt;mendengarkan …&lt;br /&gt;melainkan bagaimana kamu&lt;br /&gt;MENGERTI…&lt;br /&gt;BUKANlah apa yang kamu lihat … melainkan&lt;br /&gt;apa yang kamu RASAKAN…&lt;br /&gt;BUKANlah bagaimana kamu melepaskan …&lt;br /&gt;melainkan bagaimana kamu&lt;br /&gt;BERTAHAN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih berbahaya mencucurkan air mata dalam hati…dibandingkan&lt;br /&gt;menangis tersedu2&lt;br /&gt;Air mata yang keluar dapat dihapus… sementara air mata yang&lt;br /&gt;tersembunyi menggoreskan luka yang tidak akan pernah&lt;br /&gt;hilang …&lt;br /&gt;Dalam urusan cinta, kita SANGAT JARANG menang ….&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ketika CINTA itu TULUS, meskipun kalah,&lt;br /&gt;kamu TETAP MENANG hanya karena&lt;br /&gt;kamu berbahagia… dapat mencintai seseorang…&lt;br /&gt;LEBIH dari kamu mencintai dirimu sendiri …&lt;br /&gt;Akan tiba saatnya dimana kamu harus berhenti mencintai seseorang&lt;br /&gt;BUKAN&lt;br /&gt;karena orang itu berhenti mencintai kita&lt;br /&gt;MELAINKAN karena kita menyadari bahwa orang itu akan lebih berbahagia apabila kita melepaskannya…&lt;br /&gt;Apabila kamu benar2 mencintai seseorang,&lt;br /&gt;jangan lepaskan dia…&lt;br /&gt;jangan&lt;br /&gt;Percaya bahwa melepaskan SELALU berarti&lt;br /&gt;kamu benar2 mencintai&lt;br /&gt;MELAINKAN BERJUANGLAH demi cintamu&lt;br /&gt;Itulah CINTA SEJATI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lebih baik menunggu orang yang kamu inginkan DARIPADA berjalan&lt;br /&gt;bersama orang yang ‘tersedia;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik menunggu orang yang kamu cintai&lt;br /&gt;DARIPADA orang yang berada disekelilingmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik menunggu orang yang tepat&lt;br /&gt;karena hidup ini terlalu singkat untuk dibuang dengan hanya dengan ’seseorang’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang kala, orang yang kamu cintai adalah orang yang PALING&lt;br /&gt;menyakiti hatimu dan kadang kala, teman yang&lt;br /&gt;membawamu ke dalam pelukannya dan&lt;br /&gt;menangis bersamamu adalah cinta yang tidak&lt;br /&gt;kamu sadari."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3218941324197668238?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3218941324197668238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3218941324197668238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3218941324197668238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3218941324197668238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/lessons-about-love.html' title='Lessons about Love'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4048638016234693585</id><published>2010-05-06T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Cinta Terlarang</title><content type='html'>jawabanCom - Ada 6 jenis hubungan cinta yang memiliki kemungkinan besar&lt;br /&gt;untuk rusak atau gagal. Periksa kisah cinta anda, karena jangan-jangan&lt;br /&gt;kisah&lt;br /&gt;itu termasuk satu diantara "yang terlarang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hubungan yang dimulai dari prinsip bertepuk sebelah tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada seorang pria atau wanita yang tergila-gila pada calon pasangannya sehingga menjadi berlebihan. Telepon lebih dari 3 kali satu hari, memberikan berbagai jenis hadiah dan perhatian. Sebenarnya tidak ada yang salah dari semua itu, jika saja semua itu berjalan dua arah. Yang bermasalah ialah jika hal itu hanya satu arah saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada akhirnya, hubungan ini akan berkembang menjadi hubungan yang tidak sehat, karena salah satu pihak mencintai pihak lainnya dengan kadar yang lebih tinggi dan tidak seimbang. Padahal dalam hubungan yang sehat, harus terdapat equality atau persamaan. Hubungan ini juga dapat menjadi "asas manfaat". Maksudnya, pihak yang merasa sebagai ‘objek cinta’ bisa mengambil keuntungan dan memanfaatkan subjeknya. Hubungan ini bisa juga didasarkan oleh rasa kasihan yang efeknya jelas tidak baik di masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hubungan yang dimulai karena sebuah ‘fantasi’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didalam proses hidup, kadang ada saat-saat dimana seseorang berada dalam masa ‘fantasi’. Contohnya, ditengah kesibukan bekerja, seorang pria berlibur kesatu daerah tertentu dan bertemu dengan seorang wanita yang juga sedang berlibur di daerah itu. Dalam keadaan ini, jika kedua orang itu saling tertarik, maka mereka cenderung menjalin hubungan asmara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah yang disebut hubungan ‘fantasi’. Keduanya sedang diluar&lt;br /&gt;rutinitas mereka dan terjebak bersama dalam suasana santai yang sifatnya hanya ’sementara’. Cepat atau lambat ketika mereka kembali ke rutinitas kerja atau ke tengah keadaan yang ‘nyata’, mereka seperti ‘tercelik kembali’. Dan ketika itu terjadi, hubungan ‘fantasi’ itu bisa cepat buyar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hubungan yang dimulai karena sebuah pemberontakan terhadap keluarga atau orang tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya, seorang pria yang memilih wanita dengan kriteria yang tidak disukai oleh ibunya, karena ada kemarahan atau dendam tertentu yang disimpan si anak terhadap sang ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si anak sendiri mungkin tidak terlalu cocok dengan pasangan pilihannya, Tapi ia memaksa untuk ‘bertahan’ agar orangtuanya merasa jengkel. Hubungan seperti ini banyak terjadi di masyarakat kita. Pada akhirnya, hubungan yang sudah pasti tidak mendapat restu ini dapat berakhir dengan kekecewaan dan penuh kepahitan karena berbagai masalah, yang terkecil sekalipun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hubungan yang dimulai dalam keadaan emosi yang masih terluka akibat patah hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada tipe orang yang sesegera mungkin mencari tambatan hati baru,&lt;br /&gt;sehabis patah hati. Entah ia menggunakan orang baru sekedar untuk mengalihkan perhatiannya, untuk melampiaskan semua kesedihan dan kekecewaannya, atau bahkan untuk berniat balas dendam. Dan semuanya itu bisa terjadi tanpa disadari oleh orang tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya, mungkin saja ia bisa tulus mengasihi kekasih barunya. Tapi kebanyakan orang yang patah hati masih membawa-bawa pengalaman pahitnya di masa lalu. Intinya, jangan memaksakan diri untuk membangun hubungan serius dengan orang yang baru patah hati. Kalau memang hati sudah keburu tertambat padanya, sebaiknya tunggu sampai beberapa waktu sampai si dia benar-benar siap lahir batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hubungan yang timbul dari rasa kekaguman berlebihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya, seorang wanita yang berpacaran dengan seorang pria yang adalah role model atau tokoh idolanya. Ini juga awal dari hubungan yang tidak sehat. Seseorang yang mengagumi pasangannya secara berlebihan biasanya sudah memiliki ekspektasi atau harapan berlebihan terhadap pasangannya. Ada satu gambaran kesempurnaan terhadap pasangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan pada kenyataannya, tidak ada satu manusiapun yang sempurna!&lt;br /&gt;Sang idola bisa saja membuat kesalahan yang akan mengecewakan pasangannya.&lt;br /&gt;Dan ini bisa membuat hubungan tersebut retak pelan-pelan atau bahkan langsung hancur berantakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hubungan yang dimulai sebagai hasil dari satu perselingkuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belakangan, banyak orang yang terjerat dengan masalah yang satu ini. Jatuh cinta dengan seseorang yang sudah punya pasangan memang menjadi tantangan tersendiri bagi sebagian orang. Padahal permainan berbahaya ini sangat merugikan dan benar-benar salah! Didalamnya, biasanya terdapat luka dan kepahitan, kebohongan, dan pengkhianatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan orang yang pernah memutuskan untuk terlibat perselingkuhan biasanya akan mengulangi perbuatannya terhadap pasangan barunya. Si penggoda yang merebut pasangan orang lain juga akan diliputi perasaan bersalah dan beresiko menjadi korban pengkhianatan pasangannya, kurang lebih seperti hukum tabur tuai. Karena itu, berhentilah bermain api, dan carilah pasangan yang&lt;br /&gt;masih available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan mengetahui kemungkinan-kemungkinan tersebut, mari memulai hubungan dengan cara yang aman dan benar didasarkan oleh kasih yang murni.&lt;br /&gt;Setuju?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4048638016234693585?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4048638016234693585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4048638016234693585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4048638016234693585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4048638016234693585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/cinta-terlarang.html' title='Cinta Terlarang'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-560818495031785929</id><published>2010-05-06T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>1 kesempatan</title><content type='html'>",…papa baca keras-keras ya pa, supaya Jessica bisa denger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu malam Budi, seorang eksekutif sukses, seperti biasanya sibuk memperhatikan berkas-berkas pekerjaan kantor yang dibawanya pulang ke rumah, karena keesokan harinya ada rapat umum yang sangat penting dengan para pemegang saham. Ketika ia sedang asyik menyeleksi dokumen kantor tersebut, Putrinya Jessica datang mendekatinya, berdiri tepat disampingnya, sambil memegang buku cerita baru. Buku itu bergambar seorang peri kecil&lt;br /&gt;yang imut, sangat menarik perhatian Jessica, "Pa liat"! Jessica berusaha menarik perhatian ayahnya. Budi menengok ke arahnya, sambil menurunkan kaca matanya, kalimat yang keluar hanyalah kalimat basa-basi "Wah,? Buku Baru ya Jes?", " Ya papa" Jessica berseri-seri karena merasa ada tanggapan dari&lt;br /&gt;ayahnya. "Baca in jessi dong pa" pinta Jessica lembut, "Wah papa sedang sibuk sekali, jangan sekarang deh" sanggah budi dengan cepat. Lalu ia segera mengalihkan perhatiannya pada kertas-kertas yang berserakkan didepannya, dengan serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,…papa baca keras-keras ya pa, supaya Jessica bisa denger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica bengong sejenak, namun ia belum menyerah. Dengan suara lembut dan sedikit manja ia kembali merayu "pa, mama bilang papa mau baca untuk jessi" Budi mulai agak kesal, " Jes papa sibuk, sekarang Jessi suruh mama baca ya&lt;br /&gt;" " pa, mama cibuk, terus , papa liat gambarnya lucu-lucu", " Lain kali&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, sana ! papa lagi banyak kerjaan" Budi berusaha memusatkan&lt;br /&gt;perhatiannya pada lembar-lembar kertas tadi, menit demi menit berlalu, Jessica menarik nafas panjang dan  tetap disitu, berdiri ditempatnya penuh harap, dan tiba-tiba ia mulai lagi. "pa,.. gambarnya bagus, papa pasti suka", "Jessica, PAPA BILANG, LAIN KALI !! " kata Budi membentaknya dengan keras, Kali ini Budi berhasil, semangat Jessica kecil terkulai, hampir&lt;br /&gt;menangis, matanya berkaca-kaca dan ia bergeser menjauhi ayahnya " Iya pa,? lain kali ya pa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia masih sempat mendekati ayahnya dan sambil menyentuh lembut tangan ayahnya ia menaruh buku cerita di pangkuan sang Ayah. "pa kalau papa ada waktu, papa baca keras-keras ya pa, supaya Jessica bisa denger" Hari demi hari telah berlalu, tanpa terasa dua pekan telah berlalu namun permintaan Jessica kecil tidak pernah terpenuhi, Buku cerita Peri imut, belum pernah&lt;br /&gt;dibacakan bagi dirinya,?Hingga suatu sore terdengar suara hentakan keras&lt;br /&gt;"Buukk !!" beberapa tetangga melaporkan dengan histeris bahwa Jessica kecil terlindas kendaraan seorang pemuda mabok yang melajukan kendaraannya dengan kencang didepan rumah Budi. Tubuh Jessica mungil terhentak beberapa meter,&lt;br /&gt;dalam keadaan yang begitu panik ambulance didatangkan secepatnya, selama perjalanan menuju rumah sakit, Jessica kecil sempat berkata dengan begitu lirih "Jessi takut pa, jessi takut ma, Jessi sayang papa mama "  darah segar terus keluar dari mulutnya hingga ia tidak tertolong lagi ketika sesampainya di rumah sakit terdekat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian hari itu begitu mengguncangkan  hati nurani Budi, Tidak ada lagi waktu tersisa untuk memenuhi sebuah janji. Kini yang ada hanyalah penyesalan, Permintaan sang buah hati yang sangat sederhana,.. pun tidak terpenuhi. Masih segar terbayang dalam ingatan budi tangan mungil anaknya yang memohon kepadanya untuk membacakan sebuah cerita, kini sentuhan itu&lt;br /&gt;terasa sangat berarti sekali, ",…papa baca keras-keras ya pa, supaya&lt;br /&gt;Jessica bisa denger" kata-kata jessi terngiang-ngiang kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore itu setelah segalanya telah berlalu, yang tersisa hanya keheningan dan kesunyian hati, canda dan riang Jessica kecil tidak akan terdengar lagi, Budi mulai membuka buku cerita peri imut yang diambilnya perlahan dari onggokan mainan Jessica di pojok ruangan. Bukunya sudah tidak baru lagi, sampulnya sudah usang dan koyak. Beberapa coretan tak berbentuk menghiasi&lt;br /&gt;lembar-lembar halamannya seperti sebuah kenangan indah dari Jessica kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Budi menguatkan hati, dengan mata yang berkaca-kaca ia membuka halaman pertama dan membacanya dengan sura keras, tampak sekali ia berusaha membacanya dengan keras, Ia terus membacanya dengan keras-keras halaman demi halaman, dengan berlinang air mata. "Jessi dengar papa baca ya" selang beberapa kata,?.hatinya memohon,?lagi  "Jessi papa mohon ampun nak" " papa&lt;br /&gt;sayang Jessi" Seakan setiap kata dalam bacaan itu begitu menggores lubuk hatinya, tak kuasa menahan itu Budi bersujut dan menagis,..memohon satu&lt;br /&gt;kesempatan lagi untuk mencintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah Kesempatan untuk memberi perhatian kepada orang-orang yang kita cintai itu sangat berharga ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  DO IT NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berilah "PERHATIAN TERBAIK" bagi mereka yang kita cintai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAKUKAN SEKARANG !! KARENA HANYA ADA SATU KESEMPATAN UNTUK MEMPERHATIKAN DENGAN HATI KITA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-560818495031785929?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/560818495031785929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=560818495031785929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/560818495031785929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/560818495031785929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-kesempatan.html' title='1 kesempatan'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5041038648696271706</id><published>2010-05-06T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Something to ponder...</title><content type='html'>Jika kamu memancing ikan….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah ikan itu terlekat di mata kail, hendaklah kamu mengambil ikan itu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah sesekali kamu LEPASKAN ia semula ke dalam air begitu saja….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena ia akan SAKIT oleh karena bisanya ketajaman mata kailmu dan mungkin ia akan MENDERITA selagi ia masih hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah juga ………Setelah kamu memberi banyak PENGHARAPAN kepada seseorang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah ia mulai MENYAYANGIMU hendaklah kamu MENJAGA hatinya….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah sesekali kamu meninggalkannya begitu saja….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena dia akan TERLUKA oleh kenangan bersamamu dan mungkin TIDAK dapat MELUPAKAN segalanya selagi dia mengingatmu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu menadah air biarlah berpada, jangan terlalu mengharap pada takungannya dan janganlah menganggap ia begitu teguh…. cukuplah sekadar keperluanmu…. Apabila sekali ia retak…. tentu sukar untuk kamu menambalnya semula…. Akhirnya ia dibuang…. Sedangkan jika kamu coba memperbaikinya mungkin ia masih dapat dipergunakan lagi…. Begitu juga jika kamu memiliki seseorang, TERIMALAH seadanya….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kamu terlalu mengaguminya dan janganlah kamu menganggapnya begitu istimewa….Anggaplah dia manusia biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila sekali dia melakukan KESILAPAN bukan mudah bagi kamu untuk menerimanya…. akhirnya kamu KECEWA dan meninggalkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan jika kamu MEMAAFKANNYA boleh jadi hubungan kamu akan TERUS hingga ke akhirnya…. Jika kamu telah memiliki sepinggan nasi… yang kamu pasti baik untuk dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenyangkan. Berkhasiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kamu berlengah, coba mencari makanan yang lain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu ingin mengejar kelezatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelak, nasi itu akan basi dan kamu tidak boleh memakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu akan menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga jika kamu telah bertemu dengan seorang insan….. yang pasti membawa KEBAIKAN kepada dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyayangimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengasihimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kamu berlengah, coba MEMBANDINGKANNYA dengan yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu mengejar kesempurnaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelak, kamu akan KEHILANGANNYA apabila dia menjadi milik orang lain Kamu juga yang akan MENYESAL….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5041038648696271706?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5041038648696271706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5041038648696271706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5041038648696271706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5041038648696271706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-to-ponder.html' title='Something to ponder...'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-8583860643790068190</id><published>2010-05-06T10:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Install program cinta kasih</title><content type='html'>Customer Service (CS) : Ya, ada yang bisa saya bantu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelanggan (P) : Baik, setelah saya pertimbangkan, saya ingin menginstall cinta kasih. Bisakah anda memandu saya menyelesaikan prosesnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Ya, saya dapat membantu anda. Anda melakukannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Baik, saya tidak mengerti secara teknis, tetapi saya siap untuk menginstalnya sekarang. Apa yang harus saya lakukan dahulu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Langkah pertama adalah membuka HATI anda. Tahukan anda di mana HATI anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Ya, tapi ada banyak program yang sedang aktif.Apakah saya tetap bisa menginstalnya sementara program-program tersebut aktif?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Program apa saja yang sedang aktif?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Sebentar, saya lihat dulu, Program yang sedang aktif adalah SAKITHATI.EXE, MINDER.EXE, DENDAM.EXE dan BENCI.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Tidak apa-apa. CINTA-KASIH akan menghapus SAKITHATI.EXE dari system operasi Anda. Program tersebut akan tetap ada dalam memori anda, tetapi tidak lama karena akan tertimpa program lain. CINTA-KASIH akan menimpa MINDER.EXE dengan modul yang disebut PERCAYADIRI.EXE. Tetapi anda harus mematikan BENCI.COM dan DENDAM.EXE. Program tersebut akan menyebabkan CINTA-KASIH tidak terinstal secara sempurna. Dapatkah anda mematikannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Saya tidak tahu cara mematikannya. Dapatkah anda memandu saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Dengan senang hati. Gunakan Start menu dan aktifkan MEMAAFKAN.EXE. Aktifkan program ini sesering mungkin sampai BENCI.COM dan DENDAM.EXE terhapus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : OK, sudah. CINTA-KASIH mulai terinstal secara otomatis. Apakah ini wajar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Ya, anda akan menerima pesan bahwa CINTA-KASIH akan terus diinstal kembali dalam HATI anda. Apakah anda melihat pesan tersebut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Ya. Apakah sudah selesai terinstal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Ya, tapi ingat bahwa anda hanya punya program dasarnya saja. Anda perlu mulai menghubungkan HATI yang lain agar untuk mengupgradenya,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Oops. Saya mendapat pesan error. Apa yang harus saya lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Apa pesannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : "ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENT". apa artinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Jangan kuatir, itu masalah biasa. Artinya, program CINTA-KASIH diset untuk aktif di HATI eksternal tetapi belum bisa aktif dalam HATI internal anda. Ini adalah salah satu kerumitan pemrograman, tetapi dalam istilah non-teknis ini berarti anda harus men-"CINTA-KASIH"-i mesin anda sendiri sebelum men-"CINTA-KASIH"-i orang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Lalu apa yang harus saya lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Dapatkan anda klik pulldown direktori yang disebut "PASRAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Ya, sudah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Bagus. Pilih file-file berikut dan salin ke direktori "MYHEART" MEMAAFKAN-DIRI- SENDIRI.DOC, dan MENYADARI-KEKURANGAN.TXT. sistem akan menimpa file-file konflik dan mulai&lt;br /&gt;memperbaiki program-program yang salah. Anda juga perlu mengosongkan Recycle Bin untuk memastikan program-program yang salah tidak muncul kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Sudah. Hei! HATI saya terisi file-file baru. SENYUM.MPG aktif di monitor saya dan menandakan bahwa DAMAI.EXE dan KEPUASAN.COM dikopi ke HATI. Apakah ini wajar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Ya! dan kadang orang lain mungkin perlu waktu lebih lama untuk mendownloadnya. Jadi CINTA-KASIH telah terinstal dan aktif. Anda harus bisa menanganinya dari sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : Ada satu lagi hal yang penting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS : CINTA-KASIH adalah freeware. Pastikan untuk memberikannya kepada orang lain yang anda temui. Mereka akan share ke orang lain dan seterusnya sampai anda akan menerimanya kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Treat other people the way you want to be treated."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-8583860643790068190?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8583860643790068190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=8583860643790068190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8583860643790068190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8583860643790068190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/install-program-cinta-kasih.html' title='Install program cinta kasih'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6742410711604305079</id><published>2010-05-06T10:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Learn from this!</title><content type='html'>1. Jangan tertarik kepada seseorang karena parasnya, sebab keelokan paras dapat menyesatkan. Jangan pula tertarik kepada kekayaannya karena kekayaan dapat musnah. Tertariklah kepada seseorang yang dapat membuatmu tersenyum, karena hanya senyum yang dapat membuat hari-hari yang gelap menjadi cerah. Semoga kamu menemukan orang seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ada saat-saat dalam hidup ketika kamu sangat merindukan seseorang sehingga ingin hati menjemputnya dari alam mimpi dan memeluknya dalam alam nyata. Semoga kamu memimpikan orang seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bermimpilah tentang apa yang ingin kamu impikan, pergilah ke tempat-tempat kamu ingin pergi. Jadilah seperti yang kamu inginkan, karena kamu hanya memiliki satu kehidupan dan satu kesempatan untuk melakukan hal-hal yang ingin kamu lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Semoga kamu mendapatkan kebahagiaan yang cukup untuk membuatmu baik hati, cobaan yang cukup untuk membuatmu kuat, kesedihan yang cukup untuk membuatmu manusiawi, pengharapan yang cukup untuk membuatmu bahagia dan uang yang cukup untuk membeli hadiah-hadiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ketika satu pintu kebahagiaan tertutup, pintu yang lain dibukakan. Tetapi acap kali kita terpaku terlalu lama pada pintu yang tertutup sehingga tidak melihat pintu lain yang dibukakan bagi kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sahabat terbaik adalah dia yang dapat duduk berayun-ayun di beranda bersamamu, tanpa mengucapkan sepatah katapun, dan kemudian kami meninggalkannya dengan perasaan telah bercakap-cakap lama dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sungguh benar bahwa kita tidak tahu apa yang kita miliki sampai kita kehilangannya, tetapi sungguh benar pula bahwa kita tidak tahu apa yang belum pernah kita miliki sampai kita mendapatkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pandanglah segala sesuatu dari kacamata orang lain. Apabila hal itu menyakitkan hatimu, sangat mungkin hal itu menyakitkan hari orang lain pula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kata-kata yang diucapkan sembarangan dapat menyulut perselisihan. Kata-kata yang kejam dapat menghancurkan suatu kehidupan. Kata-kata yang diucapkan pada tempatnya dapat meredakan ketegangan. Kata-kata yang penuh cinta dapat menyembuhkan dan memberkahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Awal dari cinta adalah membiarkan orang yang kita cintai menjadi dirinya sendiri, dan tidak merubahnya menjadi gambaran yang kita inginkan. Jika tidak, kita hanya mencintai pantulan diri sendiri yang kita temukan di dalam dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Orang-orang yang paling berbahagia tidak selalu memiliki hal-hal terbaik, mereka hanya berusaha menjadikan yang terbaik dari setiap hal&lt;br /&gt;yang hadir dalam hidupnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Mungkin Tuhan menginginkan kita bertemu dengan beberapa orang yang salah sebelum bertemu dengan orang yang tepat, kita harus mengerti bagaimana berterimakasih atas karunia itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hanya diperlukan waktu semenit untuk menaksir seseorang, sejam untuk menyukai seseorang dan sehari untuk mencintai seseorang, tetapi diperlukan waktu seumur hidup untuk melupakan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Kebahagiaan tersedia bagi mereka yang menangis, mereka yang disakiti hatinya, mereka yang mencari dan mereka yang mencoba. Karena hanya mereka itulah yang menghargai pentingnya orang-orang yang pernah hadir dalam hidup mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cinta adalah jika kamu kehilangan rasa, gairah, romantika dan masih tetap perduli padanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Hal yang menyedihkan dalam hidup adalah ketika kamu bertemu seseorang yang sangat berarti bagimu dan mendapati pada akhirnya bahwa tidak demikian adanya dan kamu harus melepaskannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Cinta dimulai dengan sebuah senyuman, bertumbuh dengan sebuah ciuman dan berakhir dengan tetesan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Cinta datang kepada mereka yang masih berharap sekalipun pernah dikecewakan, kepada mereka yang masih percaya sekalipun pernah dikhianati, kepada mereka yang masih mencintai sekalipun pernah disakiti hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sungguh menyakitkan mencintai seseorang yang tidak mencintaimu, tetapi lebih menyakitkan adalah mencintai seseorang dan tidak pernah memiliki keberanian untuk mengutarakan cintamu kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Jangan pernah mengucapkan selamat tinggal jika kamu masih mau mencoba, jangan pernah menyerah jika kamu masih merasa sanggup, jangan pernah mengatakan kamu tidak mencintainya lagi jika kamu masih tidak dapat melupakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Memberikan seluruh cintamu kepada seseorang bukanlah jaminan dia akan membalas cintamu. Jangan mengharapkan balasan cinta, tunggulah sampai cinta berkembang di hatinya, tetapi jika tidak, berbahagialah karena cinta tumbuh di hatimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Ada hal-hal yang sangat ingin kamu dengar tetapi tidak akan pernah kamu dengar dari orang yang kamu harapkan untuk mengatakannya. Namun demikian, janganlah menulikan telinga untuk mendengar dari orang yang mengatakannya dengan sepenuh hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Waktu kamu lahir, kamu menangis dan orang-orang di sekelilingmu tersenyum. Jalanilah hidupmu sehingga pada waktu kamu meninggal, kamu tersenyum dan orang-orang di sekelilingmu menangis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6742410711604305079?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6742410711604305079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6742410711604305079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6742410711604305079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6742410711604305079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/learn-from-this.html' title='Learn from this!'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3837772013235514414</id><published>2010-05-06T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Resep Cinta</title><content type='html'>BAHAN:                                                    &lt;br /&gt;1 pria sehat,                                             &lt;br /&gt;1 wanita sehat,                                          &lt;br /&gt;100% Komitmen,                                             &lt;br /&gt;2 pasang restu orang tua,                                 &lt;br /&gt;1 botol kasih sayang murni.                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMBU:                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 balok besar humor,                                       &lt;br /&gt;25 gr rekreasi,                                          &lt;br /&gt;1 bungkus doa,                                             &lt;br /&gt;2 sendok teh telpon-telponan,                            &lt;br /&gt;Semuanya diaduk hingga merata dan mengembang.                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS:                                                    &lt;br /&gt;- Pilih pria atau wanita yang benar-benar matang dan seimbang.                                              &lt;br /&gt;- Jangan yang satu terlalu tua dan yang lainnya terlalu muda karena dapat mempengaruhi kelezatan (sebaiknya dibeli di toserba bernama TEMPAT IBADAH, walaupun agak jual mahal tapi mutunya terjamin.      &lt;br /&gt;- Jangan beli di pasar yang bernama DISKOTIK atau PARTY karena walaupun modelnya bagus dan harum baunya tapi kadang menipu konsumen atau kadang menggunakan zat pewarna yg bisa merusak kesehatan.                                                &lt;br /&gt;- Gunakan Kasih sayang cap"IMAN, HARAP &amp; KASIH"  yang telah mendapatkan penghargaan ISO dari Departemen Kesehatan dan Kerohanian.                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;CARA MEMASAK:                                             &lt;br /&gt;- Pria dan Wanita dicuci bersih, buang semua masa lalunya sehingga tersisa niat yang murni.&lt;br /&gt;- Siapkan loyang yang telah diolesi dengan komitmen dan restu&lt;br /&gt;orang tua secara merata.               &lt;br /&gt;- Masukkan niat yang murni ke dalam loyang dan panggang&lt;br /&gt;dengan api cinta, merata sekitar 30 menit di depan penghulu atau&lt;br /&gt;pendeta                            &lt;br /&gt;- Biarkan di dalam loyang tadi dan sirami dengan semua bumbu&lt;br /&gt;di atas.                                       &lt;br /&gt;- Kue siap dinikmati.                                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;CATATAN:                                                   &lt;br /&gt;Kue ini dapat dinikmati oleh pembuatnya seumur hidup dan paling enak dinikmati dalam keadaan kasih yang hangat. Tapi kalau sudah agak dingin, tambahkan lagi humor segar secukupnya, rekreasi sesuai selera, serta beberapa potong doa. Kemudian dihangatkan lagi di oven bermerek "Tempat Ibadah" diatas api cinta. Setelah mulai hangat, jangan lupa telepon-teleponan bila berjauhan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3837772013235514414?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3837772013235514414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3837772013235514414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3837772013235514414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3837772013235514414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/resep-cinta.html' title='Resep Cinta'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3281463373303616639</id><published>2010-05-06T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Orang yg mencintai kamu</title><content type='html'>Dah sering banget baca… tp bagus jadi post lagi deh :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Orang yang mencintai kamu tdk pernah bisa memberikan alasan kenapa ia mencintai kamu yang ia tahu di matanya hanya ada kamu satu2nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Kalau kamu sudah memiliki pacar atau kekasih ia tidak perduli, buat dia yang penting kamu bahagia dan kamu tetap impiannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu menerima kamu apa adanya, dimatanya kamu selalu yang tercantik walaupun mungkin kamu merasa berat badan kamu sudah berlebihan atau kamu merasa kegemukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu ingin tahu tentang apa saja yang kamu lalui sepanjang hari ini, ia ingin tahu kegiatan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Orang yang mencintai kamu akan mengirimkan sms seperti "slmt pagi", "slmt hari minggu", "selamat tidur" walaupun kamu tidak membalas pesannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Kalau kamu berulang tahun dan kamu tidak mengundangnya setidaknya ia akan menelpon utk mengucapkan selamat atau mengirim pesan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Orang yang mencintai kamu akan selalu mengingat setiap kejadian yang ia lalui bersama kamu, bahkan mungkin kejadian yang kamu sendiri sudah lupa setiap detailnya karena, saat itu ialah sesuatu yang berharga untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu mengingat tiap kata2 yang kamu ucapkan bahkan mungkin kata2 yang kamu sendiri lupa pernah mengatakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Orang yang mencintai kamu akan belajar menyukai lagu-lagu kesukaanmu, bahkan mungkin meminjam CD/cassette kamu, karena ia ingin tahu kesukaanmu, kesukaanmu kesukaannya juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Kalau terakhir kali kalian bertemu kamu sedang sakit mungkin flu, terkilir, atau sakit gigi, beberapa hari kemudian ia akan mengirim sms dan&lt;br /&gt;menanyakan keadaanmu. karena ia mengkhawatirkanmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Kalau kamu bilang akan menghadapi ujian ia akan menanyakan kapan ujian itu, dan saat harinya tiba ia akan mengirimkan sms "good luck" untuk menyemangati kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Orang yang mencintai kamu akan memberikan suatu barang miliknya yang mungkin buat kamu itu ialah sesuatu yang biasa , tetapi itu ialah suatu barang yang istimewa buat dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Orang yang mencintai kamu akan terdiam sesaat,saat sedang berbicara ditelpon dengan kamu,sehingga kamu menjadi bingung, saat itu dia merasa sangat gugup karena kamu telah mengguncang dunianya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu ingin berada di dekatmu dan ingin menghabiskan hari2nya denganmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Jika suatu saat kamu harus pindah ke kota lain untuk waktu yang lain ia akan memberikan nasihat supaya kamu waspada dengan lingkungan yang bisa membawa pengaruh buruk bagimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Orang yang mencintai kamu bertindak lebih seperti saudara daripada seperti seorang kekasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Orang yang mencintai kamu sering melakukan hal-hal yang konyol seperti menelponmu 100 kali dalam sehari, atau membangunkanmu ditengah malam,karena ia mengirim sms atau menelponmu. karena ia saat itu ia sedang memikirkan kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Orang yang mencintai kamu kadang merindukanmu dan melakukan hal2 yg membuat kamu jengkel atau gila, saat kamu bilang tindakannya membuatmu terganggu ia akan minta maaf dan tak akan melakukannya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Jika kamu memintanya untuk mengajarimu sesuatu maka ia akan mengajarimu dgn sabar walaupun kamu mungkin orang yang terbodoh di&lt;br /&gt;dunia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Kalau kamu melihat handphone-nya maka namamu akan menghiasi sebagian besar "INBOX"nya.Ya ia masih menyimpan pesan dari kamu walaupun pesan itu sudah kamu kirim sejak berbulan2x bahkan bertahun2x yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Dan jika kamu menghindarinya atau memberi reaksi penolakan, ia akan menyadarinya dan menghilang dari kehidupanmu, walaupun hal itu&lt;br /&gt;membunuh hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Jika suatu saat kamu merindukannya dan ingin memberinya kesempatan ia akan ada di sana menunggumu karena ia tak pernah mencari orang lain. Ya… ia selalu menunggumu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakah org yg memperlakukan kamu dgn cara2 seperti di atas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada, jgn pernah sia-siakan org tsb… kmu akan menyesal melakukannya karena ia hanya akan datang sekali ke hidupmu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3281463373303616639?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3281463373303616639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3281463373303616639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3281463373303616639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3281463373303616639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/orang-yg-mencintai-kamu.html' title='Orang yg mencintai kamu'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-384675930062393081</id><published>2010-05-06T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:01.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Ibu</title><content type='html'>Ibu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah tulisan yang sangat indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacalah dengan lambat, cernalah setiap kata dan nikmati lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tergesa. Ini adalah harta karun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang beruntung masih mempunyai ibu, ini indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang sudah tidak punya, ini lebih indah lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi para ibu, kamu akan mencintainya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang ibu muda, melangkahkan kakinya di jalan kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Apakah jalannya jauh?’ tanyanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemandunya menjawab: ’Ya, dan jalannya berat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu akan jadi tua sebelum mencapai akhir perjalanan ini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi akhirnya lebih bagus dari pada awalnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi ibu muda itu sedang bahagia. Ia tidak percaya bahwa akan ada yang lebih baik. Dari pada tahun-tahun ini. Karena itu dia main dengan anak-anaknya, mengumpulkan bunga-bunga untuk mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang jalan dan memandikan mereka di aliran sungai yang jernih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mata hari bersinar atas mereka. Dan ibu muda itu berseru:&lt;br /&gt;‘Tak ada yang bisa lebih indah daripada ini.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu malam tiba bersama badai.&lt;br /&gt;Jalannya gelap, anak-anak gemetar ketakutan dan ketakutan.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu itu memeluk mereka dan menyelimuti mereka dengan mantolnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak itu berkata: ’Ibu, kami tidak takut, karena ibu ada dekat.&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada yang dapat menyakiti kami.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan fajar menjelang. Ada bukit menjulang di depan mereka. Anak-anak memanjat dan menjadi lelah. Ibunya juga lelah. Tetapi ia terus berkata kepada anak-anaknya:&lt;br /&gt;’Sabar sedikit lagi, kita hampir sampai.’ Demikianlah anak-anak itu memanjat terus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat sampai di puncak, mereka berkata: ’Ibu, kami tak mungkin melakukannya tanpa ibu.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sang ibu, saat ia berbaring malam hari dan menatap bintang-bintang, berkata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Hari ini lebih baik dari pada yang lalu. Karena anak-anakku sudah belajar daya tahan. Menghadapi beban hidup. Kemarin malam aku memberi mereka keberanian. Hari ini saya. Memberi mereka kekuatan.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokan harinya, ada awan aneh yang menggelapkan bumi. Awan perang, kebencian dan kejahatan. Anak-anak itu meraba-raba dan tersandung-sandung dalam gelap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibunya berkata: ‘Lihat keatas. Arahkan matamu kepada sinar.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak menengadah dan melihat diatas awan-awan ada kemuliaan abadi&lt;br /&gt;Yang menuntun mereka melalui kegelapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan malam harinya ibu itu berkata: ’Ini hari yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;Karena saya sudah memperlihatkan Allah kepada anak-anakku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari berganti minggu, bulan, dan tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu itu menjadi tua, dia kecil dan bungkuk.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi anak-anaknya tinggi dan kuat dan berjalan dengan gagah berani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat jalannya sulit, mereka membopongnya; karena ia seringan bulu.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya mereka sampai ke sebuah bukit. Dan di kejauhan mereka melihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah jalan yang bersinar dan pintu gerbang emas terbuka lebar.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu berkata: ’Saya sudah sampai pada akhir perjalananku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sekarang saya tahu, akhir ini lebih baik dari pada awalnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena anak-anakku dapat berjalan sendiri dan&lt;br /&gt;anak-anak mereka ada di belakang mereka.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan anak-anaknya menjawab: ”Ibu selalu akan berjalan bersama kami…&lt;br /&gt;Meski ibu sudah pergi melewati pintu gerbang itu.’&lt;br /&gt;Mereka berdiri, melihat ibu mereka berjalan sendiri…&lt;br /&gt;dan pintu gerbang itu menutup sesudah ia lewat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mereka berkata: ”Kita tak dapat melihat ibu lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi dia masih bersama kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu seperti ibu kita, lebih dari sekedar kenangan.&lt;br /&gt;Ia senantiasa hadir dan hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibumu selalu bersamamu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia adalah bisikan daun saat kau berjalan di jalan&lt;br /&gt;Ia adalah bau pengharum di kaus kakimu yang baru dicuci&lt;br /&gt;Dialah tangan sejuk di keningmu saat engkau sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibumu hidup dalam tawa candamu.&lt;br /&gt;Ia terkristal dalam tiap tetes air mata.&lt;br /&gt;Dia lah tempat engkau datang, dia rumah pertamamu.&lt;br /&gt;Dia adalah peta yang kau ikuti pada tiap langkahmu&lt;br /&gt;Ia adalah cinta pertama dan patah hati pertamamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada di dunia yang dapat memisahkan kalian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak waktu, ruang, bahkan tidak juga kematian!&lt;br /&gt;Teruskan pada semua ibu dan anak-anak yang kau kenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita tidak pernah mengandaikan begitu saja ibu kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teruskan juga pada para laki-laki…. Karena mereka juga punya ibu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-384675930062393081?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/384675930062393081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=384675930062393081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/384675930062393081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/384675930062393081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/ibu.html' title='Ibu'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3104007797665457628</id><published>2010-05-05T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:05:59.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahukah kita?</title><content type='html'>Kita lahir dengan dua mata di depan wajah kita, karena kita tidak boleh selalu melihat ke belakang. Tapi pandanglah semua itu ke depan, pandanglah masa depan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita dilahirkan dengan 2 buah telinga di kanan dan di kiri, supaya kita bisa mendengarkan semuanya dari dua buah sisi. Untuk bisa mengumpulkan pujian dan kritik dan menyeleksi mana yang benar dan mana yang salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita lahir dengan otak di dalam tengkorak kepala kita. Sehingga tidak peduli semiskin apapun kita, kita tetap kaya. Karena tidak akan ada satu orang pun yang bisa mencuri otak kita, pikiran kita dan ide kita. Dan apa yang anda pikirkan dalam otak anda jauh lebih berharga dari pada emas dan perhiasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita lahir dengan 2 mata dan 2 telinga, tapi kita hanya diberi 1 buah mulut. Karena mulut adalah senjata yang sangat tajam, mulut bisa menyakiti, bisa membunuh, bisa menggoda, dan banyak hal lainnya yang tidak menyenangkan. Sehingga ingatlah bicara sesedikit mungkin tapi lihat dan dengarlah sebanyak-banyaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita lahir hanya dengan 1 hati jauh di dalam tulang iga kita. Mengingatkan kita pada penghargaan dan pemberian cinta diharapkan berasal dari hati kita yang paling dalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belajar untuk mencintai dan menikmati betapa kita dicintai tapi jangan pernah mengharapkan orang lain untuk mencintai kita seperti kita mencintai dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berilah cinta tanpa meminta balasan dan kita akan menemukan cinta yang jauh lebih indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : http://ladia2.blogspot.com/2006/08/tahukah-kita.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blognya c huey :D Hehehe….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3104007797665457628?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3104007797665457628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3104007797665457628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3104007797665457628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3104007797665457628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/tahukah-kita.html' title='Tahukah kita?'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-779390359300804271</id><published>2010-05-05T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:05:32.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Wonders of the World</title><content type='html'>A group of students were asked to list what they thought were the present "Seven Wonders of the World."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were some disagreements, the following received the most votes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egypt’s Great Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Panama Canal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Empire State Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. St. Peter’s Basilica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. China’s Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While gathering the votes, the teacher noted that one student had not finished her paper yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she asked the girl if she was having trouble with her list. The girl replied, "Yes, a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t quite make up my mind because there were so many." The teacher said, "Well, tell us what you have, and maybe we can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The girl hesitated, then read, "I think the ‘Seven Wonders of the World’ are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To Hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To Taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To Laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. And to Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The things we overlook as simple and ordinary and that we take for granted are truly wondrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentle reminder — that the most precious things in life cannot be built by hand or bought by man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://ladia2.blogspot.com/2005/04/seven-wonders-of-world.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-779390359300804271?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/779390359300804271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=779390359300804271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/779390359300804271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/779390359300804271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/7-wonders-of-world.html' title='7 Wonders of the World'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3159889974003775967</id><published>2010-05-05T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:05:00.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bersiap Menghadapi Kehilangan</title><content type='html'>Bila Anda siap MENDAPATKAN, sudahkan Anda juga siap KEHILANGAN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang, ada beragam cara menyikapi kehilangan. Dari mulai marah-marah, menangis, protes pada takdir, hingga bunuh diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih ingatkah Anda pada tokoh-tokoh ternama, yang tega membunuh diri sendiri hanya karena sukses mereka terancam pudar? Barangkali kisah yang saya adaptasi dari The Healing Stories karya GW Burns berikut ini, dapat memberikan inspirasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkisah, seorang lelaki keluar dari pekarangan rumahnya, berjalan tak tentu arah dengan rasa putus asa. Sudah cukup lama ia menganggur. Kondisi finansial keluarganya morat-marit. Sementara para tetangganya sibuk memenuhi rumah dengan barang-barang mewah, ia masih bergelut memikirkan cara memenuhi kebutuhan pokok keluarganya sandang dan pangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anaknya sudah lama tak dibelikan pakaian, istrinya sering marah-marah karena tak dapat membeli barang-barang rumah tangga yang layak. Laki-laki itu sudah tak tahan dengan kondisi ini, dan ia tidak yakin bahwa perjalanannya kali inipun akan membawa keberuntungan, yakni mendapatkan pekerjaan. Ketika laki-laki itu tengah menyusuri jalanan sepi, tiba-tiba kakinya terantuk sesuatu. Karena merasa penasaran ia membungkuk dan mengambilnya. "Uh, hanya sebuah koin kuno yang sudah penyok-penyok," gerutunya kecewa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun begitu ia membawa koin itu ke sebuah bank. "Sebaiknya koin in Bapak bawa saja ke kolektor uang kuno," kata teller itu memberi saran. Lelaki itupun mengikuti anjuran si teller, membawa koinnya ke kolektor. Beruntung sekali, si kolektor menghargai koin itu senilai 30 dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu senangnya, lelaki tersebut mulai memikirkan apa yang akan dia lakukan dengan rejeki nomplok ini. Ketika melewati sebuah toko perkakas, dilihatnya beberapa lembar kayu sedang diobral. Dia bisa membuatkan beberapa rak untuk istrinya karena istrinya pernah berkata mereka tak punya tempat untuk menyimpan jambangan dan stoples. Sesudah membeli kayu seharga 30 dollar, dia memanggul kayu tersebut dan beranjak pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah perjalanan dia melewati bengkel seorang pembuat mebel. Mata pemilik bengkel sudah terlatih melihat kayu yang dipanggul lelaki itu. Kayunya indah, warnanya bagus, dan mutunya terkenal. Kebetulan pada waktu itu ada pesanan mebel. Dia menawarkan uang sejumlah 100 dollar kepada lelaki itu. Terlihat ragu-ragu di mata laki-laki itu, namun pengrajin itu meyakinkannya dan dapat menawarkannya mebel yang sudah jadi agar dipilih lelaki itu. Kebetulan di sana ada lemari yang pasti disukai istrinya. Dia menukar kayu tersebut dan meminjam sebuah gerobak untuk membawa lemari itu. Dia pun segera membawanya pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah perjalanan dia melewati perumahan baru. Seorang wanita yang sedang mendekorasi rumah barunya melongok keluar jendela dan melihat lelaki itu mendorong gerobak berisi lemari yang indah. Si wanita terpikat dan menawar dengan harga 200 dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika lelaki itu nampak ragu-ragu, si wanita menaikkan tawarannya menjadi 250 dollar. Lelaki itu pun setuju. Kemudian mengembalikan gerobak ke pengrajin dan beranjak pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di pintu desa dia berhenti sejenak dan ingin memastikan uang yang ia terima. Ia merogoh sakunya dan menghitung lembaran bernilai 250 dollar. Pada saat itu seorang perampok keluar dari semak-semak, mengacungkan belati, merampas uang itu, lalu kabur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istri si lelaki kebetulan melihat dan berlari mendekati suaminya seraya berkata, "Apa yang terjadi? Engkau baik saja kan? Apa yang diambil oleh perampok tadi? Lelaki itu mengangkat bahunya dan berkata, "Oh, bukan apa-apa. Hanya sebuah koin penyok yang kutemukan tadi pagi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang, ada beragam cara menyikapi kehilangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kita termasuk orang yang bijak menghadapi kehilangan dan sadar bahwa sukses hanyalah TITIPAN Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar kata orang bijak, manusia tak memiliki apa-apa kecuali pengalaman hidup. Bila Kita sadar kita tak pernah memiliki apapun, kenapa harus tenggelam dalam kepedihan yang berlebihan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Healing Stories karya GW Burns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3159889974003775967?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3159889974003775967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3159889974003775967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3159889974003775967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3159889974003775967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/bersiap-menghadapi-kehilangan.html' title='Bersiap Menghadapi Kehilangan'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5014424961781293118</id><published>2010-05-05T17:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:18:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hongkong Trip</title><content type='html'>Seriously... i hate myself for being such a procrastinator =P&lt;br /&gt;Just logged on into my fs account and read my old blog, so I decided to post it into this blog... it's worth to read and I don't wanna lose it. And so here I am.... back to my blog to mumble (read type =P) about my Hongkong Trip few months ago... nyehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what ... There wasn't so much to tell.... We only do shopping, shopping and shopping.... I love shopping, my mum loves to shop... so does dad and my bro. Muahuahaua.... it runs in the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first day we arrived in Hongkong, I just realized that they divided the taxis into two groups. Let's call it blue taxis and red taxis. I should have taken a picture of it, but I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about half an hour we arrived in the hotel, the taxi driver didn't actually stop at the main lobby. He said that the road is blocked or bla bla bla... don't really understand what he really talks about. But one thing caught my eye, the meter goes to HKD3000++, what the heck? &lt;br /&gt;My mum gave him HKD 1000, and he only give her back HKD 200 and he's about to leave. Of course my mum is angry with him and protest ! Yay... u go mum!&lt;br /&gt;That taxi driver is such a culprit! Gosh... what a liar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stay at the Harbour Grand Hotel. Check out their website http://www.harbourgrand.com/ . I still love Marco Polo compare to this one. Here's the snapshot of the hotel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E-8tHMsYI/AAAAAAAAAss/8Yr64uvNUZI/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E-8tHMsYI/AAAAAAAAAss/8Yr64uvNUZI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467720635227353474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E_J6lVN_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ULf7nhX5xbQ/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E_J6lVN_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/ULf7nhX5xbQ/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467720862181701618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E_gLBH6qI/AAAAAAAAAtE/RF5-kLxIHZk/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E_gLBH6qI/AAAAAAAAAtE/RF5-kLxIHZk/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467721244550359714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E_fwI79II/AAAAAAAAAs8/qUcu3o7zA_s/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E_fwI79II/AAAAAAAAAs8/qUcu3o7zA_s/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467721237335372930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the story will be my shopping items, no talk, just a pictures as usual =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon 500D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FAdJo64qI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JFFgf5xvBdY/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FAdJo64qI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JFFgf5xvBdY/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467722292152427170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumix GF-1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FC26CMeWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FcVrUCdJp74/s1600/gf1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FC26CMeWI/AAAAAAAAAt0/FcVrUCdJp74/s320/gf1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467724933663324514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burberry Handbags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FAxyy6nNI/AAAAAAAAAtc/IwTvOMoFHtw/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FAxyy6nNI/AAAAAAAAAtc/IwTvOMoFHtw/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467722646797589714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipod Touch (the pic is still in the camera =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, MACBOOK PRO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FBG9-fPzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7qDVJUqZwJk/s1600/IMG_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FBG9-fPzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7qDVJUqZwJk/s320/IMG_0280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467723010576170802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shopping doesn't stop at Hongkong, when I came back to Indo, I bought BB Onyx for the sake to keep in touch with my friends .... oh God.&lt;br /&gt;I even customized the casing to the gold color ... hmmmm.... i'm loving it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FCKJmzDQI/AAAAAAAAAts/iR-Lb4RgDpc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-FCKJmzDQI/AAAAAAAAAts/iR-Lb4RgDpc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467724164749266178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5014424961781293118?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5014424961781293118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5014424961781293118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5014424961781293118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5014424961781293118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/hongkong-trip.html' title='Hongkong Trip'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E-8tHMsYI/AAAAAAAAAss/8Yr64uvNUZI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3713775488020800831</id><published>2010-05-05T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:25:47.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy and Difficult</title><content type='html'>Easy is to get a place in someone’s address book.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to judge the mistakes of others&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to talk without thinking&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to refrain the tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to hurt someone who loves us&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to heal the wound&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to forgive others&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to set rules&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to follow them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to dream every night&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to fight for a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to admire a full moon&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to see the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to stumble with a stone&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to enjoy life every day&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to give its real value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to pray every night&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to find God in small things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to promise something to someone&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to fulfill that promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to say we love&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to show it every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to criticize others&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to improve oneself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to learn from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to weep for a lost love&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to think about improving&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to stop thinking and put it into action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to think bad of others&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to give them the benefit of the doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to receive&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy to read this&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy is to keep friendship with words&lt;br /&gt;Difficult is to keep it with meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language of friendship is not words, but in the demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;The world is like a mirror you see. Smile, and your friends smile back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://ladia2.blogspot.com/2005/10/easy-and-difficult.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dari blognya c Huey… :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3713775488020800831?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3713775488020800831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3713775488020800831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3713775488020800831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3713775488020800831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/easy-and-difficult.html' title='Easy and Difficult'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2667647017246091211</id><published>2010-05-05T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:25:19.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a Journey</title><content type='html'>We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren’t old enough and we’ll be more content when they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we’re frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, we are able to go on a nice vacation, or when we retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, there’s no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. Happiness is the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, treasure every moment that you have and treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with…and remember that time waits for no one. So, stop waiting….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until your car or home is paid off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you get a new car or home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until your kids leave the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you go back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you finish school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you lose 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you gain 10 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you get a divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you have kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you retire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Until you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no better time than right now to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a journey, not a destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-work like you don’t need money, Love like you’ve never been hurt, And dance like no one’s watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ladia2.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-makes-you-realize-few-things.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2667647017246091211?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2667647017246091211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2667647017246091211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2667647017246091211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2667647017246091211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness-is-journey.html' title='Happiness is a Journey'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5401427798833034448</id><published>2010-05-05T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:24:51.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand</title><content type='html'>Please follow the below step, really God make this a miracle (this is from a Chinese excerpt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Firstly, show your palm, centre finger bend and put together back to back.&lt;br /&gt;2. Secondly, the rest 4 fingers tips to tips.&lt;br /&gt;3. Games begin, follow the below arrangement, 5 finger but only 1 pair can split.&lt;br /&gt;4. Try to open your thumb, the thumb represent parents, it can be open cause all human does go thru sick and dead. Which is our parents will leave us one day.&lt;br /&gt;5. Please close up your thumb, then open your second finger, the finger represent brothers and sisters, they do have their own family which is too they will leave us too.&lt;br /&gt;6. Now close up your second finger, open up your little finer, this represent your children. Sooner or later they too will leave us for they got they own living to live.&lt;br /&gt;7. Nevertheless, close up your little finer, try to open your fourth finger which we put our wedding ring, you will be surprise to find that it cannot be open at all. Because it represent husband and wife, this whole life you will be attach to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love will stick together ever and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumb represent parents.&lt;br /&gt;Second finger represent brothers &amp; sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Centre finger represent own self.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth finger represent your partner.&lt;br /&gt;Last finger represent your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://ladia2.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-wedding-ring-should-be-put-on.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5401427798833034448?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5401427798833034448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5401427798833034448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5401427798833034448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5401427798833034448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/hand.html' title='Hand'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-174381975457376577</id><published>2010-05-05T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:24:27.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20's to remember</title><content type='html'>1. Faith is the ability to not panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you worry, you didn’t pray. If you pray, don’t worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As a child of God, prayer is kind of like calling home every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When we get tangled up in our problems, be still. God wants us to be still so He can untangle the knot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do the math. Count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dear God: I have a problem. It’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Silence is often misinterpreted, but never misquoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Laugh every day, it’s like inner jogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The most important things in your home are the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Growing old is inevitable, growing up is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. There is no key to happiness. The door is always open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A grudge is a heavy thing to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. He who dies with the most toys is still dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. We do not remember days, but moments. Life moves too fast, so enjoy your precious moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Nothing is real to you until you experience it, otherwise it’s just hearsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It’s all right to sit on your pity pot every now and again. Just be sure to flush when you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Surviving and living your life successfully requires courage. The goals and dreams you’re seeking require courage and risk-taking. Learn from the turtle — it only makes progress when it sticks out its neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Be more concerned with your character than your reputation. Your character is what you really are while your reputation is merely what others think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY TRUTHS TO REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;for christians people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://ladia2.blogspot.com/2006/09/20s-to-remember.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-174381975457376577?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/174381975457376577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=174381975457376577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/174381975457376577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/174381975457376577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/20s-to-remember.html' title='20&apos;s to remember'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6683056406028704670</id><published>2010-05-05T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:24:05.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketika aku sudah tua</title><content type='html'>Ketika aku sudah tua, bukan lagi aku yang semula.&lt;br /&gt;Mengertilah, bersabarlah sedikit terhadap aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika pakaianku terciprat sup,&lt;br /&gt;ketika aku lupa bagaimana mengikat sepatu,&lt;br /&gt;ingatlah bagaimana dahulu aku mengajarmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku berulang-ulang berkata-kata tentang&lt;br /&gt;sesuatu yang telah bosan kau dengar,&lt;br /&gt;bersabarlah mendengarkan, jangan memutus pembicaraanku.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kau kecil, aku selalu harus mengulang&lt;br /&gt;cerita yang telah beribu-ribu kali kuceritakan&lt;br /&gt;agar kau tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku memerlukanmu untuk memandikanku,&lt;br /&gt;jangan marah padaku.&lt;br /&gt;Ingatkah sewaktu kecil aku harus&lt;br /&gt;memakai segala cara untuk membujukmu mandi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku tak paham sedikitpun tentang teknologi&lt;br /&gt;dan hal-hal baru, jangan mengejekku.&lt;br /&gt;Pikirkan bagaimana dahulu aku begitu sabar menjawab&lt;br /&gt;setiap "mengapa" darimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku tak dapat berjalan,&lt;br /&gt;ulurkan tanganmu yang masih kuat untuk memapahku.&lt;br /&gt;Seperti aku memapahmu saat kau belajar berjalan&lt;br /&gt;waktu masih kecil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku seketika melupakan pembicaraan kita,&lt;br /&gt;berilah aku waktu untuk mengingat.&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya bagiku, apa yang dibicarakan tidaklah penting,&lt;br /&gt;asalkan kau di samping mendengarkan, aku sudah sangat puas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kau memandang aku yang mulai menua,&lt;br /&gt;janganlah berduka.&lt;br /&gt;Mengertilah aku, dukung aku, seperti aku&lt;br /&gt;menghadapimu ketika kamu mulai belajar&lt;br /&gt;menjalani kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu aku memberi petunjuk bagaimana&lt;br /&gt;menjalani kehidupan ini, sekarang temani&lt;br /&gt;aku menjalankan sisa hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beri aku cintamu dan kesabaran,&lt;br /&gt;aku akan memberikan senyum penuh rasa syukur,&lt;br /&gt;dalam senyum ini terdapat cintaku&lt;br /&gt;yang tak terhingga untukmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your Mom &amp; Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6683056406028704670?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6683056406028704670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6683056406028704670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6683056406028704670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6683056406028704670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/ketika-aku-sudah-tua.html' title='Ketika aku sudah tua'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-1389320573727614278</id><published>2010-05-05T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:23:47.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan suka meremehkan orang laen</title><content type='html'>Seorang wanita yang mengenakan gaun pudar menggandeng suaminya yang berpakaian sederhana dan usang, turun dari kereta api di Boston, dan berjalan dengan malu-malu menuju kantor Pimpinan Harvard University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka meminta janji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang sekretaris Universitas langsung mendapat kesan bahwa mereka adalah orang kampung, udik, sehingga tidak mungkin ada urusan di Harvard dan bahkan mungkin tidak pantas berada di Cambridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kami ingin bertemu Pimpinan Harvard", kata sang pria lembut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beliau hari ini sibuk," sahut sang Sekretaris cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kami akan menunggu," jawab sang Wanita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama 4 jam sekretaris itu mengabaikan mereka, dengan harapan bahwa pasangan tersebut akhirnya akan patah semangat dan pergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi nyatanya tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang sekretaris mulai frustrasi, dan akhirnya memutuskan untuk melaporkan kepada sang pemimpinnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mungkin jika Anda menemui mereka selama beberapa&lt;br /&gt;menit, mereka akan pergi," katanya pada sang Pimpinan Harvard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang pimpinan menghela nafas dengan geram dan mengangguk.&lt;br /&gt;Orang sepenting dia pasti tidak punya waktu untuk mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan ketika dia melihat dua orang yang mengenakan baju pudar dan pakaian usang di luar kantornya, rasa tidak senangnya sudah muncul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Pemimpin Harvard, dengan wajah galak menuju pasangan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang wanita berkata padanya, "Kami memiliki seorang putra yang kuliah tahun pertama di Harvard. Dia sangat menyukai Harvard dan bahagia di sini. Tetapi setahun yang lalu, dia meninggal karena kecelakaan. Kami ingin mendirikan peringatan untuknya, di suatu tempat di kampus ini, bolehkan?" tanyanya, dengan mata yang menjeritkan harap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Pemimpin Harvard tidak tersentuh, wajahnya bahkan memerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia tampak terkejut. "Nyonya," katanya dengan&lt;br /&gt;kasar, "Kita tidak bisa mendirikan tugu untuk setiap orang yang masuk Harvard dan meninggal. Kalau kita lakukan itu, tempat ini sudah akan seperti kuburan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, bukan," Sang wanita menjelaskan dengan cepat,&lt;br /&gt;"Kami tidak ingin mendirikan tugu peringatan. Kami ingin memberikan sebuah gedung untuk Harvard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Pemimpin Harvard memutar matanya. Dia menatap&lt;br /&gt;sekilas pada baju pudar dan pakaian usang yang mereka kenakan dan berteriak, "Sebuah gedung?! Apakah kalian tahu berapa harga sebuah gedung ?! Kami memiliki lebih dari 7,5 juta dolar hanya untuk bangunan fisik Harvard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk beberapa saat sang wanita terdiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang Pemimpin Harvard senang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin dia bisa terbebas dari mereka sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang wanita menoleh pada suaminya dan berkata pelan, "Kalau hanya sebesar itu biaya untuk memulai sebuah universitas, mengapa tidak kita buat sendiri saja?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suaminya mengangguk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wajah sang Pemimpin Harvard menampakkan kebingungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. dan Mrs. Leland Stanford bangkit dan berjalan&lt;br /&gt;pergi, melakukan perjalanan ke Palo Alto, California, di sana mereka mendirikan sebuah Universitas yang menyandang nama mereka, sebuah peringatan untuk seorang anak yang tidak lagi diperdulikan oleh Harvard. Universitas tersebut adalah Stanford University, salah satu universitas favorit kelas atas di AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita, seperti pimpinan Hardvard itu, acap silau oleh baju, dan lalai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, baju hanya bungkus, apa yang disembunyikannya, kadang sangat tak ternilai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, janganlah kita selalu abai, karena baju-baju,acap menipu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada sedikit footnote:&lt;br /&gt;Kisah di bawah mengingatkan kepada seorang Jawa yang lugu bernama Mpu Tantular, yang kecewa karena anaknya gagal masuk Universitas Indonesia, kemudian mendirikan Universitas Mpu Tantular di Jakarta sekitar 20 tahun yang lalu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted in Something to ponder... | 2 Comments »&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;Monday, January 29th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari sang guru bertanya kepada murid-muridnya, "Mengapa ketika seseorang sedang dalam keadaan marah, ia akan berbicara&lt;br /&gt;dengan suara kuat atau berteriak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang murid setelah berpikir cukup lama mengangkat tangan dan&lt;br /&gt;menjawab, "Karena saat seperti itu ia telah kehilangan kesabaran, karena itu ia lalu berteriak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapi…" sang guru balik bertanya, "lawan bicaranya justru berada di sampingnya. Mengapa harus berteriak? Apakah ia tak dapat berbicara secara halus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir semua murid memberikan sejumlah alasan yang dikira benar menurut pertimbangan mereka. Namun tak satu pun jawaban yang&lt;br /&gt;memuaskan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang guru lalu berkata, "Ketika dua orang sedang berada dalam situasi kemarahan, jarak antara kedua hati mereka menjadi amat jauh walau secara fisik mereka begitu dekat. Karena itu, untuk mencapai jarak yang demikian, mereka harus berteriak. Namun anehnya, semakin keras mereka berteriak, semakin pula mereka menjadi marah dan dengan sendirinya jarak hati yang ada di antara keduanya pun menjadi lebih jauh lagi. Karena itu mereka terpaksa berteriak lebih keras lagi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang guru masih melanjutkan, "Sebaliknya, apa yang terjadi ketika dua orang saling jatuh cinta? Mereka tak hanya tidak berteriak,&lt;br /&gt;namun ketika mereka berbicara suara yang keluar dari mulut mereka begitu halus dan kecil. Sehalus apa pun, keduanya bisa mendengarkannya dengan begitu jelas. Mengapa demikian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang guru bertanya sambil memperhatikan para muridnya. Mereka nampak berpikir amat dalam namun tak satupun berani memberikan&lt;br /&gt;jawaban. "Karena hati mereka begitu dekat, hati mereka tak berjarak. Pada akhirnya sepatah katapun tak perlu diucapkan. Sebuah pandangan mata saja amatlah cukup membuat mereka memahami apa yang ingin mereka sampaikan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang guru masih melanjutkan, "Ketika Anda sedang dilanda kemarahan, janganlah hatimu menciptakan jarak. Lebih lagi hendaknya kamu tidak mengucapkan kata yang mendatangkan&lt;br /&gt;jarak di antara kamu. Mungkin di saat seperti itu, tak mengucapkan kata-kata mungkin merupakan cara yang bijaksana. Karena waktu akan membantu Anda."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-1389320573727614278?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1389320573727614278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=1389320573727614278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1389320573727614278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1389320573727614278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/jangan-suka-meremehkan-orang-laen.html' title='Jangan suka meremehkan orang laen'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6193206606155810824</id><published>2010-05-05T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:23:20.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 pintu kebijaksanaan</title><content type='html'>3 Pintu Kebijaksanaan&lt;br /&gt;Sumber: Tak Diketahui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang Raja mempunyai anak tunggal yang pemberani, terampil dan pintar. Untuk menyempurnakan pengetahuannya, ia mengirim sang Pangeran kepada seorang pertapa bijaksana.&lt;br /&gt;"Berikanlah pencerahan padaku tentang Jalan Hidupku,"  sang Pangeran meminta.&lt;br /&gt;"Kata-kataku akan memudar laksana jejak kakimu di atas pasir", ujar Pertapa. "Saya akan berikan petunjuk padamu, di Jalan Hidupmu engkau akan menemui 3 pintu.  Bacalah kata-kata yang tertulis di setiap pintu dan ikuti kata hatimu. Sekarang pergilah"  sang Pertapa menghilang dan Pangeran melanjutkan perjalanannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segera ia menemukan sebuah pintu besar yang di atasnya tertulis kata "UBAHLAH DUNIA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini memang yang kuinginkan" pikir sang Pangeran. "Karena di Dunia ini ada hal2 yang aku sukai dan ada pula hal2 yang tak kusukai. Aku akan mengubahnya agar sesuai keinginanku"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka mulailah ia memulai pertarungannya yang pertama, yaitu mengubah dunia.&lt;br /&gt;Ambisi, cita-cita dan kekuatannya membantunya dalam usaha menaklukkan dunia agar sesuai hasratnya. Ia mendapatkan banyak kesenangan dalam usahanya, tetapi hatinya tidak merasa damai. Walau sebagian berhasil diubahnya tetapi sebagian lainnya menentangnya.&lt;br /&gt;Tahun demi tahun berlalu. Suatu hari, ia bertemu sang Pertapa kembali.&lt;br /&gt;"Apa yang engkau pelajari dari Jalanmu ?" Tanya sang Pertapa&lt;br /&gt;"Aku belajar bagaimana membedakan apa yang dapat kulakukan dengan kekuatanku dan apa yang di luar kemampuanku, apa yang tergantung padaku dan apa yang tidak tergantung padaku" jawab Pangeran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bagus! Gunakan kekuatanmu sesuai kemampuanmu. Lupakan apa yang diluar  kekuatanmu, apa yang engkau tak sanggup mengubahnya" dan sang Pertapa menghilang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama kemudian, sang Pangeran tiba di Pintu kedua yang bertuliskan "UBAHLAH  SESAMAMU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini memang keinginanku" pikirnya. "Orang-orang di sekitarku adalah sumber kesenangan, kebahagiaan, tetapi mereka juga yang mendatangkan derita, kepahitan dan frustrasi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kemudian ia mencoba mengubah semua orang yang tak disukainya. Ia mencoba mengubah karakter mereka dan menghilangkan kelemahan mereka. Ini menjadi pertarungannya yang kedua.&lt;br /&gt;Tahun-tahun berlalu, kembali ia bertemu sang Pertapa.&lt;br /&gt;"Apa yang engkau pelajari kali ini?"&lt;br /&gt;"Saya belajar, bahwa mereka bukanlah sumber dari kegembiraan atau kedukaanku, keberhasilan atau kegagalanku. Mereka hanya memberikan kesempatan agar hal-hal tsb dapat muncul. Sebenarnya di dalam diriku lah segala hal tersebut berakar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Engkau benar" Kata sang Pertapa. "Apa yang mereka bangkitkan dari dirimu, sebenarnya mereka mengenalkan engkau pada dirimu sendiri. Bersyukurlah pada mereka yang telah membuatmu senang &amp; bahagia dan bersyukur pula pada mereka yang menyebabkan derita dan frustrasi. Karena melalui merekalah, Kehidupan mengajarkanmu apa yang perlu engkau kuasai danjalan apa yang harus kau tempuh"&lt;br /&gt;Kembali sang Pertapa menghilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kini Pangeran sampai ke pintu ketiga "UBAHLAH DIRIMU"&lt;br /&gt;"Jika memang diriku sendiri lah sumber dari segala problemku, memang disanalah aku harus mengubahnya"  Ia berkata pada dirinya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Dan ia memulai pertarungannya yang ketiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia mencoba mengubah karakternya sendiri, melawan ketidak sempurnaannya, menghilangkan kelemahannya, mengubah segala hal yg tak ia sukai dari dirinya, yang tak sesuai dengan gambaran ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beberapa tahun berusaha, dimana sebagian ia berhasil dan sebagian lagi gagal dan ada hambatan, Pangeran bertemu sang Pertapa kembali.&lt;br /&gt;"Kini apa yang engkau pelajari ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aku belajar bahwa ada hal2 di dalam diriku yang bisa ditingkatkan dan ada yang tidak bisa saya ubah"&lt;br /&gt;"Itu bagus" ujar sang pertapa.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya" lanjut Pangeran, "tapi saya mulai lelah untuk bertarung melawan dunia, melawan setiap orang dan melawan diri sendiri. Tidakkah ada akhir dari semuai ini? Kapan saya bisa tenang ? Saya ingin berhenti bertarung, ingin menyerah, ingin meninggalkan semua ini !"&lt;br /&gt;"Itu adalah pelajaranmu berikutnya" ujar Pertapa. Tapi sebelum itu, balikkan punggungmu dan lihatlah Jalan yang telah engkau tempuh" Dan ia pun menghilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika melihat ke belakang, ia memandang Pintu Ketiga dari kejauhan dan melihat adanya tulisan di bagian belakangnya yang berbunyi "TERIMALAH DIRIMU".&lt;br /&gt;Sang Pangeran terkejut karena tidak melihat tulisan ini ketika melalui pintu tsb.  "Ketika seorang mulai bertarung, maka ia mulai menjadi buta" katanya pada dirinya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Ia juga melihat, bertebaran di atas tanah, semua yang ia campakkan,.  Kekurangannya, bayangannya, ketakutannya. Ia mulai menyadari bagaimana mengenali mereka, menerimanya dan mencintainya apa adanya. Ia belajar mencintai dirinya sendiri dan tidak lagi membandingkan dirinya dengan orang lain, tanpa mengadili, tanpa mencerca dirinya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia bertemu sang Pertapa, dan berkata "Aku belajar, bahwa membenci dan menolak sebagian dari diriku sendiri sama saja dengan mengutuk untuk tidak pernah berdamai dengan diri sendiri. Aku belajar untuk menerima diriku seutuhnya, secara total dan tanpa syarat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bagus, itu adalah Pintu Pertama Kebijaksanaan" , ujar Pertapa. "Sekarang engkau boleh kembali ke Pintu Kedua"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segera ia mencapai Pintu Kedua, yang tertulis di sisi belakangnya "TERIMALAH SESAMAMU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia bisa melihat orang2 di sekitarnya, mereka yang ia suka dan cintai, serta mereka yang ia benci. Mereka yang mendukungnya, juga mereka yang melawannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi yang mengherankannya, ia tidak lagi bisa melihat ketidak-sempurnaan mereka, kekurangan mereka. Apa yang sebelumnya membuat ia malu dan berusaha mengubahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia bertemu sang Pertapa kembali, "Aku belajar" ujarnya "Bahwa dengan berdamai dengan diriku, aku tak punya sesuatupun untuk dipersalahkan pada orang lain, tak sesuatupun yg perlu ditakutkan dari merela. Aku belajar untuk menerima dan mencintai mereka, apa adanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itu adalah Pintu Kedua Kebijaksanaan" ujar sang Pertapa, "Sekarang pergilah ke Pintu Pertama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan di belakang Pintu Pertama , ia melihat tulisan "TERIMALAH DUNIA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sungguh aneh" ujarnya pada dirinya sendiri "Mengapa saya tidak melihatnya sebelumnya".&lt;br /&gt;Ia melihat sekitarnya dan mengenali dunia yang sebelumnya berusaha ia taklukan dan ia ubah.  Sekarang ia terpesona dengan betapa cerah dan indahnya dunia. Dengan kesempurnaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, ini adalah dunia yang sama, apakah memang dunia yang berubah atau cara pandangnya ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali ia bertemu dengan sang Pertapa : "Apa yang engkau pelajari sekarang ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku belajar bahwa dunia sebenarnya adalah cermin dari jiwaku. Bahwa Jiwaku tidak melihat dunia melainkan melihat dirinya sendiri di dalam dunia. Ketika jiwaku senang, maka dunia pun menjadi tempat yang menyenangkan. Ketika jiwaku muram, maka dunia pun kelihatannya muram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunia sendiri tidaklah menyenangkan atau muram. Ia ADA, itu saja. Bukanlah dunia yang membuatku terganggu, melainkan ide yang aku lihat mengenainya. Aku belajar untuk menerimanya tanpa menghakimi, menerima seutuhnya, tanpa syarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Itu Pintu Ketiga Kebijaksanaan" ujar sang Pertapa. "Sekarang engkau berdamai dengan dirimu, sesamamu dan dunia" Sang pertapa pun menghilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang pangeran merasakan aliran yang menyejukkan dari kedamaian, ketentraman, yang berlimpah merasuki dirinya. Ia merasa hening dan damai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6193206606155810824?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6193206606155810824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6193206606155810824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6193206606155810824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6193206606155810824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-pintu-kebijaksanaan.html' title='3 pintu kebijaksanaan'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3628555477985890832</id><published>2010-05-05T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:22:50.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 people</title><content type='html'>Life is the process of finding love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every person will need to find four people in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second person is the one you love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third person is the one who love you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fourth is the one you spend the rest of your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, firstly you will meet with the one you love most, and learn how love feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know how love feels, so you can find the person who loves you  most. When you have experienced the feeling of loving others and being loved, you will then know what it is you need most. Then you will find the person who is most suitable for you, to be able to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in real life, these three people are usually not the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one you love most doesn’t love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one, who love you most, is never the one you love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one you spend your life with, is never the one you love most or the one who love you most. He is just the person who happens to be at the right place at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which person are you in other people’s life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person will purposely have a change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;At the point in time when he loves you, he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;But when he doesn’t love you anymore,he really doesn’t love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;When he loves you, he can’t pretend that he doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes, when he loves you no more, there’s no way he can pretend he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person doesn’t love you and wants to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;You must ask yourself if you still love him,&lt;br /&gt;If you also don’t love him anymore, do not keep him just to save your pride.&lt;br /&gt;If you still love him, you should wish him happiness, and hope that he will be with the one he loves most, not stopping him from it.&lt;br /&gt;If you stop him from finding true happiness with the one he loves,&lt;br /&gt;it shows you already don’t love him, And if you don’t love him, what rights do you have to blame him for a change of heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not possessive,&lt;br /&gt;If you like the moon, you can’t just take it down and put it in your basin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moonlight still shines upon you.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, when you love a person, you can use another method of possessing the person.&lt;br /&gt;Let him become a permanent memory in you life.&lt;br /&gt;If you really love a person, you must love him for what he is.&lt;br /&gt;Love him for his good points, and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;You can’t wish for him to become like what you like him to be just because you love him.&lt;br /&gt;If he can’t change to become what you like him to be, you don’t love him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you really love a person, you cannot find a reason why you love him,&lt;br /&gt;You only know that no matter when and where, good mood or bad mood,&lt;br /&gt;you will wish to have this person be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Real love is when two people can go through the toughest problems without asking for promises or listing criterias.&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, you have to put in effort and give in at times, not always be on the receiving end.&lt;br /&gt;Being away from each other is a type of test, If the relationship isn’t strong, then you can only admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;Real love will never become hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two people are in love, They love to ask each other to swear, to make promises.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they ask each other to swear and promise?&lt;br /&gt;Because they don’t trust each other, they don’t trust their lover.&lt;br /&gt;These swear and promises are useless; Till the sky falls, till the ocean dry,&lt;br /&gt;my love for you will never change! We all know that the sky will never fall;&lt;br /&gt;the ocean will never dry, Even if it does happen, are we still alive by then?&lt;br /&gt;Be careful when making promises; don’t make promises that you cannot keep.&lt;br /&gt;Swear by things that can never happen, because it can never happen, so no harm just saying it casually.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, swearing by things that can never happen are the most touching!!&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, what you say is one thing, but what you do is another;&lt;br /&gt;The one saying, doesn’t believe; the one listening, also doesn’t believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3628555477985890832?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3628555477985890832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3628555477985890832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3628555477985890832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3628555477985890832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/4-people.html' title='4 people'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5382938545204777964</id><published>2010-05-05T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:22:20.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts About Girls</title><content type='html'>1. When a girl says she’s sad, but she isn’t crying, it means she’s crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When she ignores you after you’ve done something wrong, it’s best to give her some time to cool down before touching her heart with an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A girl can’t find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for her to ‘get over him’ after the relationship’s over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day, even though she flirts with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares deep into her eyes, she will melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually is not sure how to react to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the smiles and stare ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don’t like a girl who likes you, break it to her gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject her, leave her alone for a while. If you still treat her as a friend, talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of expressing themselves (which explains why most girls like writing journals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Being too serious can turn a girl off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When the guy she likes calls her for the first time, the girl may act uninterested during the call. But as soon as the phone is back on the hook, she will whoop with joy and immediately start telephoning her friends to&lt;br /&gt;spread the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A smile means a lot to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you like a girl, try making friends with her first. Let her get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If a girl says she can’t go out with you because she has to study, leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. But if she still calls you or expect a call from you, stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don’t try to guess a girl’s feelings. Ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Hearing the words "I love you" is a great reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. After a girl falls in love with a guy, she’ll wonder why she never noticed him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl, read romance stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When class pictures come out, a girl would first check who is standing next to her crush before actually looking at herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A girl’s ex-crush will always be in her memory, but the guy she loves now stays in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Girls love having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A simple ‘Hi’ can brighten a girl’s day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A girl’s best friends usually know best what she is feeling and going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to them just to get close to their ‘prettier’ friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Love means devotion, caring and happiness to a girl, in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Some girls care about looks, some care about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5382938545204777964?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5382938545204777964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5382938545204777964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5382938545204777964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5382938545204777964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/facts-about-girls.html' title='Facts About Girls'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2766636299985094057</id><published>2010-05-05T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:21:36.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doa</title><content type='html'>Bertahun-tahun yang lalu,&lt;br /&gt;Saya berdoa kepada Tuhan untuk memberikan saya pasangan,&lt;br /&gt;Engkau tidak memiliki pasangan karena engkau tidak memintanya Jawab Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak hanya meminta kepada Tuhan, saya juga menjelaskan kriteria pasangan yang saya inginkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menginginkan pasangan yang baik hati, lembut, mudah mengampuni, hangat, jujur, penuh dengan damai dan sukacita, murah hati, penuh pengertian, pintar, humoris, penuh perhatian.&lt;br /&gt;Saya bahkan memberikan kriteria pasangan tersebut secara fisik yang selama ini saya impikan. Sejalan dengan berlalunya waktu, saya menambahkan daftar kriteria yang saya inginkan dalam pasangan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu malam, dalam doa, Tuhan berkata dalam hati saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HambaKu, Aku tidak dapat memberikan apa yang engkau inginkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bertanya, mengapa Tuhan?&lt;br /&gt;Dan Ia menjawab, Karena Aku adalah Tuhan dan Aku adlah Adil. Aku adalah Kebenaran dan segala yang Aku lakukan adalah benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bertanya lagi, Tuhan, aku tidak mengerti mengapa aku tidak dapat memperoleh apa yang aku pinta darimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawab Tuhan,&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan menjelaskannya kepadamu. Adalah suatu ketidak adilan dan ketidak benaran bagiKu untuk memenuhi keinginanmu karena Aku tidak dapat memberikan sesuatu yang bukan seperti engkau. Tidaklah adil bagiKu untuk memberikan seorang yang penuh dengan cinta dan kasih kepadamu jika terkadang engkau masih kasar, atau memberikan seorang yang pemurah tetapi engkau masih kejam, atau seorang yang mudah mengampuni tetapi engkau sendiri masih suka menyimpan dendam, seorang yang sensitive naming engkau sendiri tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Ia berkata kepada saya,&lt;br /&gt;Adalah lebih baik jika Aku memberikan kepadamu seseorang yang Aku tahu dapat menumbuhkan segala kualitas yang engkau cari selama ini daripada membuat engkau membuang waktu mencari seseorang yang sudah mempunyai semuanya itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasangan mu akan berasal dari tulangmu dan dagingmu, dan engkau akan melihat dirimu sendiri di dalam dirinya dan kalian berdua akan menjadi satu.&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan adalah seperti sekolah, suatu pendidikan jangka panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penikahan adalah tempat dimana engkau dan pasanganmu akan saling menyesuaikan diri dan tidak hanya bertujuan untuk menyenangkan hati satu sama lain, tetapi untuk menjadikan kalian manusia yang lebih baik, dan membuat suatu kerjasama yang solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak memberikan pasangan yang sempurna karena engkau tidak sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Aku memberikanmu seseorang yang dapat bertumbuh bersamamu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2766636299985094057?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2766636299985094057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2766636299985094057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2766636299985094057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2766636299985094057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/doa.html' title='Doa'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-7536390172557046093</id><published>2010-05-05T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:21:14.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pesan Ayah</title><content type='html'>Dahulu kala ada 2 orang kakak beradik. Ketika ayahnya meninggal sebelumnya berpesan dua hal:&lt;br /&gt;- pertama jangan menagih hutang kepada orang yang berhutang kepadamu,&lt;br /&gt;- dan kedua jika mereka pergi dari rumah ke toko jangan sampai mukanya terkena sinar matahari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu berjalan terus. Dan kenyataan terjadi, bahwa beberapa tahun setelah ayahnya&lt;br /&gt;meninggal anak yang sulung bertambah kaya sedang yang bungsu menjadi semakin miskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibunya yang masih hidup menanyakan hal itu kepada mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Jawab anak yang bungsu: Ini karena saya mengikuti pesan ayah.&lt;br /&gt;Ayah berpesan bahwa saya tidak boleh menagih hutang kepada orang yang berhutang kepadaku,&lt;br /&gt;dan sebagai akibatnya modalku susut karena orang yang berhutang kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;tidak membayar sementara aku tidak boleh menagih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga ayah berpesan supaya kalau saya pergi atau pulang dari rumah ke toko dan sebaliknya tidak boleh terkena sinar matahari.&lt;br /&gt;Akibatnya saya harus naik becak atau andong. Sebetulnya dengan jalan kaki saja cukup,&lt;br /&gt;tetapi karena pesan ayah demikian maka akibatnya pengeluaranku bertambah banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada anak yang sulung yang bertambah kaya, ibupun bertanya hal yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;Jawab anak sulung: Ini semua adalah karena saya mentaati pesan ayah.&lt;br /&gt;Karena ayah berpesan supaya saya tidak menagih kepada orang yang berhutang kepada saya,&lt;br /&gt;maka saya tidak menghutangkan sehingga dengan demikian modal tidak susut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga ayah berpesan agar supaya jika saya berangkat ke toko atau pulang dari toko tidak boleh terkena sinar matahari,&lt;br /&gt;maka saya berangkat ke toko sebelum matahari terbit dan pulang sesudah matahari terbenam.&lt;br /&gt;Akibatnya toko saya buka sebelum toko lain buka, dan tutup jauh sesudah toko yang lain tutup.&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga karena kebiasaan itu, orang menjadi tahu dan tokoku menjadi laris, karena mempunyai jam kerja lebih lama.&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana dengan anda?&lt;br /&gt;Kisah diatas menunjukkan bagaimana sebuah kalimat ditanggapi dengan persepsi yang berbeda.&lt;br /&gt;Jika kita melihat dengan positif attitude, maka segala kesulitan sebenarnya adalah sebuah perjalanan yang akan membuat kita sukses.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kita bisa juga terhanyut dengan adanya kesulitan- kesulitan.&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan ada di tangan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘ Berusaha melakukan hal biasa yang dikerjakan dengan cara yang luar biasa ‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berkarya …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-7536390172557046093?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7536390172557046093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=7536390172557046093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7536390172557046093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7536390172557046093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/pesan-ayah.html' title='Pesan Ayah'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6349620997062269348</id><published>2010-05-05T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:20:56.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion (Daun, Pohon n Angin)</title><content type='html'>Maukah anda menjadi POHON yang akan menyesal karna telah kehilangan DAUNnya meratap sendirian sedih bagai pohon yg gundul tanda dedaunan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesal di akhir tiada guna ingatlah waktu berlalu terus baik terasa atau&lt;br /&gt;tidak terasa waktu kan tetap berjalan menanti KEPASTIAN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa kepastian dan ketegasan anda bagai pohon dengan daun2 yang selalu rontok.. hilang berganti daun.. tapi dengan berlalunya waktu bagai pohon yang sakit lambat laun semua dedaunan kan hilang takkan ada lagi yg tumbuh… anda kan sendiri bagai pohon yang gundul jelek tanpa daun menanti tuk ditebang pegawai pemkot.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maukah anda bagai DAUN yang terombang ambing hidupnya tersangkut di POHON tanpa merasakan kebahagian dalam hidupnya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menanti dengan kesabaran memang baik tapi sampai kapan anda akan begitu.. sekali lagi WAKTU takkan berkompromi ia kan berjalan terus… maukah anda menjadi DAUN yang layu terus jatuh ke&lt;br /&gt;tanah melihat POHON ditumbuhi lagi dengan DAUN yang baru dan segar dikala anda tersiksa menghilang menjadi tanah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karna aku seorang "wanita" pantaskah aku tuk menyatakan cintaku… Why not? Ini jaman britney spears yang berani botak bukan jaman siti nurbaya lagi.. Kalo si lelaki emang juga mencintaimu dia kan menerimanya dia kan bangga karna anda sudah berani menentang arus&lt;br /&gt;demi dia.. tapi sebagai precautions anda harus yakin apakah dia juga&lt;br /&gt;mencintai anda, bukan sekedar sensasi, napsu ato malah dianggap TTM doank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta itu harus dua arah… coba anda buat hati dengan dua tangan anda, kalo keduanya sama2 membentuk setengah hati dan kemudian bersatu jadilah bentuk tanda cinta tapi kalo satu doank yg berbentuk setengah hati satunya menutup mengepal tanda menolak ato menutup diri… waaa bagai cakar yang pingin mengcengkeram batu kan.. hiiii&lt;br /&gt;seremmmmmm… haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maukah anda menjadi ANGIN yang selalu menghembus tanpa henti dari segala arah berusaha membawa terbang DAUN dari POHON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasti banyak yang mau jadi ANGIN tergantung orangnya juga, kalo pemalu yah anginnya sepoi2 sapa tau untung daunnya bisa ikut terbang kalo gak yah udah gak menghembus lagi, kalo yang&lt;br /&gt;normal malunya yah dengan telaten menghembusnya tiap saat kalo gak bisa ya besok lagi dst.. lha kalo yang gak punya malu waaa ini kayak angin puting beliung nafsu amat hembusnya kalo perlu pohonnya dirobohin juga… haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi berjuanglah demi cinta tapi jangan malu2in.. jangan asal hembus&lt;br /&gt;liat sikon donk seperti kalo pingin nerbangin daun dari pohon plastik itu mah khayalan semata masak bini orang ibu dari lima anak mau diembat.. ato semua daun di semua pohon di seluruh kelurahan dihembusin waaa bener2 playboy berangin lu.. dan kudu&lt;br /&gt;introspeksi diri jangan jadi kentut daunnya gak suka dibawa terbang malah keracunan atuh.. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6349620997062269348?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6349620997062269348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6349620997062269348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6349620997062269348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6349620997062269348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/conclusion-daun-pohon-n-angin.html' title='Conclusion (Daun, Pohon n Angin)'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3308651440965904275</id><published>2010-05-05T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:20:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daun, Pohon dan Angin</title><content type='html'>POHON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang2 memanggilku "POHON" karena aku sangat baik dalam menggambar pohon. AKU selalu menggunakan gambar pohon pada sisi kanan sebagai trademark pada semua lukisanku. AKU telah berpacaran sebanyak 5 kali…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu wanita yang sangat AKU cintai..tapi AKU tidak punya keberanian untuk mengatakannya… Dia tidak cantik..tidak memiliki tubuh yang sexy.. Dia sangat peduli dengan orang lain..religius tapi..dia hanya wanita biasa saja. AKU menyukainya..sangat menyukainya.. Gayanya yang innocent dan apa adanya.. kemandiriannya..kepandaiannya dan kekuatannya… Alasan AKU tidak mengajaknya kencan karena… AKU merasa dia sangat biasa dan tidak serasi untukku… AKU takut…jika kami bersama semua perasaan yang indah ini akan hilang… AKU takut kalau gosip2 yang ada akan menyakitinya… AKU merasa dia adalah "sahabatku"… AKU akan memilikinya tiada batasnya…tidak harus memberikan semuanya hanya untuk dia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan yang terakhir..membuat dia menemaniku dalam berbagai pergumulan selama 3 tahun ini… Dia tau AKU mengejar gadis2 lain dan AKU telah membuatnya menangis selama 3 tahun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika AKU mencium pacarku yang ke-2 terlihat olehnya…&lt;br /&gt;Dia hanya tersenyum dengan berwajah merah…"lanjutkan saja" katanya, setelah itu pergi meninggalkan kami. Esoknya, matanya bengkak..dan merah… AKU sengaja tidak mau memikirkan apa yang menyebabkannya menangis… but AKU tertawa…bercanda dengannya seharian di ruang itu… Di sudut ruang itu dia menangis…dia tidak tau bahwa AKU kembali untuk mengambil sesuatu yang tertinggal… Hampir 1 jam kulihat dia menangis disana….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacarku yang ke-4 tidak menyukainya…&lt;br /&gt;Pernah sekali mereka berdua perang dingin, AKU tau bukan sifatnya untuk memulai  perang dingin… Tapi AKU masih tetap bersama pacarku… AKU berteriak padanya dan matanya penuh dengan air mata sedih dan kaget… AKU tidak memikirkan perasaannya dan pergi meninggalkannya bersama pacarku… Esoknya masih tertawa dan bercanda denganku seperti tidak ada yang terjadi sebelumnya… AKU tau dia sangat sedih dan kecewa tapi dia tidak tau bahwa sakit hatiku sama buruknya dengan dia… AKU juga sedih…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika AKU putus dengan pacarku yang ke 5, AKU mengajaknya pergi… Setelah kencan satu hari itu, AKU mengatakan bahwa ada sesuatu yang ingin kukatakan padanya… Dia mengatakan bahwa kebetulan sekali bahwa dia juga ingin mengatakan sesuatu padaku… AKU cerita tentang putusnya AKU dengan pacarku… Dia berkata bahwa dia sedang memulai suatu hubungan dengan seseorang… AKU tau pria itu…dia sering mengejarnya selama ini…Pria yang baik, penuh energi dan menarik…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU tak bisa memperlihatkan betapa sakit hatiku, AKU hanya tersenyum dan mengucapkan selamat padanya… Ketika sampai di rumah, sakit hatiku bertambah kuat dan AKU tidak dapat menahannya… Seperti ada batu yang sangat berat didadaku…AKU tak bisa bernapas dan ingin berteriak namun apa daya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air mataku mengalir tak terasa aku menangis karenanya…&lt;br /&gt;Sudah sering AKU melihatnya menangis untuk pria yang mengacuhkan kehadirannya… Handphoneku bergetar…ternyata ada SMS masuk…SMS itu dikirim 10 hari yang lalu ketika aku sedih dan menangis…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS itu berbunyi,"DAUN terbang karena ANGIN bertiup atau karena POHON tidak memintanya untuk tinggal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU suka mengoleksi daun-daun, kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Karena AKU merasa bahwa bagi DAUN untuk meninggalkan pohon yang selama ini ditinggali membutuhkan banyak kekuatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama 3 thn AKU dekat dengan seorang pria, bukan sebagai pacar tapi "Sahabat"  . Tapi ketika dia mempunyai pacar untuk yang pertama kalinya… AKU mempelajari sebuah perasaan yang belum pernah aku pelajari sebelumnya - CEMBURU… Perasaan di hati ini tidak bisa digambarkan dengan menggunakan Lemon. Hal itu seperti 100 butir lemon busuk. Mereka hanya bersama selama 2 bulan… Ketika mereka putus, AKU menyembunyikan perasaan yang luar biasa gembiranya. Tapi sebulan kemudian dia bersama seorang gadis lagi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU menyukainya dan AKU tau bahwa dia juga menyukaiku, tapi mengapa dia tidak mau mengatakannya? Jika dia mencintaiku, mengapa dia tidak memulainya dahulu untuk melangkah? Ketika dia punya pacar baru lagi, hatiku sedih… Waktu berjalan dan berjalan, hatiku sedih dan kecewa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU mulai mengira bahwa ini adalah cinta yang bertepuk sebelah tangan… Tapi..mengapa dia memperlakukanku lebih dari sekedar seorang teman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyukai seseorang sangat menyusahkan hati…AKU tahu kesukaannya…kebiasaannya… Tapi perasaannya kepadaku tidak pernah bisa diketahui… Kau tidak mengharapkan AKU seorang wanita untuk mengatakannya bukan ? Diluar itu, AKU mau tetap disampingnya…memberinya perhatian…menemani…dan mencintainya… Berharap suatu hari nanti dia akan datang dan mencintaiku… Hal itu seperti menunggu telephonenya tiap malam…mengharapkan mengirimku SMS… AKU tau sesibuk apapun dia, pasti meluangkan waktunya untuk ku… Karena itu, AKU menunggunya… 3 tahun cukup berat untuk kulalui dan AKU mau menyerah…Kadang AKU berpikir untuk tetap menunggu… Dilema yang menemaniku selama 3 tahun ini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir tahun ke-3, seorang pria mengejarku…setiap hari dia mengejarku tanpa lelah… Segala daya upaya telah dilakukan walau seringkali ada penolakan dariku… AKU berpikir…apakah aku ingin memberikan ruang kecil di hatiku untuknya ?!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia seperti angin yang hangat dan lembut, mencoba meniup daun untuk terbang dari pohon… Akhirnya, AKU sadar bahwa AKU tidak ingin memberikan Angin ini ruang yang kecil di hatiku…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU tau Angin akan membawa pergi Daun yang lusuh jauh dan ketempat yang lebih baik… Akhirnya AKU meninggalkan Pohon…tapi Pohon hanya tersenyum dan tidak memintaku untuk tinggal… AKU sangat sedih memandangnya tersenyum ke arahku…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAUN terbang karena ANGIN bertiup atau karena POHON tidak memintanya untuk tinggal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU menyukai seorang gadis bernama Daun…&lt;br /&gt;karena dia sangat bergantung pada Pohon..jadi aku harus menjadi ANGIN yang kuat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angin akan meniup Daun terbang jauh…&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kalinya..AKU melihat seseorang memperhatikan kami… Ketika itu, dia selalu duduk disana sendirian atau dengan teman2nya memerhatikan Pohon… Ketika Pohon berbicara dengan gadis2, ada cemburu di matanya… Ketika Pohon melihat ke arah Daun, ada senyum di matanya… Memperhatikannya menjadi kebiasaanku…seperti daun yang suka melihat Pohon. Satu hari saja tak kulihat dia…AKU merasa sangat kehilangan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sudut ruang itu, ku lihat pohon sedang memperhatikan daun… Air mengalir di mata daun ketika Pohon pergi… Esoknya…Ku lihat Daun di tempatnya yang biasa, sedang memperhatikan Pohon… AKU melangkah dan tersenyum padanya…Kuambil secarik kertas..kutulis dan kuberikan padanya… Dia sangat kaget…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia melihat ke arahku, tersenyum dan menerima kertas dariku… Esoknya…dia datang…menghampiriku dan memberikan kembali kertas itu… Hati Daun sangat kuat dan Angin tidak bisa meniupnya pergi, hal itu karena Daun tidak mau meninggalkan Pohon. AKU melihat kearahnya…kuhampiri dengan kata2 itu… Sangat pelan…dia mulai membuka dirinya dan menerima kehadiranku dan telponku…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKU tau orang yang dia cintai bukan AKU…tapi AKU akan berusaha agar suatu hari dia menyukaiku… Selama 4 bln, AKU telah mengucapkan kata Cinta tidak kurang dari 20x kepadanya… Hampir tiap kali dia mengalihkan pembicaraan…tapi AKU tidak menyerah… Keputusanku bulat….AKU ingin memilikinya…dan berharap dia akan setuju menjadi pacarku….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bertanya," apa yang kau lakukan? Kenapa kau tidak pernah membalas? Mengapa kau selalu membisu?" Dia berkata, "AKU menengadahkan kepalaku"…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah?" Aku tidak percaya dengan apa yang kudengar…&lt;br /&gt;"Aku menengadahkan kepalaku" dia berteriak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuletakkan telepon……melompat….berlari seribu langkah…ke rumahnya… Dia membuka pintu bagiku…Ku peluk erat-erat tubuhnya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAUN terbang karena tiupan ANGIN atau karena POHON tidak memintanya untuk tinggal?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3308651440965904275?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3308651440965904275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3308651440965904275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3308651440965904275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3308651440965904275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/daun-pohon-dan-angin.html' title='Daun, Pohon dan Angin'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4197549716289944435</id><published>2010-05-05T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:19:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kebahagiaan</title><content type='html'>Seorang pria berumur 92 tahun yang memiliki selera tinggi, selalu percaya diri, bangga akan dirinya sendiri, selalu berpakaian rapi setiap harinya, dengan rambutnya putihnya yang selalu tertata rapi meskipun dia buta,  masuk ke panti jompo hari ini. Istrinya yang berusia 70 tahun baru saja meninggal, dan mereka tidak&lt;br /&gt;pernah memiliki anak, sehingga dia harus masuk ke panti jompo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Setelah menunggu dengan sabar selama beberapa jam di lobi, dia&lt;br /&gt;tersenyum manis saat seorang petugas memberitahukan bahwa kamarnya telah siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika dia berjalan mengikuti petunjuk jalan ke elevator, petugas itu&lt;br /&gt;menggambarkan kadaan kamarnya yang kecil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;" Saya menyukainya !" katanya dengan antusias seperti seorang anak&lt;br /&gt;kecil yang baru saja mendapatkan hadiah seekor anjing dari orang tuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;" Pak, Anda belum melihat kamarnya, tahan dulu perkataan Anda " kata si&lt;br /&gt;petugas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;" Hal itu tidak ada hubungannya " dia menjawab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kebahagiaan adalah sesuatu yang kita putuskan dari awal. Apakah aku&lt;br /&gt;akan&lt;br /&gt;menyukai kamarku atau tidak, tidak tergantung dari bagaimana perabotnya&lt;br /&gt;diatur, tetapi dari bagaimana aku mengatur pikiranku sendiri."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aku sudah memutuskan untuk menyukai kamarku. Keputusan seperti itu&lt;br /&gt;jugalah&lt;br /&gt;yang kubuat setiap pagi setiap aku bangun dari tidurku. Untuk menyukai&lt;br /&gt;apapun yang Tuhan berikan padaku hari ini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aku punya sebuah pilihan, aku bisa saja menghabiskan waktuku di&lt;br /&gt;tempat tidur hanya untuk menyesali kesulitan-kesulitan yang terjadi padaku&lt;br /&gt;karena ada bagian tubuhku yang tidak berfungsi, atau aku bisa turun dari&lt;br /&gt;tempat tidur dan berterima kasih atas bagian-bagian lain tubuhku yang masih&lt;br /&gt;bisa berfungsi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Setiap hari adalah hadiah, meski aku tidak bisa melihat, tapi aku&lt;br /&gt;masih bisa memusatkan perhatianku pada hari yang baru, dan pada semua&lt;br /&gt;kenangan indah dan membahagiakan yang pernah kualami dan kusimpan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hanya untuk kali ini dalam hidupku, umur yang sudah tua adalah&lt;br /&gt;seperti simpanan di bank, dan aku akan menikmati dari yang telah aku simpan&lt;br /&gt;selama ini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Jadi nasehatku untukmu adalah untuk menyimpan sebanyak-banyaknya&lt;br /&gt;kebahagiaan di bank kenangan kita, dan berterima kasihlah pada&lt;br /&gt;orang-orang yang telah mengisi bank kenanganmu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah 5 aturan sederhana untuk menjadi bahagia :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Bebaskan hatimu dari rasa benci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Bebaskan pikiranmu dari segala kekuatiran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Hiduplah dengan sederhana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Memberi lebih banyak (give more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Jangan terlalu banyak berharap (expect less)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4197549716289944435?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4197549716289944435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4197549716289944435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4197549716289944435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4197549716289944435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/kebahagiaan.html' title='Kebahagiaan'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-8625795476466834956</id><published>2010-05-05T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:18:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 simple rules</title><content type='html'>Are You Happy with your Life…?????? Do You Enjoy your Life ??????&lt;br /&gt;Are You Desperate with your Life ?????? Do you Confused with Your Life ?????&lt;br /&gt;HERE’S SOME ADVICE :&lt;br /&gt;FIVE SIMPLE RULES TO BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;Lima peraturan sederhana untuk hidup bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah lima peraturan sederhana ini untuk hidup bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Free your heart from hated / Bebaskan dirimu dari kebencian&lt;br /&gt;   2. Free your mind from worries / Bebaskan pikiranmu dari kesusahan.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Live simply / Hiduplah secara sederhana.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Give more / Berilah lebih.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Expect less / Kurangilah harapan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can go back and make a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;Tiada seorangpun yang bisa kembali dan mulai baru dari  awal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.&lt;br /&gt;Setiap orang dapat mulai saat ini dan melakukan akhir yang baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn’t promise days without pain,  laughter without sorrow, sun without rain,  but He did promise strength for the day,comfort for the tears,   and  light for the way.&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tidak menjanjikan hari2 tanpa sakit,  tertawa tanpa kesedihan, matahari tanpa hujan,  tetapi Dia menjanjikan kekuatan untuk hari itu, kebahagiaan untuk air mata,  dan terang dalam perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments are like road humps,  they slow you down a bit  but you enjoy the sm ooth road afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Kekecewaan bagai "polisi tidur",  ini akan memperlambatmu sedikit tetapi kau selanjutnya akan menikmati jalan rata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stay on the humps too long. Move on!&lt;br /&gt;Jangan tinggal terlalu lama saat ada "polisi tidur". Berjalanlah terus !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fe el down because you didn’t get what you want, just sit tight and be happy,  because God is thinking of something better to give you.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kau kecewa karena tidak memperoleh apa yang kaukehendaki,terimalah dan bergembiralah,  karena Tuhan sedang memikirkan sesuatu yang lebih baik untuk dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something happens to you, good or bad, consider what it means ….&lt;br /&gt;Saat terjadi sesuatu padamu, baik atau buruk, pertimbangkanlah artinya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a purpose to life’s events, to teach you how to laugh more or not to cry too hard.&lt;br /&gt;Ada suatu maksud untuk setiap kejadian dalam kehidupan, mengajarmu bagaimana lebih seringkali tertawa atau tidak terlalu keras menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realise your worth.&lt;br /&gt;Kau tidak dapat memaksa seseorang mencintaimu, apa yang dapat kau perbuat hanyalah membiarkan dirimu untuk dicintai, selebihnya ada pada orang itu untuk menilai dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The measure of love is when you love without measure.&lt;br /&gt;Ukuran cinta adalah saat kau mencintai tanpa batas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life there are very rare chances that you’ll meet the person you love and loves you in return.&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kehidupan jarang akan kautemui seseorang yang kaucintai dan orang itu mencintaimu juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once you have it don’t ever let go, the chance might never come your way again.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi sekali kau memperoleh cinta jangan lepaskan, ada kemungkinan cinta itu tidak datang kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s better to lose your pride to the one you love, than to lose the one you love because of pride.&lt;br /&gt;Lebih baik kehilangan harga dirimu kepada orang yang mencintaimu,daripada kehilangan orang yang kaucintai karena harga dirimu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend too much time looking for the right person to love or finding fault with those we already love,&lt;br /&gt;when instead we should be perfecting the love we give.&lt;br /&gt;Kita terlalu mem-buang2 waktu untuk men-cari2 orang yang sesuai untuk dicintai  atau melihat kesalahan2 pada orang yang telah kita cintai, dari pada malah seharusnya kita menyempurnakan cinta yang kita berikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you truly care for someone,&lt;br /&gt;you don’t look for faults,&lt;br /&gt;you don’t look for answers,&lt;br /&gt;you don’t look for mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Jika kau sungguh2 peduli pada seseorang,&lt;br /&gt;janganlah kau men-cari2kekurangan2nya ,&lt;br /&gt;kau jangan men-cari2 alasan,&lt;br /&gt;kau jangan men-cari2 kesalahan2nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead,&lt;br /&gt;you fight the mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;you accept the faults,&lt;br /&gt;and you overlook the excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Malahan,&lt;br /&gt;kau atasi kesalahan2 itu,&lt;br /&gt;kau terima kekurangan2 itu&lt;br /&gt;dan jangan kau hiraukan alasan2 itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never abandon an old friend you will never find one who can take his place&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah meninggalkan rekan lama. Kau tidak akan pernah men-dapat penggantinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is like wine, it gets better as it grows older.&lt;br /&gt;Persahabatan adalah bagai anggur, tambah lama akan tambah baik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-8625795476466834956?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8625795476466834956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=8625795476466834956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8625795476466834956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8625795476466834956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/5-simple-rules.html' title='5 simple rules'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2298229506187458394</id><published>2010-05-05T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:17:46.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 pertanyaan</title><content type='html'>Ada seorang pemuda yang lama sekolah di negeri paman Sam kembali ke tanah air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampai nya dirumah ia meminta kepada orang tuanya untuk mencari seorang&lt;br /&gt;guru agama, Pendeta atau siapapun yang bisa menjawab 3 pertanyaannya. Akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;Orang tua pemuda itu mendapatkan orang tersebut.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Anda siapa? Dan apakah bisa menjawab pertanyaan-pertanya an saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Saya hamba Allah dan&lt;br /&gt;dengan izin-Nya, saya akan menjawab pertanyaan anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Anda yakin? Sedang&lt;br /&gt;Profesor dan banyak orang pintar saja tidak mampu menjawab pertanyaan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Saya akan mencoba sejauh&lt;br /&gt;kemampuan saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Saya punya 3 buah pertanyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kalau memang Tuhan itu&lt;br /&gt;ada,tunjukan wujud Tuhan kepada saya&lt;br /&gt;2. Apakah yang dinamakan Takdir&lt;br /&gt;3. Kalau setan diciptakan dari api kenapa dimasukan ke neraka yang dibuat&lt;br /&gt;dari api, tentu tidak menyakitkan buat setan sebab mereka memiliki unsur yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;Apakah Tuhan tidak pernah berfikir sejauh itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba Pendeta tersebut menampar pipi si Pemuda dengan keras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda (sambil menahan sakit): Kenapa anda marah kepada saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Saya tidak marah…Tamparan itu adalah jawaban saya atas 3 buah pertanyaan yang anda ajukan kepada saya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Saya sungguh-sungguh tidak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Bagaimana rasanya tamparan saya?&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Tentu saja saya merasakan sakit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Jadi anda percaya bahwa sakit itu ada?&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Ya&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Tunjukan pada saya wujud sakit itu !&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Saya tidak bisa&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Itulah jawaban pertanyaan pertama, kita semua merasakan keberad aan&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tanpa mampu melihat wujudnya.&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Apakah tadi malam anda bermimpi akan ditampar oleh saya?&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Tidak&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Apakah pernah terpikir oleh anda akan menerima sebuah tamparan dari&lt;br /&gt;saya hari ini?&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : Tidak&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Itulah yang dinamakan Takdir&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Terbuat dari apa tangan yang saya gunakan untuk menampar anda ?&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : kulit&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Terbuat dari apa pipi anda?&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : kulit&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Bagaimana rasanya tamparan saya?&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda : sakit..&lt;br /&gt;Pendeta : Walaupun Setan terbuat dari api dan Neraka terbuat dari api,jika Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;berkehendak maka Neraka akan menjadi tempat menyakitkan untuk setan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2298229506187458394?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2298229506187458394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2298229506187458394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2298229506187458394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2298229506187458394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-pertanyaan.html' title='3 pertanyaan'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-1617992324629598427</id><published>2010-05-05T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:16:47.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaya Hidup Orang  Kaya</title><content type='html'>Ada 1 lembaga penelitian sekuler di USA yg meneliti tentang orang-orang bahagia. Karena ini lembaga sekuler, ukuran bahagia pertama adalah banyaknya uang,&lt;br /&gt;maka lembaga tersebut mensurvey orang-orang kaya (milyuner) dengan sample awal sebanyak lebih dari 200 ribu orang milyuner. Dari 200 ribu itu disaring kadar bahagia-nya berdasarkan berbagai parameter termasuk keluarga tersebut.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hasil saringan terakhir ada sekitar 200 orang yang dianggap sangat bahagia, karena&lt;br /&gt;selain kaya, bisnisnya luar biasa, menikmati hidup, keluarganya beres.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hasil survey tersebut ditulis dalam buku karangan Thomas Stanley berjudul "The Millionaire Mind"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang kaya&lt;br /&gt;tersebut rata-rata sudah berumur, mereka adalah orang kaya dalam 1&lt;br /&gt;generasi, artinya bukan kaya warisan, tapi kaya dengan modal zero, alias kerja&lt;br /&gt;sendiri. Kemudian orang-orang ini diwawancara satu per satu secara&lt;br /&gt;detail, dan di-summary-kan gaya hidup orang-orang tersebut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikut 10 gaya hidup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Orang-orang tersebut FRUGAL = HEMAT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artinya: Mereka penuh pertimbangan dalam memanfaatkan uang mereka. Untuk beli sesuatu, pikir-pikir dulu sekitar 20 kali, tipe orang yang tanya sama Tuhan tentang&lt;br /&gt;segala sesuatu pengeluaran. Mereka tidak diperbudak mode, meskipun tidak kuno, tapi modis. Mereka tahu dimana beli barang bagus tapi murah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Orang-orang tersebut selalu hidup di bawah income mereka, tidak hidup gali lobang tutup lobang alias anti utang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sangat loyal&lt;br /&gt;terhadap pasangan - tidak cerai dan setia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Selalu lolos dari prahara baik dalam keluarga/bisnis (di USA sering resesi ekonomi, mereka selalu lolos).&lt;br /&gt;Setelah ditanya apa kunci lolosnya, jawabannya: "Overcoming worry and fear with The&lt;br /&gt;Bible and pray,with faith to God. We have God and His word"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cara berpikir mereka berbeda dalam segala segi dengan orang-orang kebanyakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contoh: Kita kalau ke mall, mikir abisin duit, mereka malah survey mencari bisnis apa yang paling laku di mall. They think differently from the crowd. Mereka "man of production" bukan "man of consumption"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. Ketika ditanya kunci suksesnya;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Punya integritas = omongan dan janji bisa dipegang dan dipercaya.&lt;br /&gt;b. Disiplin = tidak mudah dipengaruhi, dalam segala hal, termasuk disiplin dalam hal&lt;br /&gt;makanan, mereka orang yang tidak sembarangan konsumsi makanan. Tidak serakah.&lt;br /&gt;c. Selalu mengembangkan social skill = cara bergaul, belajar getting along with people, belajar leadership, menjual ide, mereka orang yang meng-upgrade dirinya, tidak malas belajar.&lt;br /&gt;d. Punya pasangan yg support, selalu mendukung dalam keadaan enak/tidak enak. Menurut&lt;br /&gt;mereka, integrity dimulai di rumah, kalau seorang suami/istri tidak&lt;br /&gt;bisa dipercaya di rumah, pasti tidak bisa dipercaya diluar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Pembagian waktu/aktivitas, paling banyak untuk hal-hal berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Mengajak anak dan cucu sport/olahraga, alasannya: dengan olahraga&lt;br /&gt;bisa meningkatkan fighting spirit yang penting untuk pertandingan rohani untuk menang sebagai orang beriman, untuk bisa sportif (menerima kenyataan, tetapi dengan&lt;br /&gt;semangat untuk memperbaiki dan menang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. Banyak memikirkan tentang investment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Banyak waktu berdoa, mencari hadirat Allah, belajar Firman. Ini menjadi lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;mereka sejak muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Attending religious activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e. Sosializing with children and grand child, ngobrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f. Entertaining with friends, maksudnya bergaul, membina hubungan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have a strong religious faith, dan menurut mereka ini kunci sukses mereka.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Religious millionaire&lt;br /&gt;Mereka tidak&lt;br /&gt;pernah memaksakan suatu jumlah aset sama Tuhan, tapi&lt;br /&gt;mereka belajar&lt;br /&gt;mendengarkan suara Tuhan, berapa jumlah aset yang Tuhan inginkan buat mereka. Minta&lt;br /&gt;guidance untuk bisnis. Mereka bukan type menelan semua tawaran bisnis&lt;br /&gt;yang disodorkan kepada mereka, tapi tanya Tuhan dulu untuk mengambil&lt;br /&gt;keputusan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. Ketika ditanya tentang siapa mentor mereka, jawabannya adalah TUHAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-1617992324629598427?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1617992324629598427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=1617992324629598427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1617992324629598427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1617992324629598427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2010/05/gaya-hidup-orang-kaya.html' title='Gaya Hidup Orang  Kaya'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3127589744531947194</id><published>2009-11-06T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:48:49.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't Met You Yet</title><content type='html'>Since it's an "ember" month ... it keeps raining everyday... and it's not drizzle but  more into heavy rain. I went outside few hours ago and it suddenly pour so heavy that I couldn't even see the road clearly. So I decided to head home. I hate to drive in the rain, and the chance of getting into an accident is high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was a lunatic driver who doesn't even turn on the light of his car (it's 9pm) and he was speeding. Dang ! I came so close to hit his car... it really piss me off! Geez he's damn stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening with me but I have trouble sleeping this couple of days. Even when I'm really sleepy I still can't sleep. It must be insomnia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed with many things at the moment &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep for now... *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;Gd nite reader!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3127589744531947194?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3127589744531947194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3127589744531947194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3127589744531947194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3127589744531947194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/havent-met-you-yet.html' title='Haven&apos;t Met You Yet'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3423242417342945322</id><published>2009-11-06T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:15:28.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - Europe Trip</title><content type='html'>We went to Monaco &amp; Nice.&lt;br /&gt;Mum splurge again at Longchamp and bought another LV bag. You rawkkk mum!!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQpqgqIg6I/AAAAAAAAArk/zKjjtfbh6xE/s1600-h/DSC06846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQpqgqIg6I/AAAAAAAAArk/zKjjtfbh6xE/s320/DSC06846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400987663421965218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQpq343bNI/AAAAAAAAArs/zkIbZr0CDew/s1600-h/DSC06847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQpq343bNI/AAAAAAAAArs/zkIbZr0CDew/s320/DSC06847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400987669657775314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQprEnQdiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/zangW8iezT0/s1600-h/DSC06849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQprEnQdiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/zangW8iezT0/s320/DSC06849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400987673073579554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an incident in LV which was pretty embarrassing. Mum was still hesitating on the key chain charm that she have choose for the bag. I keep telling her that that one is the best (the one on the picture) but my aunt doesn't like it and ask her to choose the other, like the one she has pick for her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have a story about my aunt. When I had purchased my bag and show it to her, she said "Oh this one....  I don't like this material(Monogram Vernis)." But when she saw my mum bought that bag (in monogram vernis, the one in the picture). &lt;br /&gt;She said "Hey that is nice... I want it too." &lt;br /&gt;And I told her "But they said it's the only one left, on the display and we already took it away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she gets jealous very easily, she keep pushing the attendant to get one for her. And luckily, there is still another one left in the wardrobe, so she got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling myself "Didn't she said that she doesn't like that material? Why did she bought it?" Hmmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to my story. So, the attendant has wrap up the bag into a box, my mum ask me to take it out... so i grab the box... and suddenly there's a loud bang cause I accidentally drop the box into the floor and the box is broken... haha.... what a shame! But they did gave us a new box. Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the charm that my aunt bought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQuDqRAOvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wtLgLCMWMww/s1600-h/mini+lin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQuDqRAOvI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wtLgLCMWMww/s320/mini+lin.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400992493544159986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what my mum bought (it can be use as a bracelet too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQvR5-jegI/AAAAAAAAAsE/RrB02H3Beak/s1600-h/looping+chain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQvR5-jegI/AAAAAAAAAsE/RrB02H3Beak/s320/looping+chain.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400993837791541762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tour leader said "That charm is really pretty... it suits your bag"&lt;br /&gt;and my aunt responds? she throw her face away to the other side and pretend that she hears nothing. =D doesn't she know that each and everyone have different taste? d'oh... please respect others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3423242417342945322?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3423242417342945322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3423242417342945322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3423242417342945322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3423242417342945322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-7-europe-trip.html' title='Day 7 - Europe Trip'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SvQpqgqIg6I/AAAAAAAAArk/zKjjtfbh6xE/s72-c/DSC06846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2204465486455924197</id><published>2009-10-31T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:05:18.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween Everyone !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never experience Halloween till now, isn't it pathetic... lol...&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to go to the Night Safari Halloween while I was at Singapore, but I was so unlucky that they don't do it on weekdays. Boooooooo ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring heavily outside and I don't feel like going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm spending my weekend on my bed and watch Take Me Out Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;There's one couple that catch my attention... I can't remember their name.&lt;br /&gt;But they knew each other and they were couple in the past. The man was planning to date her again and beg for forgiveness... ahh so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shoes that I want badly and I dunno which one should I choose.... oh no...I need a little help here =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxBdVkm24I/AAAAAAAAAq0/F9hvqhGs8e4/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxBdVkm24I/AAAAAAAAAq0/F9hvqhGs8e4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398762025573079938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxBdJuu5HI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2HlbIPUVLDk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxBdJuu5HI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2HlbIPUVLDk/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398762022394324082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxBc9ECD0I/AAAAAAAAAqk/fIpNeqfJfzM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxGrP6r0CI/AAAAAAAAArc/YnL4w66xf3w/s320/OS-181722+BLACK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398767762131374114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxGq58zs4I/AAAAAAAAArU/oWpYzIENW_U/s1600-h/EZ-8039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxGq58zs4I/AAAAAAAAArU/oWpYzIENW_U/s320/EZ-8039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398767756234699650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxGql3aXPI/AAAAAAAAArM/9-N1jPf6RUE/s1600-h/EZ-8007+WHITE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxGql3aXPI/AAAAAAAAArM/9-N1jPf6RUE/s320/EZ-8007+WHITE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398767750843358450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SuxGqPlYVlI/AAAAAAAAArE/KdinafzcNa0/s1600-h/EZ-7123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMrSXvVKuI/AAAAAAAAApc/_qHg203r23I/s320/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391700773502790370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMrS9KO99I/AAAAAAAAApk/-ldxWUdgR8I/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMrS9KO99I/AAAAAAAAApk/-ldxWUdgR8I/s320/DSC00785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391700783547742162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMrTSasohI/AAAAAAAAAps/J5X91X0NOrs/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMrTSasohI/AAAAAAAAAps/J5X91X0NOrs/s320/DSC00794.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391700789253939730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMrTu3ivjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/b9JrSo2nXYk/s1600-h/DSC06805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMrTu3ivjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/b9JrSo2nXYk/s320/DSC06805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391700796891119154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was our lunch .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMsTpShCoI/AAAAAAAAAp8/QAX1lXOpxSY/s1600-h/DSC06812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMsTpShCoI/AAAAAAAAAp8/QAX1lXOpxSY/s320/DSC06812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391701894905268866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMsUBPOIeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KUBgcqT17zA/s1600-h/DSC06813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMsUBPOIeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/KUBgcqT17zA/s320/DSC06813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391701901333897698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMsUoGc7DI/AAAAAAAAAqM/LPbE5ioVco4/s1600-h/DSC06814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMsUoGc7DI/AAAAAAAAAqM/LPbE5ioVco4/s320/DSC06814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391701911766101042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3180961155557896899?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3180961155557896899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3180961155557896899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3180961155557896899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3180961155557896899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-6-europe-trip.html' title='Day 6 - Europe Trip'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMrSXvVKuI/AAAAAAAAApc/_qHg203r23I/s72-c/DSC00775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3819215804099178164</id><published>2009-10-12T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:34:48.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disaster</title><content type='html'>There's no longer direct flight from Pekanbaru to Singapore. It is pissing me off T_T&lt;br /&gt;Every month I have to fly to Batam and take a ferry to go to Singapore. Arghhhh... hell no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate the most is when the flight been delayed. It occurs every time! &lt;br /&gt;Before, we have 2 planes that set off to Singapore, that would be Garuda and AirAsia.&lt;br /&gt;But couple of months earlier, Garuda stop their flight to Singapore and this month AirAsia stop their flight to Singapore too &gt;.&lt; Pathetic isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is extremely HOT, even air con wouldn't help!&lt;br /&gt;Since Munas is over, PLN starts to do the cut off electricity in turn again. (it's not like we don't pay... we do pay, but with the electricity off, we are charged even higher... weird isn't it? ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope PAM would have no problem anymore, so we could use the water as much as we want! &lt;br /&gt;I still remember those one week without water. Can you imagine it? Geez... I feel like I'm living in a rural area with no water and no electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, my phone rings and it was from Stephen in Singapore. He is asking me for my friend's number and I ask him "What is it for?". He replied "I just wanna tell her to come to Ajahn Brahm's speech'. I was like... 'Oh okayyy..'&lt;br /&gt;I hang up and play with my niece for a while... when I look at my phone, there were 2 missed calls from Stephen. But I didn't call back. So in the afternoon he calls me back just to tell me that the number I gave cannot be contacted cuz it's being switch off. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;I told him to try to call her again after 6 cuz maybe she switch off her phone during work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did a little shopping therapy this month through the online shop...&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMgt-Fu-QI/AAAAAAAAAos/V3b9H2kTKxc/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMgt-Fu-QI/AAAAAAAAAos/V3b9H2kTKxc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391689153025865986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiJyrIUiI/AAAAAAAAAo0/NVB9jC1sJoY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiJyrIUiI/AAAAAAAAAo0/NVB9jC1sJoY/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391690730509455906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiK8WVo3I/AAAAAAAAApM/tBTEXzUrFYc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiK8WVo3I/AAAAAAAAApM/tBTEXzUrFYc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391690750286472050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiKd3Nk3I/AAAAAAAAApE/nVwCdQVZPLg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiKd3Nk3I/AAAAAAAAApE/nVwCdQVZPLg/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391690742102856562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiKOW6haI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1ATung5G3bk/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiKOW6haI/AAAAAAAAAo8/1ATung5G3bk/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391690737940858274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiLQr-9mI/AAAAAAAAApU/DCLD1Rc4kT4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMiLQr-9mI/AAAAAAAAApU/DCLD1Rc4kT4/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391690755745969762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3819215804099178164?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3819215804099178164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3819215804099178164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3819215804099178164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3819215804099178164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/disaster.html' title='disaster'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMgt-Fu-QI/AAAAAAAAAos/V3b9H2kTKxc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-949866690132700640</id><published>2009-10-12T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:49:31.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb dumb dumb</title><content type='html'>Oh yes I'm a complete dumb, I thought something is wrong with my blog, that is why I keep delaying my new entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days I've tried to upload pictures and it turns out that the pictures doesn't show up in the typing box. What I saw is a HTML code and I was confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that the pictures can still be seen if I publish it.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize it until today.. LOL. Showing off my stupidity but I'm not ashamed... Muahuahuahua... this is what I bought for my niece... cute eh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMWco0ZwBI/AAAAAAAAAok/pzpb9UXRFEM/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMWco0ZwBI/AAAAAAAAAok/pzpb9UXRFEM/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391677860141973522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-949866690132700640?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/949866690132700640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=949866690132700640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/949866690132700640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/949866690132700640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/testing.html' title='dumb dumb dumb'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMWco0ZwBI/AAAAAAAAAok/pzpb9UXRFEM/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3940843214601326293</id><published>2009-10-09T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:21:53.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Handsome Suit</title><content type='html'>It's just a movie I watched recently. It's very funny &amp; entertaining, you can easily predict the story line. But it's still worth to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMtW8955AI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OBdvLv9dcXw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMtW8955AI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OBdvLv9dcXw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391703051238761474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3940843214601326293?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3940843214601326293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3940843214601326293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3940843214601326293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3940843214601326293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/handsome-suit.html' title='The Handsome Suit'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/StMtW8955AI/AAAAAAAAAqU/OBdvLv9dcXw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4184636092460744052</id><published>2009-10-06T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:18:40.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 &amp; 4  - Europe Trip</title><content type='html'>Will show you the pictures....I'm too lazy to type, plus my 'space' in the keyboard is broken, so it's not convenient to type T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourdes... the church is awesome. I went there on Sunday where there were an international mass was hold. So there are thousands of people and it was crowded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvSaJQ1BI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8m4I1PuFDqI/s1600-h/DSC06754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvSaJQ1BI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8m4I1PuFDqI/s320/DSC06754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389453372381254674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvR9P8_LI/AAAAAAAAAoM/up3usm9gmEM/s1600-h/DSC06753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvR9P8_LI/AAAAAAAAAoM/up3usm9gmEM/s320/DSC06753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389453364624686258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvRVKRqlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sDpOHKFq3Ms/s1600-h/DSC06751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvRVKRqlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sDpOHKFq3Ms/s320/DSC06751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389453353863457362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvQ3v2sII/AAAAAAAAAn8/kf0D_qtPL7Q/s1600-h/DSC06750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvQ3v2sII/AAAAAAAAAn8/kf0D_qtPL7Q/s320/DSC06750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389453345968009346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvQdNfw3I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Y3uOlBo9_RQ/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvQdNfw3I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Y3uOlBo9_RQ/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389453338844578674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4184636092460744052?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4184636092460744052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4184636092460744052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4184636092460744052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4184636092460744052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-3.html' title='Day 3 &amp; 4  - Europe Trip'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SssvSaJQ1BI/AAAAAAAAAoU/8m4I1PuFDqI/s72-c/DSC06754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5919997631884745934</id><published>2009-10-02T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:31:45.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My So-Called Friends</title><content type='html'>I've met hundreds or i should say thousands of people in my 23 years of living. Some of them I would call them as strangers, i've seen that but I never talk with them.. Lol... What I mean is the people i met on the public places. Stranger is just a friend we haven't meet and haven't got the time to know each other, right? Each of them have different personality for sure. None of them I could call as a 'True Friend' i would never say i'm somebody's true friend, i might be their best friend but i don't think i'm in a position to say that. Let them judge. This is just merely my opinion. So... During my kindergarten, primary school and secondary school, I don't have so many friends. I was quiet at that time and i'm not a type of girl who would start the conversation. I'm not that attractive, so nobody pays attention at me, that was what i was thinking that time. Silly me! Everybody have their own charm, you just gotta have a self confident in yourself. Okay, let's not talk about myself at this moment.... It's quite strange but during my kindergarten n my primary school, i made friend with the most 'naughty' girl in the school. i'll give her a name in an initial 'S'. I dunno what i was thinking at that time. My mum scolded me everytime I went to her home because she was afraid that S might influence me and I will be naughty. Since I moved to Malaysia, i haven't contact her till then. Couple of years ago, she called me and i'm amazed that she still has my phone number. She called me because she saw me standing outside while she was on the road driving. After that, i still haven't get a chance to contact her, but now we're reunited again thru facebook. She is married with one child, but her bad image still carries in her. I heard that her mil n fil doesn't like her because they feel that S wants their money. wow~ bad reputation ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend of mine with an initial D. I got to know her during primary 5 or 6, i can't recall. I would state her as my best friend cause she is the one that always makes me laugh. We didn't keep in touch that frequently, so whenever I meet her I will be extremely happy. She didn't know much about my personal life, so did I? I keep trying my best to keep in touch with her, but she won't reply my sms. She said she is busy and i'm cool with it. Before I go to sg, i will ask her on what she needs so i can bring it for her. When she came to pekanbaru for a holiday, she didn't even call. Of course I'm dissapointed but I can't get mad at her. You expect for it, and then you'll get dissapointed. What i need is to accept it. That's the way she is, nobody's perfect. Even I, i dun think I’m good enough to be a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is someone that I would share my stories with, good stories, a lame stories, she would listen to it. But she is way too stubborn and she didn't realize it at all. I have trouble in telling her to keep her head cool. I tried to give her a suggestion, but she wouldn't take it. What she need is happiness, but she's heading to the wrong way. I care for her but she always think she is right. She wants to have a 'rich' husband. She wants to be in the upper society. Everybody wants to live a good life... don't we? Why would you compare urself with ur other 'rich' friends? Are you jealous with them cause they don't have to work and you need to get ur butt off the bed and go to work everyday? You said that urself is weak and won't be able to carry the workload and will be sick? Come on! Its ur own life, you gotta earn something and make a living by urself. Do not compare urself with those who are loaded. You never try but you always give up. I know you would say 'you do not know how i feel' 'words speak louder than actions in this case'. Sorry to say this, but Better luck next life! Pray that you will be born rich and loved. I know i'm being so mean right now, so forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my friend i got to know from my secondary school in Pekanbaru. At first, she is lovable and caring. She always ask my opinion about fashions, and I feel like I’m her free personal stylist, on the other hand I’m glad that she think I have a great fashion taste… lol. But the more you know her; u'll sense her to become cunning. She might not realize that I would judge her so. I love to pretend dumb at a time and I could see it coming. Lol... but i'm still keeping her as my friend... Whenever she needs me to do her a favour, she won't even mention the word 'please' or ‘thank u’.  It doesn't happen once, but all the time...&lt;br /&gt;As I said, accept the way people are... But I have my limit. I am not that DUMB... Lol... Just make sure you know how to handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets jealous easily and I could see it clearly through her face. Call her “A”. I didn’t mean to show off, but sometimes when I tell her fascinating stories about my life, she would always reply me back to show that she is greater than me … geez. She even loves to copy my style in dressing up, but she won’t admit! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough talk about my girl-friends. There are still many of them and it will take pages to write. Haha…. I’m not trying to make a mischief here. That is why I’m not putting their real name in here though I know they won’t be reading my blog cause I’ve never given them the link. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just an observer =P&lt;br /&gt;One reason why I didn’t talk much with the people I just met is because I wanna see their movement and their behavior first.  It’s normal when people say I’m quiet when I first met them. Hehe, this is me and this is who I am. Cheers people! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5919997631884745934?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5919997631884745934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5919997631884745934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5919997631884745934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5919997631884745934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-so-called-friends.html' title='My So-Called Friends'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2647063695192302736</id><published>2009-09-30T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:09:18.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a shocking truth</title><content type='html'>Oh no... has the world is about to come to an end? earthquake, flood and tsunami? at around 5pm this afternoon, my sister was about to feed her baby... i was carrying her baby. She suddenly look at me and said "can you feel the earthquake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very sensitive about it. But when I stay quiet I could feel the floor is trembling. I wasn't panic at all. We were on a third floor but didn't go downstair *gasp* (pasrah bgt... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earthquake went for about a minute... Then I hurriedly switch on the tv to check, but my room could not open the channel of Metro Tv,  so I  switch it off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came back from work and switch the channel to Metro Tv, we could see the breaking news about the earthquake. It came from Western Sumatra with 7,4 SR. My mum panicked and starting to call our relatives in Padang, but she can't get it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the news,the reporter mention that there's no electricity supply in Padang, it was raining and there's a fire, plus many of the buildings are collapsed. geez... it is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum tried to call again, and she can finally talk with my aunt. They are all okay, except everything in the house scattered all over the floor and the wall is cracked, all the glasses are broken &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad isn't it? But what matter the most is that they're okay and still in a perfect condition and I thank God for it. God bless them all.. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2647063695192302736?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2647063695192302736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2647063695192302736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2647063695192302736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2647063695192302736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/09/shocking-truth.html' title='a shocking truth'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-9045446392310376931</id><published>2009-09-30T17:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:43:23.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 &amp; 2 - Europe Trip</title><content type='html'>All the groups are required to gather at Terminal 2, Gate B near the perfume center. Our flight to Singapore is @ 17:00 and the tour leader wants us to be at the airport @ 14:00.&lt;br /&gt;So here we are waiting for one family that haven't come yet. They were mum's younger sister family... lol. They were the last one to arrive. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tour leader is Hendrick Pratama. Heard that he's the manager of Shilla Tour @ Grand Indonesia. We only knew a couple of days after our tour is about to end.&lt;br /&gt;He is shocked with what my aunt is brought... We bring 6 boxes of water...(Yeah that's what we always did =P), not to mention the number of luggages we had... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pass the passport to all of us &amp;amp; since there's still a longtime to board, we're all waiting at the lounge, my uncle's family,my mum's friend and the other one is Panin Bank's branch manager in Padang. My mum's friend is rather talkative,she just can't stop talking...lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Singapore at 19:35, our next flight to Barcelona is at 23:45. Geez, such a long transit time. I know that Changi has a lot of entertainment but what I wanna do is to take shower before my next flight. lol. The total flight and the transit time to Milan to reach Barcelona is 15-16hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an inside look of the aircraft... (with the foods of course... haha) all pictures are taken amateurly, so forgive me for it is blur and the angle... &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNry7zUh5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/WznoS6krtrQ/s1600-h/DSC06669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNry7zUh5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/WznoS6krtrQ/s320/DSC06669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387268102055823250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNrzl7dVMI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cz3EiawIjCM/s1600-h/DSC06672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNrzl7dVMI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cz3EiawIjCM/s320/DSC06672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387268113364243650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNryXMWSzI/AAAAAAAAAlE/XXHUtdfrIMM/s1600-h/DSC06667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNryXMWSzI/AAAAAAAAAlE/XXHUtdfrIMM/s320/DSC06667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387268092228684594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNrzCfmwaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/dFrLF6vKthE/s1600-h/DSC06671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNrzCfmwaI/AAAAAAAAAlU/dFrLF6vKthE/s320/DSC06671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387268103852179874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNr0EpNSJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/f8RMh9AxiBQ/s1600-h/DSC06680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNr0EpNSJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/f8RMh9AxiBQ/s320/DSC06680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387268121609193618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a pictures of Sagrada Familia, a masterpiece by Antoni Gaudi.... it's a church and the design is excellent!&lt;br /&gt;The church is not complete yet... they said that it will take another 10-20years to complete... wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNujhTY_ZI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vP9MTkT9lgI/s1600-h/DSC06704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNujhTY_ZI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vP9MTkT9lgI/s320/DSC06704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271135779421586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNuh1G2qGI/AAAAAAAAAls/en1tIAluwDc/s1600-h/DSC06687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNuh1G2qGI/AAAAAAAAAls/en1tIAluwDc/s320/DSC06687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271106735810658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNuibpDpCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/2JNkhqkaFZs/s1600-h/DSC06692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNuibpDpCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/2JNkhqkaFZs/s320/DSC06692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271117079815202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNui2JRyGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sg0EN9t6jPA/s1600-h/DSC06699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNui2JRyGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/sg0EN9t6jPA/s320/DSC06699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271124194281570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNujOPbCoI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8LVidzPeai0/s1600-h/DSC06701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNujOPbCoI/AAAAAAAAAmE/8LVidzPeai0/s320/DSC06701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387271130662505090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take much pictures with me in it cause I'm not in a mood to take pictures (I haven't shower yet ... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop is Guell's Park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNvp-fekrI/AAAAAAAAAmk/MxB6EP3tbT0/s1600-h/DSC06715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNvp-fekrI/AAAAAAAAAmk/MxB6EP3tbT0/s320/DSC06715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272346205590194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNvpe3MP-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/2vX-y1l6nUg/s1600-h/DSC06714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNvpe3MP-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/2vX-y1l6nUg/s320/DSC06714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272337715118050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNvpGy13MI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AwPTPU0NFB4/s1600-h/DSC06710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNvpGy13MI/AAAAAAAAAmU/AwPTPU0NFB4/s320/DSC06710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387272331254422722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNwWV74_LI/AAAAAAAAAm0/D8PyF0pCiG0/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNwWV74_LI/AAAAAAAAAm0/D8PyF0pCiG0/s320/DSC00658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387273108413021362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNwWC_JVUI/AAAAAAAAAms/qmzR8ixKXXE/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNwWC_JVUI/AAAAAAAAAms/qmzR8ixKXXE/s320/DSC00652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387273103326401858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop is at Ramblas, a shopping complex in Barcelona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNw9wXyzRI/AAAAAAAAAm8/12jnkBM0E8c/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNw9wXyzRI/AAAAAAAAAm8/12jnkBM0E8c/s320/DSC00661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387273785524276498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one reminds you of Meteor Garden right? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNw-Rp5IsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/3GADxeaU6H8/s1600-h/DSC00663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNw-Rp5IsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/3GADxeaU6H8/s320/DSC00663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387273794458559170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was taking pictures of this mummy. Then he suddenly drag me with his rope and strangled me!!!*gasp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-9045446392310376931?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/9045446392310376931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=9045446392310376931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/9045446392310376931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/9045446392310376931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-1-2.html' title='Day 1 &amp; 2 - Europe Trip'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SsNry7zUh5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/WznoS6krtrQ/s72-c/DSC06669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4989507960275884707</id><published>2009-09-30T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:07:50.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout</title><content type='html'>I was about to update my blog yesterday, then my room goes dark in an instance.&lt;br /&gt;It's our daily routine blackout. Damn... The annoying thing is that our gen set is broken, they are fixing it and it won't be done so soon.&lt;br /&gt;So we have no electricity in the house. My room is lighten by 1 candle ( I don't dare to put more in the room to avoid any fire accidents... cause I'm always having a deep sleep, so I could hear or feel nothing... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things running through my mind, it just gets hazy day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Even the happiest things that ever happened to me, I can't clearly remember it.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly suck in memorizing &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next entry is gonna be about my trip to Southern Europe with the family ! It was incredibly fun... Mum was on a good mood and she had a spending spree, imagine that... phew~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4989507960275884707?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4989507960275884707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4989507960275884707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4989507960275884707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4989507960275884707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/09/blackout.html' title='Blackout'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-92477474163671669</id><published>2009-07-21T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:47:07.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerity &amp; It's Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SmXU2IQBtyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TizH0w83XsY/s1600-h/A-203_japanese_traditional_gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SmXU2IQBtyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TizH0w83XsY/s320/A-203_japanese_traditional_gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360924957847172898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must all know the meaning of  "sincerity". But are there anyone in this world that are really sincere of what he / she has given to us? I doubt it, even myself... I might say to the others that I'm sincere about it, but the other evil mind in me would still ask for a payback  *giggling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are some times in where I'm sincere. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this one story (my own experience) that keeps rambling in my mind. I'm not gonna tell who the person is. But it annoys me so much.  I even regret for accepting everything he / she has given me. It makes me feel that I owe him / her a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He / she thinks that he / she can repay me by giving me expensive stuffs and I will be happy (of course I'm happy though it won't last long... LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this one day where I was tired, I feel terribly sick but I keep it to myself. I saw him / her cleaning and unpacking (my brother was helping him). N.B. His / her children were there too, but they were busy eating and read comics. He / she did not ask for a help from me (he / she usually did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my mum throws a tantrum at me for not helping her..... Omigosh.... he / she complained to the other person and that person calls my mum straight away. Does he / she have nothing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even discuss about other's people marriage. I know they care about them, but why should they interfere other's household affair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I can't live a good life if they are still near me. Unlucky me I can't avoid them &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let if flow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing that I hate is their "status". They are loaded, i'm just living adequately. So they think we are lower than him / her. They are not saying it out loud, but I can see it from the way they talk to me, the way they treat me compared the others.  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's one incident happening when I was in Genting with my mum. I feel so bad about it. I'll talk about it in my next entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-92477474163671669?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/92477474163671669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=92477474163671669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/92477474163671669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/92477474163671669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/07/sincerity-its-value.html' title='Sincerity &amp; It&apos;s Value'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SmXU2IQBtyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TizH0w83XsY/s72-c/A-203_japanese_traditional_gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-7814788061703301496</id><published>2009-07-20T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:05:13.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome, another trip next month</title><content type='html'>Feeling so tired after a long-hours sleep. Geez, that's what happened when it's holiday. I tend to sleep more than 7 hours in a day. Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is going to Bali this Wednesday for a meeting. I was invited by the manager, too bad I can't go cause we need to share the bedrooms. LOL. It's impossible for me to sleep with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many events that I haven't write about and I still need time to recall it. My memory has gone from bad to worse &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about next month. I'm going to Jakarta and Surabaya. Yeehaaaaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off to Jakarta on the 5th of August. Then will be going to Surabaya on the 7th of August then come back to Jkt at the 10th of August. I accidentally bought a double ticket to Singapore. One is from Jakarta and the other one is from Pekanbaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't have any pictures to post at the moment, I need to resize it all before I post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be as much food pictures as what I did before. We don't have much mouth-watering foods in Pekanbaru T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-7814788061703301496?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7814788061703301496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=7814788061703301496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7814788061703301496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7814788061703301496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/07/awesome-another-trip-next-month.html' title='Awesome, another trip next month'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2384819719776385939</id><published>2009-05-28T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:52:15.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Plan on June</title><content type='html'>I'm relieved that nobody's expecting me to update my blog. LOL. One reason for not telling everyone that I'm writing a blog is because I'm pretty sure that I won't have time to update it.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been good lately. I will be out of town next week. Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for next month:&lt;br /&gt;4th of June - Fly to Singapore and rush to Camden Medical Center to pay a visit to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;7th of June - Fly to Macau with my mum &amp;amp; my brother. (So happy that I finally have the chance to watch Cirque De Soleil)&lt;br /&gt;9th of June - Take on a bus from Macau to go to Guangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;12th of June - Go back to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;13th of June - Go back to Pekanbaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's other plan which I won't mention at the moment. I gotta go now. Xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2384819719776385939?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2384819719776385939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2384819719776385939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2384819719776385939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2384819719776385939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-plan-on-june.html' title='My Plan on June'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-1066102876351416986</id><published>2009-05-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:59:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to Medan on April</title><content type='html'>That little bugger is pissing me off, who else if it is not Aldo? He is my friend while I was in Perth and we still contact each other till now. He is so annoying at times. There are times when he will be totally silent &amp;amp; I'm in peace. Sometimes he will call me &amp;amp; told stories about the girls he met on the streets &amp;amp; what's next is that we will be making fool of each other (which is kinda fun) we will have a small twit of debate. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He frequently missed calls me this few days. Whenever I pick up he will hang up! Don't you find that annoying? Geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I don't have much to tell about today. So I'll just start writing about my trip in Medan. I spent 1 week in Medan. Went there at the 27th of March, go back to Pekanbaru on the 5th of April. Phew~ such a long journey ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure that I can recall much about my trip. hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I arrived at the airport, the driver haven't reach the airport yet, so we gotta wait for about 15 minutes. My mum was rumbling on the phone with the girl that arrange our pick up time. I pho was in a bad mood. Qiu Kong is dealing good with it, he have no comments or whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went straight to Marriot Hotel and check in. The process to check in is taking long, but their service is excellent. As usual I took a snap shot of the room. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SeiPceYIN2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/QvyfFAeVJZI/s1600-h/DSC05489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325664278718986082" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SeiPceYIN2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/QvyfFAeVJZI/s320/DSC05489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SeiPcsdBIBI/AAAAAAAAAio/nVBMYumaqmM/s1600-h/DSC05493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325664282497589266" style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SeiPcsdBIBI/AAAAAAAAAio/nVBMYumaqmM/s320/DSC05493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SeiPcYO7KFI/AAAAAAAAAig/-rpHCNh68J8/s1600-h/DSC05490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325664277069768786" style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SeiPcYO7KFI/AAAAAAAAAig/-rpHCNh68J8/s320/DSC05490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me or not, the above post I've wrote months ago but I have to time to update it T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwe Tiao Jie Mei ... yummy~&lt;br /&gt;Mum loves the Pek Cha Kwe Tiao but I prefer this one... cha liao...uenakkk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6icQ-D4oI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5jtOTVkj5Js/s1600-h/DSC05500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6icQ-D4oI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5jtOTVkj5Js/s320/DSC05500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884814583292546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksa Medan... nicer than Curry Laksa... (that's what I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6iciGjRxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/yiLlFk_nF94/s1600-h/DSC05510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6iciGjRxI/AAAAAAAAAjA/yiLlFk_nF94/s320/DSC05510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884819182307090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serabi ... slurpppp~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6icsT8mbI/AAAAAAAAAi4/j0TcaGxvUxU/s1600-h/DSC05508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6icsT8mbI/AAAAAAAAAi4/j0TcaGxvUxU/s320/DSC05508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884821922847154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad's friend invites us to eat a steak @ the Irish Pub&lt;br /&gt;5/5 too yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6ic2ch_sI/AAAAAAAAAjI/V9Ug0N9U08k/s1600-h/DSC05564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6ic2ch_sI/AAAAAAAAAjI/V9Ug0N9U08k/s320/DSC05564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884824643206850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi Panggang at Siantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6jrMF_H2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NEIhFSRWfDM/s1600-h/DSC05567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6jrMF_H2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NEIhFSRWfDM/s320/DSC05567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886170484023138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sop Kambing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6jrmv72gI/AAAAAAAAAjo/EFg4QSjoFhw/s1600-h/DSC05625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6jrmv72gI/AAAAAAAAAjo/EFg4QSjoFhw/s320/DSC05625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886177639291394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gu Bak Wan Teng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6jraHEv4I/AAAAAAAAAjY/GpaMOEehTLA/s1600-h/DSC05586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6jraHEv4I/AAAAAAAAAjY/GpaMOEehTLA/s320/DSC05586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886174246682498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sate Kerang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6kSPlWJVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6PfKqCvfXck/s1600-h/DSC05660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6kSPlWJVI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6PfKqCvfXck/s320/DSC05660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886841435759954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6kSN2LrUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sml69noPDf4/s1600-h/DSC05662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6kSN2LrUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/sml69noPDf4/s320/DSC05662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886840969506114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry Bihun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6kSt5cwUI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Flk7cjbHT8o/s1600-h/DSC05679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6kSt5cwUI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Flk7cjbHT8o/s320/DSC05679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886849573142850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one unforgettable experience while I was eating at Marco's Seafood. I went there with Udin's niece, bro and her aso. While we finished eating, suddenly  a reporter came to us and asks "Do you want to be interview for our show at trans7?"&lt;br /&gt;And I replied "What time does the show starts"&lt;br /&gt;The reporter said "It's 8am in the morning"&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, 8 in the morning? Nobody will see us, so I'm okay with it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9RBmGx5te0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9RBmGx5te0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6kSzIeMSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QsnIjmabRt8/s1600-h/DSC05689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sh6kSzIeMSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/QsnIjmabRt8/s320/DSC05689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340886850978328866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-1066102876351416986?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1066102876351416986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=1066102876351416986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1066102876351416986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1066102876351416986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-medan-on-april.html' title='A trip to Medan on April'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SeiPceYIN2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/QvyfFAeVJZI/s72-c/DSC05489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3373873958137685882</id><published>2009-04-16T22:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:49:40.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BACK</title><content type='html'>OMG. I don't know what the hell i've been doing in the past few months that i'm abandoning my blog. Oh poor blog. I have so much stuffs to tell. But I don't think I can finish writing it tonight. I'm a bit sleepy &amp;amp; tired right now. So let's get started. Rewind starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from the moment where I left Medan and was waiting for my flight back to Pekanbaru.&lt;br /&gt;I took a Sriwijaya Air since it is the only plane that fly to Pekanbaru. Mum told me that Sriwijaya Air always delay their flight. That is so true. When I arrive at the airport and when i'm about to check in, there's a long queue... gosh. About 10 - 15 minutes, it's finally come to my turn. The staff told the lady that was standing in front of me that the  flight will be delay until 3.10. The flight is suppose to be at 2.10. One hour delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of luck. That day I was feeling unwell. I still remember, Udin told me that I look pale, my face were green. hahaha. When she told me that I rushed to the toilet and find a mirror to see how I really look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the airport have a hotspot so I can entertain myself with Facebook. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded my pics into FB. I browse thru people's profile. Then I heard the announcement, pesawat sriwijaya tujuan pekanbaru akan segera boarding, silakan menuju gate 4.&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly switch off my laptop and go to gate 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really meet my friend yet, cause I don't feel like going out. And I was busy watching "The Little Nyonya" on my dvd. And now I'm watching "Gossip Girl" Season 2. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only friend I've met is Tessa. Candice is growing up. She can speak now and she have teeths. So cute..... !!!! She speaks "Papa" "Mama" and she is doing excellent in "Cakikok Langkami" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ordered a birthday cake for my mum from the online cakeshop i seen in friendster. Check it out, http://profiles.friendster.com/85586385&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out that the baker is my friend's little sister. Auwww.... what a small world, isn't it? She is so talented!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedDzNJc7nI/AAAAAAAAAho/vdvw_o5f2Vw/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedDzNJc7nI/AAAAAAAAAho/vdvw_o5f2Vw/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325299631370595954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedD_xZo6SI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ThK79IQ0o6Q/s1600-h/cake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedD_xZo6SI/AAAAAAAAAhw/ThK79IQ0o6Q/s320/cake+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325299847260596514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedEZ8DtSVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/uZUqfgPB2c8/s1600-h/cake+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedEZ8DtSVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/uZUqfgPB2c8/s320/cake+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325300296797997394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedEZ0o1yjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wZxQmLHJtP4/s1600-h/cake+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedEZ0o1yjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wZxQmLHJtP4/s320/cake+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325300294806260274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedFaTZqVeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XF9CowVCTyY/s1600-h/cake+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedFaTZqVeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XF9CowVCTyY/s320/cake+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325301402575721954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedFabj3iSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/W6ezSvLxX_Y/s1600-h/cake+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedFabj3iSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/W6ezSvLxX_Y/s320/cake+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325301404766013730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't upload any photos at the moment cause my laptop's speaker need to be repair. I'll continue my blog tomorrow (Hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;Gd nite everyone~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3373873958137685882?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3373873958137685882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3373873958137685882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3373873958137685882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3373873958137685882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-back.html' title='I am BACK'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SedDzNJc7nI/AAAAAAAAAho/vdvw_o5f2Vw/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-979078329076773685</id><published>2009-03-20T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:50:42.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum &amp; her BB</title><content type='html'>Yeah baby!!! My mum is using blackberry bold. She doesn't even know how to turn off the tv yet she wanna learn how to send email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i had an appointment with my friend to have a little reunion. I'm the one who suggested it, and in the end, sadly i'm the one who can't join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to Dr Ong's office again to help her with the translation. To be honest, I'm not good in translating. Luckily there's an internet connection so I can check it on a dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2pm she dropped me in front of Shaw Plaza and I took a bus to go to Scotts Road. I had an appointment with the dentist again at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get in the bus, I realized that I took the wrong bus, the bus is heading to Bugis. So I decided to alight there and take MRT to go to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dental treatment cost me SGD$700 today, cheaper than the last time. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-979078329076773685?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/979078329076773685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=979078329076773685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/979078329076773685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/979078329076773685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/mum-her-bb.html' title='Mum &amp; her BB'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3331847306373800031</id><published>2009-03-19T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:42:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my initial mood</title><content type='html'>Tua Ku and Tua Kim are going back to Padang this morning at 7. My dad and my mum are coming to Singapore. Hopefully my mum won't scold me about that 'late wake up' thingy again. I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached home at around 12, then I phoned Eldo and ask him to come over and eat bak kut teh @ rangoon road together. My mum did scold me again but not so over nagging like she did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to Mustafa to buy some stuffs and go to Bugis. Eldo bought a sweater @ top shop and a hat. There's a 20% discount for a citibank creditcard holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go to the temple, my bro and i are just "pai pai", my mum is there to do a "thiu chiam" to ask about the guy she is hooking me up with. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my suprise, the result is "Good". Haha... what amaze me is this sentence "your dreams of becoming rich will be realized" LOL, i was laughing damn hard when i read that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its written that "Matrimony will be successful and a boy will be born. The visitor you are expecting has started on his journey, the missing will be found. Residential change is recommended. The sick will be cured"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i gotta sleep now, i have to wake up early tomorrow to help dr ong to do some translation again. Huaaammm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3331847306373800031?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3331847306373800031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3331847306373800031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3331847306373800031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3331847306373800031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-my-initial-mood.html' title='Back to my initial mood'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3038911093792825621</id><published>2009-03-18T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:18:23.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Breakdown</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to share for today. Still not in the mood for blogging. I'll upload the latest pictures of my niece to make it more entertaining :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEbsY-vqzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FvTUJhCyxs8/s1600-h/2663_88858915032_736705032_2769123_5293151_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEbsY-vqzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FvTUJhCyxs8/s320/2663_88858915032_736705032_2769123_5293151_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314559484707711794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEbsyF8jlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LOgPMsLtypo/s1600-h/2663_88858920032_736705032_2769124_1111513_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEbsyF8jlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LOgPMsLtypo/s320/2663_88858920032_736705032_2769124_1111513_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314559491448802898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEbtTm8EAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WA_Q9NRPfKw/s1600-h/2663_88858945032_736705032_2769128_5871508_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEbtTm8EAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/WA_Q9NRPfKw/s320/2663_88858945032_736705032_2769128_5871508_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314559500445552642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEbtz2SDhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-MxHL5cWZwc/s1600-h/2663_88858950032_736705032_2769129_4105955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEbtz2SDhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-MxHL5cWZwc/s320/2663_88858950032_736705032_2769129_4105955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314559509099843090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEdJrbNKVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hs-vU5mqXNc/s1600-h/2663_88858995032_736705032_2769137_1033160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEdJrbNKVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hs-vU5mqXNc/s320/2663_88858995032_736705032_2769137_1033160_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314561087386757458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEdJpIdVqI/AAAAAAAAAhI/O7-vo7IRecc/s1600-h/2663_88859020032_736705032_2769140_195094_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEdJpIdVqI/AAAAAAAAAhI/O7-vo7IRecc/s320/2663_88859020032_736705032_2769140_195094_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314561086771254946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEdJiKEhRI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fRo3v6G9zlI/s1600-h/2663_88859010032_736705032_2769138_6446489_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEdJiKEhRI/AAAAAAAAAhA/fRo3v6G9zlI/s320/2663_88859010032_736705032_2769138_6446489_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314561084898968850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEeBgbuAwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OkRAEateJg0/s1600-h/2663_88858990032_736705032_2769136_605890_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEeBgbuAwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OkRAEateJg0/s320/2663_88858990032_736705032_2769136_605890_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562046508794626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tanglin Mall before lunch to drop some stuff to the receptionist. Ate "Abalone Rice Burger" at MOS burger afterwards then headed my way to Mandai Columbarium. A bit spooky there... :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEeqsFz7eI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0CXhl_pREV4/s1600-h/DSC05336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEeqsFz7eI/AAAAAAAAAhY/0CXhl_pREV4/s320/DSC05336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562754012769762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEeq9aURoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/wih9HwiIzqo/s1600-h/DSC05337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEeq9aURoI/AAAAAAAAAhg/wih9HwiIzqo/s320/DSC05337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562758662178434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is full now, there were many other urns placed there. Heard from someone that we can only place the urn for 6 years and then we have to move it.&lt;br /&gt;I bet he's enjoying his life in heaven now! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3038911093792825621?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3038911093792825621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3038911093792825621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3038911093792825621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3038911093792825621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotional-breakdown.html' title='Emotional Breakdown'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/ScEbsY-vqzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/FvTUJhCyxs8/s72-c/2663_88858915032_736705032_2769123_5293151_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5551159722364913742</id><published>2009-03-18T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:40:08.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand</title><content type='html'>Today my mood is swinging again. My mum is mad at me. Really mad that she doesn't wanna hear any words from me. She's mad because I wake up at 12pm today and yesterday and the day before yesterday, and the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that San I &amp;amp; Ji I told her that I wake up at 11 and 12 everyday. So did I?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I was out with San I when she was here. We always went out of the house at 10 or even earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mum is mad she will always say things that will hurt you so bad.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing waking up so late? Do you want me to kick you out of the house? Next time if u still wake up so late I will throw all your clothes away. I will kick you out of the house. I won't give you any penny. You find your own way to get money. You won't be staying in my house. and so on...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when somebody is mad, they tend to said all the things that they don't even wanna say. But it just makes me sad that she doesn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum wants me to wake up at 6am everyday. I will be when I get a job, but not now. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that I can be embarrassed for waking up so late, why can't you? I feel like banging my head to the wall after hearing all of her mumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been calling me thrice this afternoon T_T&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going back home today, switch off my phone so nobody can reach me. LOL, wanna know how she feels when I'm not there. Of course, I won't be doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like eating today. Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa my mood is ruins by this.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I have a perfect life... where's the shooting star so I can make my wish come true? :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone to the columbarium today.  It's time to visit him after a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now. Fuihhh... and i'm feeling hungry. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5551159722364913742?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5551159722364913742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5551159722364913742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5551159722364913742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5551159722364913742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-927125604853596362</id><published>2009-03-17T20:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:39:50.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night is still young</title><content type='html'>Wake up at 9am and get ready to be pick up by Dr Ong today. Yesterday she didn't mention that she will be picking me up. But who knows that she will be waiting downstairs sooner than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wait for her til 10, and my uncle is telling me "Don't wait for her, she's not gonna pick u up. You should go there by urself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted Dr Ong "Dr Ong do you still need my help there? I will be going there if you need me there"&lt;br /&gt;I don't call her simply because she wouldn't pick it up. She didn't reply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried to call her office twice and nobody is picking up. I texted her again and said "Dr Ong I'm so sorry I can't go to the office today cause I have an appointments. I will come again tomorrow. I've tried to call but nobody pick up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not even 1 minute my phone beeps, it was from Dr Ong, she replied "Do not need to"&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit irritated by the way she replied, is it just me or will you be pissed off if u were me? I'm trying to show her some respect here. But... hmmphh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my bro again at PS to watch "Race to witch mountain"&lt;br /&gt;Been watching meaningless movies these couple of days. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So what's the food for today's lunch &amp;amp; dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lunch is at Ichiban Sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-qOMv7I_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/HBs6i2QZuMM/s1600-h/DSC05330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-qOMv7I_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/HBs6i2QZuMM/s320/DSC05330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314153246237598706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chawanmushi, Eldo's favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-qNn-5XkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-CTR7eDOCvc/s1600-h/DSC05328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-qNn-5XkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-CTR7eDOCvc/s320/DSC05328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314153236368285250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Karagee 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-qNrAIQRI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vu6dZh0yaKw/s1600-h/DSC05327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-qNrAIQRI/AAAAAAAAAe4/vu6dZh0yaKw/s320/DSC05327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314153237178761490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unagi cheese sushi 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-qNZtWJjI/AAAAAAAAAew/0EtxnjW5cQw/s1600-h/DSC05326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-qNZtWJjI/AAAAAAAAAew/0EtxnjW5cQw/s320/DSC05326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314153232536577586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egg roll with Unagi 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-twN_7VGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/-DouVQitBOQ/s1600-h/DSC05332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-twN_7VGI/AAAAAAAAAfw/-DouVQitBOQ/s320/DSC05332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314157129223591010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner is @ Ayam Penyet Ria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-sCCoauGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TBtcfNKIqck/s1600-h/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-sCCoauGI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TBtcfNKIqck/s320/DSC05335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314155236386584674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-sB8CA_OI/AAAAAAAAAfY/v0kJNhP6NAE/s1600-h/DSC05334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-sB8CA_OI/AAAAAAAAAfY/v0kJNhP6NAE/s320/DSC05334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314155234614901986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pecel lele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-sBarkS7I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/GtuS-tstesI/s1600-h/DSC05333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-sBarkS7I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/GtuS-tstesI/s320/DSC05333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314155225662376882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es Campur n Barley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm reading "Chasing Harry Winston" for killing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb-s51YUgiI/AAAAAAAAAfo/C86VIzmQ1co/s1600-h/productsthumb344chasingharrywinston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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I haven't got any job yet. I'm just helping out Dr. Ong to translate some documents for the day. I'm supposed to go the farm today, looks like she canceled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San I called home at 7+ this morning and asked me to be ready as Dr. Ong will come soon. I didn't pick up the phone, Tua Kim did. So Tua Kim pass me the message. Tua Kim asked what time is Dr. Ong picking me up and whether I have Dr. Ong's phone number.&lt;br /&gt;I said that I don't have, so I texted San I and asked her Dr. Ong's phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called but nobody pick it up, so I text Dr. Ong. There's no reply til 8+ so I decided to sleep again. Til then I heard a phone call, and again Tua Kim pick it up. She said that Dr Ong will pick me up at 9.45am. Tua Kim is lovely, the best A Kim among others, she doesn't nag so much, doesn't complain so much. And she is so understanding. I wish all my other relatives are like her. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 9.30 I wake up &amp;amp; get ready. But I waited til 10 but she still haven't arrive yet.&lt;br /&gt;At 10+ the doorbell rang and I rushed my way downstairs and enter her car. I said Hi and she's just silent. I don't know why, maybe she's just too tired. Let's think positively here :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reached the Bio Living office and start working. It's more like i'm being her assistant :-D&lt;br /&gt;I ate lunch together with the girl that's working there. Her name is Sharol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood to talk much today, and looks like she is a type of girl who doesn't talk much as well. LOL. So basically our conversation is really short. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4+ Dr Ong said that she is going to my home to meet my aunt. So I'm going with her. When I reached home, I texted my bro and told him to meet me up at Junction 8, Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at the food court and ordered Pepper Lunch. I had the Salmon Pepper Rice, yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we watched Dragon Ball Evolution, there were many childrens in the cinema. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After movie, I went back home to rest. Again, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supper for tonight, e-royce chocolate. 1 is never enough. So I took another bites and another 1, til one row is gone. LOL. I could have finish 1 box in 5 minutes, but I resist it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb5wkTGV71I/AAAAAAAAAeI/3_FSBN3QeJ8/s1600-h/DSC05320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb5wkTGV71I/AAAAAAAAAeI/3_FSBN3QeJ8/s320/DSC05320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808379248242514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb5w2Gd8x0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/q8QQwGK7t8g/s1600-h/DSC05322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb5w2Gd8x0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/q8QQwGK7t8g/s320/DSC05322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808685095241538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb5wlP5Qt2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/dH7ugVjwxp8/s1600-h/DSC05324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb5wlP5Qt2I/AAAAAAAAAeY/dH7ugVjwxp8/s320/DSC05324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808395567937378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb5wlXA9WAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/tKXcpO5Wu_8/s1600-h/DSC05325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb5wlXA9WAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/tKXcpO5Wu_8/s320/DSC05325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313808397479270402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3169896511471280045?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3169896511471280045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3169896511471280045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3169896511471280045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3169896511471280045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/1st-day-of-work.html' title='1st day of work'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb5wkTGV71I/AAAAAAAAAeI/3_FSBN3QeJ8/s72-c/DSC05320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4524791988871417997</id><published>2009-03-16T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:06:07.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart 2 heart</title><content type='html'>I am turning 24 this year, mature enough to make my own decision. But, what if nobody cares about your decision and you should do as what they say? Or what if you don't have the guts to share your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 24 year old woman or shall I say girl? LOL. I have accomplished NOTHING despite my degree in MIS that I didn't even enjoy. I'm ashamed of myself, been spoiling myself with unnecessary shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;Let alone my career, leave the relationship for now, let's not think about bonding any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even think of what I'm good at. Looks like I have no talent in anything T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be good if none of my relatives meddle my life. I have the right to choose. I know they are concern about me, but not too much. It would even be better if all of them have the same suggestion instead of giving me all those talks that makes my head spin and my brain to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they've given me a different suggestion and none of it really helps me. It's not that I don't wanna work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the world economy won't compromise with me neither way. Why does the recession must happened this year? Come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so down lately and don't really wanna talk about this stuff to anybody, I prefer to be alone when i'm not in the mood, so I would just write down all my rants in my blog. Hehe. Somehow, I need help T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is something that I shouldn't be stressing about, but frankly speaking, i am a type of person that is overly sensitive about everything. I always care about what other people says though I might look that I don't even bother about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't simply do the "masuk kuping kiri, keluar kuping kanan". Seriously, I just can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4524791988871417997?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4524791988871417997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4524791988871417997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4524791988871417997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4524791988871417997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/heart-2-heart.html' title='heart 2 heart'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-986069826528383015</id><published>2009-03-15T22:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:20:10.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo City</title><content type='html'>Meet Lidya n my bro @ Vivo City today to watch a movie. I 've tricked them so that I can watch the horror movie i've been waiting to watch. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro was sitting with no one on his right side, til the movie is starting and he change his position to be near me. He is so lame... lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the movie, somebody that's been sitting in the front move backwards and sit beside my bro. A few minutes later, my bro keep looking at the couple at his side, when I asked him, he said "It looks like that the girl is really scared cause she keep sighing. Then I told Lidya, both of us were laughing out loud, looks like we are watching a comedy, not a horror movie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my lunch for today is ... (u name it! i have no idea what do u call this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0bZvUX7TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/W_kyGzZUYqU/s1600-h/DSC05304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0bZvUX7TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/W_kyGzZUYqU/s320/DSC05304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313433264379653426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0ZYusuWnI/AAAAAAAAAcw/iYgY1VZ0DPY/s1600-h/DSC05305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0ZYusuWnI/AAAAAAAAAcw/iYgY1VZ0DPY/s320/DSC05305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313431048010226290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is lidya's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch @ the Food Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner is at The Asian Cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0aIeRyOpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ujRYfJ1i2KE/s1600-h/DSC05307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0aIeRyOpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ujRYfJ1i2KE/s320/DSC05307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313431868235987602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0aIkVNtwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1y3kLAjMsnA/s1600-h/DSC05309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0aIkVNtwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/1y3kLAjMsnA/s320/DSC05309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313431869860984578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0aJLBcbnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/o0vpiVMil9k/s1600-h/DSC05312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0aJLBcbnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/o0vpiVMil9k/s320/DSC05312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313431880247045746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0cUOOcBrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/beqF42LqYPU/s1600-h/DSC05311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0cUOOcBrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/beqF42LqYPU/s320/DSC05311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313434269108668082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0aIg8fqmI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/59z3eyJ9O0M/s1600-h/DSC05310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0aIg8fqmI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/59z3eyJ9O0M/s320/DSC05310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313431868951997026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've bought 3 necklaces and 1 bangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0cUd1P8_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/XN0jdGk5kVo/s1600-h/DSC05314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0cUd1P8_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/XN0jdGk5kVo/s320/DSC05314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313434273297986546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0cUtDt-jI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GKkdBmuIYuI/s1600-h/DSC05315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0cUtDt-jI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GKkdBmuIYuI/s320/DSC05315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313434277385206322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0cUs1JbLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Ofk-TM5f0zo/s1600-h/DSC05317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0cUs1JbLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Ofk-TM5f0zo/s320/DSC05317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313434277324090546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go to bed now. I am super duper tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-986069826528383015?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/986069826528383015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=986069826528383015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/986069826528383015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/986069826528383015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/vivo-city.html' title='Vivo City'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sb0bZvUX7TI/AAAAAAAAAdg/W_kyGzZUYqU/s72-c/DSC05304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6631694699602216324</id><published>2009-03-12T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:59:05.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon</title><content type='html'>The movie is out today. I wanna watch it, but I don't think nobody are dare to watch it. Muahauhua. I'm such a horror movie freak. I've watched the movie trailers. It is scary as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sbktjk-2A8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/j5mZV8cwwsM/s1600-h/590663comingsooncustomjancoveyh0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sbktjk-2A8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/j5mZV8cwwsM/s200/590663comingsooncustomjancoveyh0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327324706145218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a quiz in facebook, and I'll rate it as 4.5 out of 5. Almost true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Karaktermu PLEGMATIS&lt;img src="http://172.31.254.242/67.228.129.111/static_img/blank.png" /&gt;          &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div id="app35061842905_result_description" fbcontext="2b806d434064"&gt;             &lt;p&gt;Anda sangat handal dalam hal diplomatis dan penengah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anda bagaikan malaikat yang membawa kedamaian di muka bumi yang kacau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anda adalah pendengar nomor wahid sejagad raya, itulah kenapa orang menyukai anda. Kebaikan, konsistensi dan loyalitas anda, membuat anda bisa menjadi orang kepercayaan dimana mana. Betapa dunia damai dengan adanya anda... lagi lagi, karena anda seorang pendengar sejati dan menghindari sengketa, anda sulit mengatakan \\\\"tidak\\\\" terhadap sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kurang ketegasan adalah hal yang paling terlihat dari diri anda dimana pun anda berada. Keputusan yang lama membuat anda sebaiknya tidak mengambil keputusan sama sekali. Akibat hal hal diatas, maka kepekaan akan keadaan sekitar semakin berkurang. emosinya seperti tidak terdeteksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anda tidak akan tahu orang ini sedih atau bahagia. ungkapan yang sering diucapkannya adalah \\\\"hmm\\\\" sebagai respon orang lain yang berbicara kepadanya. entah maksud \\\\"hmm\\\\" itu ya atau tidak, itu tidak jelas.. yang jelas pasti cuma menerima dan menundanya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; hal hal yang perlu terus diatasi setiap hari adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Belajar berkata \\\\"maaf saya ada kegiatan lain sehingga tidak bisa ...\\\\". Dan lakukan kegiatan tersebut untuk manfaat diri anda sendiri. Waktu anda berharga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Ambil keputusan segera akan sesuatu. Bahkan hal kecil sekalipun. Lakukan sebisa nya anda dan hargailah hasil yang anda peroleh sebagai tanda bahwa anda sekarang lebih baik lagi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 3. Sedikitlah lebih keras ke diri sendiri dalam bertindak. Baik berkata \\\\"tidak\\\\", pengambilan keputusan akan sesuatu, yak sekarang pulang, dan lain lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Belajarlah untuk mengungkapkan pendapat sendiri. Mulailah secara bertahap, mulailah dari sekarang.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;My mum texted me again, she asked my opinion whether to get E71 or BB Bold.&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Kalo mama yg pake yah mendingan E71 aja, BB nanti mama gak ngerti lagi"&lt;br /&gt;Mum: "Ok nanti mama beli E71 aja, tapi tukar dengan punyamu ya. Karena kalau beli di indo gak bisa mandarin"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yah kalo mama mau tuker sih mendingan jgn yg sama deh, mending beli BB"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she haven't reply me til now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunch for today: Chicken Briyani &amp;amp; Banana Prata. Nehi nehi... Kuchi Kuchi Ku Ta He... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sbkw__6FYyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Qufn-7wlllk/s1600-h/DSC05295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sbkw__6FYyI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Qufn-7wlllk/s320/DSC05295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312331111505158946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbkxAH1C-GI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZEAkKI2ET5w/s1600-h/DSC05297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbkxAH1C-GI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZEAkKI2ET5w/s320/DSC05297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312331113631512674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dinner for today is Beef Ball Noodle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbkxAoKsJbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mhYJ2ci6x5E/s1600-h/DSC05298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbkxAoKsJbI/AAAAAAAAAcg/mhYJ2ci6x5E/s320/DSC05298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312331122312226226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6631694699602216324?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6631694699602216324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6631694699602216324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6631694699602216324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6631694699602216324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sbktjk-2A8I/AAAAAAAAAcI/j5mZV8cwwsM/s72-c/590663comingsooncustomjancoveyh0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2874722359314568137</id><published>2009-03-11T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:52:03.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakerz'in &amp; Wakashachiya</title><content type='html'>28th of February~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do a little flashback. Watch "My Bloody Valentine" 3D at Vivo City today. The movie isn't good, but I love the 3-D sensation. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJqmP3CvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nbOREMG4zpU/s1600-h/bloodyvalentine3dfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJqmP3CvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nbOREMG4zpU/s320/bloodyvalentine3dfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311936019165547250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, we went to eat something sweet @ Bakerz'in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJCV-PCgI/AAAAAAAAAao/qgwkKjJEo3A/s1600-h/DSC05075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJCV-PCgI/AAAAAAAAAao/qgwkKjJEo3A/s320/DSC05075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311935327601887746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJCiWeZ5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/m2T7xkVl_8k/s1600-h/DSC05076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJCiWeZ5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/m2T7xkVl_8k/s320/DSC05076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311935330924783506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies and cream cheese cake, 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJC5pn71I/AAAAAAAAAbA/31E6xwoknWQ/s1600-h/DSC05084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJC5pn71I/AAAAAAAAAbA/31E6xwoknWQ/s320/DSC05084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311935337179115346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm chocolate cake 8/10, i prefer the cookies and cream cheese cake better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJCprImjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Di-qayGUOJY/s1600-h/DSC05080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJCprImjI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Di-qayGUOJY/s320/DSC05080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311935332890483250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a latte ordered by Cla. It's cute with the heart shape foam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner is at Wakasshachiya at The Central, Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfODiFUR1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BDK_kpkV0Ao/s1600-h/DSC05087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfODiFUR1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/BDK_kpkV0Ao/s320/DSC05087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311940845590824786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfODyb-p6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/1nhHE9xfzHI/s1600-h/DSC05088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfODyb-p6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/1nhHE9xfzHI/s320/DSC05088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311940849980843938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry Udon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfOEPWHNlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PzZI4amvGFE/s1600-h/DSC05090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfOEPWHNlI/AAAAAAAAAbo/PzZI4amvGFE/s320/DSC05090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311940857740867154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Fried Salmon Curry Udon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfOD1pkfwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5lFd-OcV4YI/s1600-h/DSC05089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfOD1pkfwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5lFd-OcV4YI/s320/DSC05089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311940850843156226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Karaage Curry Udon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfOuEwJTZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ivpNF4jevu4/s1600-h/DSC05091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfOuEwJTZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/ivpNF4jevu4/s320/DSC05091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311941576451771794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renkon Chips Curry Udon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfP2nExdWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lMo446jvV4s/s1600-h/DSC05094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfP2nExdWI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lMo446jvV4s/s320/DSC05094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311942822615676258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suryana &amp;amp; Stephen, do you think they match each other? :-p&lt;br /&gt;It's good if they are couple since they look alike. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfOubJGQ9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Zql0pL3XD3g/s1600-h/DSC05096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfOubJGQ9I/AAAAAAAAAb4/Zql0pL3XD3g/s320/DSC05096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311941582462010322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2874722359314568137?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2874722359314568137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2874722359314568137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2874722359314568137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2874722359314568137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/bakerzin-wakashachiya.html' title='Bakerz&apos;in &amp; Wakashachiya'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfJqmP3CvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/nbOREMG4zpU/s72-c/bloodyvalentine3dfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5380093081129660854</id><published>2009-03-11T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:15:47.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>Nothing fancy today. I managed to get myself to stay at home. Anyhow I don't feel well, so I don't feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a spooky nightmare. Yesterday I sleep earlier cause I'm too dizzy to do anything. At 11pm, Stephen called me but I didn't pick it up. I was having a headache so it's hard for me to get out of the bed and get my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my expectation, it still continues on my dream. LOL. In my dream, he called me because there's a ghost in his room and he need me to help him out. I always find my dreams are weird enough to get everyone laugh their asses of me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recall what happen next, I only remember that I'm being chased by the ghost. I wasn't afraid of it. And I still remember that the ghost appearance looks like a ghost in the scary movie :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely took a nap in the afternoon (since i'm in Singapore), but it's an exception for today. I got dizzy again and I take a nap, hoping that I will feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a text msg from my mum, she said that I will be in Medan from the 27th of March until 7th of April. Afterwards, I text Udin and ask whether I can stay at her place or can't I? She replied and she is okay with it. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 6pm and buy myself a KFC for dinner, 2 pieces of chickens, coleslaw, mashed potatoes and Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfFF8VPUGI/AAAAAAAAAag/esnaUpLGuXw/s1600-h/DSC05294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfFF8VPUGI/AAAAAAAAAag/esnaUpLGuXw/s320/DSC05294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311930991392018530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5380093081129660854?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5380093081129660854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5380093081129660854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5380093081129660854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5380093081129660854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfFF8VPUGI/AAAAAAAAAag/esnaUpLGuXw/s72-c/DSC05294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4598392871002868664</id><published>2009-03-10T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:49:48.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short trip to JB</title><content type='html'>My social pass is about to expire in a few days, so I have to go out of Singapore. I've tried to extend it from the website my friend has given me, but the ICA rejected it! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I'm thinking of Batam, and I think again, why don't I go to Johor Bahru? At least I can eat Nando's there. In the next minute, i found myself google-ing the location of Nando's in JB.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that i'm always busy thinking of what to eat today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB, it reminds me of Phua Chu Kan. Oh I miss the Phua Chu Kang show!!!! Hahaha... PCK Private Limited. Best in singapore, JB and some say Batam. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I texted Diana and ask her to accompany me to JB. Luckily, she can go with me, if not i will be on my own. Never been to JB before, and I've heard the level of crime is quite high. Clarissa is going to JB too, i was in the same flight with her before, but she is going to JB with her parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only cost SGD$2.40 to go to JB, isn't it cheap? The journey is about 30 minutes. We went to the information and ask them where's the nearest Nando's, they said it's at Plaza Pelangi and by taxi it will cost approximately RMB10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk to the taxi stand and ask how much does it cost to go to Plaza Pelangi, and the taxi driver said it's RMB10. So we hop into the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila~ our lunch for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZfAqZAspI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4Xj0RdRXhtQ/s1600-h/DSC05277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZfAqZAspI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4Xj0RdRXhtQ/s320/DSC05277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311537275513909906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is a quarter chicken with Peri Corn and Mediterranean Rice, extra hot Peri Peri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZfAu0GOrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pPwZGTD8dKE/s1600-h/DSC05278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZfAu0GOrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/pPwZGTD8dKE/s320/DSC05278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311537276701260466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana ordered a quarter chicken with Peri Peri Chips and Peri Corn, hot peri peri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZfAwO94gI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oigu2MnQjY8/s1600-h/DSC05282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZfAwO94gI/AAAAAAAAAYo/oigu2MnQjY8/s320/DSC05282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311537277082395138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZfA3MdqlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/GHyN5yz_WXw/s1600-h/DSC05283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZfA3MdqlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/GHyN5yz_WXw/s320/DSC05283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311537278950943314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we go back to City Square and stroll around. I've get myself an earring and a ring. We are back to Singapore @ 5pm. Thanks God we are safe to be back to home without any harm :-P~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a picture before we left JB.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZhVlINM0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/jjHi3oJvlbo/s1600-h/DSC05289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZhVlINM0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/jjHi3oJvlbo/s320/DSC05289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311539833901757250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZhV4s8N4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/fAcz8hnMXhk/s1600-h/DSC05292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZhV4s8N4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/fAcz8hnMXhk/s320/DSC05292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311539839156107138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to continue on my 2 blog entries of yesterday and the day before yesterday. LOL. Shouldn't postpone it cause I'm sure will forgot about it soon. I'll continue tomorrow. I have to rest cause I'm having a headache right now. Gd nite everyone. For those reading my blog, thanks for visiting me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4598392871002868664?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4598392871002868664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4598392871002868664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4598392871002868664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4598392871002868664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-trip-to-jb.html' title='A short trip to JB'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbZfAqZAspI/AAAAAAAAAYY/4Xj0RdRXhtQ/s72-c/DSC05277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3536896142517139487</id><published>2009-03-09T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:30:00.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>8th of March~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at 9.30 am to go to the toilet. Then I am back to my bed,  still too sleepy to do anything, gone to sleep again til i heard somebody is opening the door and i wake up. Took a long shower and texted Lidya and ask her what time are we meeting up, she replied at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the clock, it's only 11am, another 2 hours to go. We are planning to meet at Bugis today.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what I've been doing but I arrived at Bugis at around 1.30pm. LOL. Lidya haven't arrive yet so I decided to buy the movie tickets beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm too hungry, I get myself some fishballs and Dok Bu Ki. In the end, when she arrived, I'm full and I ordered a Banana Prata. Lidya ordered Yong Dau Fu. There are no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to the Bugis Market, opposite the Bugis Junction. Lidya is looking for a shoes. We are not done with shopping yet, unfortunately the clock has shown that we must go back to Bugis Junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts at 4.30. We are a bit hungry, so we took a bites at Swensen's for a minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcR1CwSFpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/M-5LpAGmDig/s1600-h/DSC05259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcR1CwSFpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/M-5LpAGmDig/s320/DSC05259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311733888476911250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcR1bS28FI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yL_hdvmDMuQ/s1600-h/DSC05262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcR1bS28FI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yL_hdvmDMuQ/s320/DSC05262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311733895064383570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcR1QA7OkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cfFfyvhIY24/s1600-h/DSC05263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcR1QA7OkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/cfFfyvhIY24/s320/DSC05263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311733892036377154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana covered Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied after filling our stomach. We went to the toilet and the movie has started T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are struggling to find our seats cause it is too dark and the seat number is not glowing, so we are unable to see. What happen next is I went out of the cinema and laugh. LOL. Obviously Lidya is laughing too. This laughing moment always there for us. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then we are back to the cinema and managed to find our seats. Muahuahau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are watching Marley and Me, I found that the story line is a bit slow and kinda boring. But overall the movie was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner at Crystal Jade, Hongkong restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcShfNnD4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/55WvsL7edoU/s1600-h/DSC05264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcShfNnD4I/AAAAAAAAAZo/55WvsL7edoU/s320/DSC05264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311734652030357378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcShS-jTHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/EK8g0pKHkig/s1600-h/DSC05265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcShS-jTHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/EK8g0pKHkig/s320/DSC05265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311734648745970802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcShuG36PI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OfJv8ZqP0EQ/s1600-h/DSC05266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcShuG36PI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/OfJv8ZqP0EQ/s320/DSC05266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311734656028633330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm back home, I watch the news. I just found out that the Merlion has been struck by a lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcPZcZWnjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EyHhdIA6VQQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcPZcZWnjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EyHhdIA6VQQ/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311731215300468274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's an earth hour on 28th of March at 8.30 pm. So for whatever companies, government agencies, educational instituations, hotels or buildings that are participating for this earth hour, they are gonna turn off their lights for an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3536896142517139487?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3536896142517139487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3536896142517139487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3536896142517139487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3536896142517139487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/marley-me.html' title='Marley &amp; Me'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbcR1CwSFpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/M-5LpAGmDig/s72-c/DSC05259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5314763524427645292</id><published>2009-03-09T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:53:49.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog Porridge</title><content type='html'>7th of March~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made an appointment at 3pm to meet Yuri at Orchard. Yuri is my cousin's friend. I'm going to pass her the blackberry that she bought from my cousin.  I've seen here once in Padang years ago, but I still remember her face. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pouring heavily and Yuri ask me whether she can meet me at 5pm instead of 3pm. I said, no problem, I'm not in a hurry anyway. I was already in Orchard to meet Udin again. She's still in the hotel and just came back from the Mandai Crematorium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go with her, but it's too early and i'm too lazy to wake up early in the morning. I haven't visit Jemmy there since last year I think, meanie me. LOL. So sorry dear! It's been 4 years since he is gone. Whoaa time flies~ I'll find a good time to visit him, it's been raining this few weeks (what an excuse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I wait for Udin, I was wandering around Tangs and I found something that catch my eyes. Someone is promoting a wok, what amaze me is the way she cook. Hehe... in the end I stand there for 30 minutes til Udin said that she is on the way to Tangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to help her to buy a lip gloss from Benefit. I met her at Paragon. She's with her uncle and her aunty. We went to Tangs and to Far East. I asked Yuri to come to Far East and pick up her blackberry. Yuri arrives in the next 5 minutes, she is cute. She keeps saying "Sorry" and "Thank You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went go Geylang Lorong 9 to eat frog porridge. Seriously, it's so yummy. But it was too hot!!!! Udin's uncle ordered an extra spicy for the frogs. Oh geez, i wanna eat more but i cannot take the severe hot taste. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfB893Cm-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lk4JpLhF-Kk/s1600-h/DSC05249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfB893Cm-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lk4JpLhF-Kk/s320/DSC05249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927538648521698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfB8-v1ZMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7sxfu7kSZ4w/s1600-h/DSC05246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfB8-v1ZMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/7sxfu7kSZ4w/s320/DSC05246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927538886730946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfB88ORQQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LyK25CsKDZg/s1600-h/DSC05252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfB88ORQQI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LyK25CsKDZg/s320/DSC05252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927538209079554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfB8oVpmxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DMkK18qrnBs/s1600-h/DSC05245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfB8oVpmxI/AAAAAAAAAaA/DMkK18qrnBs/s320/DSC05245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927532871326482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt; coffee spare ribs. A unique taste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5314763524427645292?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5314763524427645292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5314763524427645292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5314763524427645292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5314763524427645292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/frog-porridge.html' title='Frog Porridge'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbfB893Cm-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lk4JpLhF-Kk/s72-c/DSC05249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2356443031778994093</id><published>2009-03-08T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:14:39.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping time</title><content type='html'>5th of March&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep the entry short. I'll just post my pictures and describe it shortly. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKespQEH5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Cg-aMnxJI4w/s1600-h/DSC05191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKespQEH5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Cg-aMnxJI4w/s320/DSC05191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310481400447901586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, this is our lunch, Bak Kut Teh @ Rangoon Road. 5 out of 5. Yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKesqcFxLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/FOUydxfggIo/s1600-h/DSC05213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKesqcFxLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/FOUydxfggIo/s320/DSC05213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310481400766776498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKes5XrKJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YMkG4cUc33s/s1600-h/DSC05214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKes5XrKJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YMkG4cUc33s/s320/DSC05214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310481404774787218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time time snacks, Potato Skin &amp;amp; Mocktails @ Central, Bugis. 2 out of 3. Tasteless. But the drink is okay. And the atmosphere is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKetH0zzTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0pxrIVyYQUA/s1600-h/DSC05220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKetH0zzTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0pxrIVyYQUA/s320/DSC05220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310481408655084850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKetVgGrHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lsQ_dC7jQ-Q/s1600-h/DSC05221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKetVgGrHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lsQ_dC7jQ-Q/s320/DSC05221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310481412326337650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKfbBmxDxI/AAAAAAAAAXs/pHS5xe7DQvY/s1600-h/DSC05222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKfbBmxDxI/AAAAAAAAAXs/pHS5xe7DQvY/s320/DSC05222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310482197259554578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner, Pepper Lunch @ Shaw House. 3 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKfbCDuntI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ag9F7VU7PCM/s1600-h/DSC05234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKfbCDuntI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ag9F7VU7PCM/s320/DSC05234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310482197381029586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us posing at home. LOL. We bought the same clothes @ Isetan. Anyway, I wanna get that sandals @ Pretty Fit. Gosh, I've spend $800 in 3 weeks. Mum, please don't nag at me. Huhuhu. I've bought 3 new shoes. Proven that I'm a shoe-a-holic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKhJi-_cqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Lcf0gNVGHng/s1600-h/DSC05255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKhJi-_cqI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Lcf0gNVGHng/s320/DSC05255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310484096005141154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKhJ0oDuRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/h0_yduJjGd4/s1600-h/DSC05257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKhJ0oDuRI/AAAAAAAAAYE/h0_yduJjGd4/s320/DSC05257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310484100740790546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKhKHsC0qI/AAAAAAAAAYM/VcxZCCWVt70/s1600-h/DSC05258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKhKHsC0qI/AAAAAAAAAYM/VcxZCCWVt70/s320/DSC05258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310484105857782434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2356443031778994093?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2356443031778994093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2356443031778994093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2356443031778994093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2356443031778994093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/shopping-time.html' title='Shopping time'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKespQEH5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Cg-aMnxJI4w/s72-c/DSC05191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-7650090606422533044</id><published>2009-03-07T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:07:38.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>6th of March~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so down. Luckily Udin is here and accompany me through my lonely night. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We wake up at 9am and her uncle call her and ask her to come to Holiday Inn and stay with him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we are planning to go to the funeral today. So Udin packed all her stuffs and we take a cab and go to Holiday Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her uncle and her aunty. Her uncle is damn funny, love to make jokes. He always make us laugh. I wish my uncle is like him, how happy will us be. Gosh... whenever I try to talk about my family, the pressure is really on. It's messing my brain and makes me dizzy. But I don't dare to talk to anyone else, cause it will makes me look like an idiot. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's change the topic. So we reached the funeral parlour near Eunos. Not so many people, there's only one family and diana's grandma. She look so sad :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we "pai pai" and diana's uncle n aunty went to look into her grandpa for the last time. Udin is not looking cause she told me that she's scared. I keep asking her to see, but I failed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chit chat in "siantar" language. I don't even understand any words they are saying, it's boring to me. But I don't mind :-) I must show them my respect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1 pm and her uncle wants to have lunch. So one of the family send us to Geylang to eat the turtle soup at Lorong 21. After that we go to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen called and he said that he is coming to Orchard to have dinner with me. As usual, he keeps giving me advise that I don't really wanna hear. I had enough, but it seems that he doesn't care at all. I can't take it anymore and I said "Okay, drop it. If u keep saying about this stuff, I don't have the mood to eat anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he is silent. We had dinner @ Din Dai Fung in Wisma Atria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKahMY2UiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FmL2nMjy_bA/s1600-h/DSC05241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKahMY2UiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FmL2nMjy_bA/s320/DSC05241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310476805675045410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKah1FHnaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/VRzXB0mgbLY/s1600-h/DSC05242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKah1FHnaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/VRzXB0mgbLY/s320/DSC05242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310476816598146466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKaiCeEd9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/uVsYb7Tnylk/s1600-h/DSC05243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKaiCeEd9I/AAAAAAAAAWM/uVsYb7Tnylk/s320/DSC05243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310476820192458706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKaiTUST2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/iD7jvqbOb4k/s1600-h/DSC05244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKaiTUST2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/iD7jvqbOb4k/s320/DSC05244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310476824714825570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating for the food is 4 out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back home, my aunty and uncle and their one and only son just arrived. The first thing that my aunty is saying "Lu bo co cheng khi chu hio... co mik tho kha ane lak sam"&lt;br /&gt;I was like whatttttttttt?? I did clean up the house... geez... she is such a grumbler...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-7650090606422533044?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7650090606422533044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=7650090606422533044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7650090606422533044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7650090606422533044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKahMY2UiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/FmL2nMjy_bA/s72-c/DSC05241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6371242439191815619</id><published>2009-03-05T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:12:17.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Brenner</title><content type='html'>4th of March~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udin called me at around 6pm, she is still at the airport. She just came back from Xiamen. I was damn hungry and ask her to get her ass down here asap.&lt;br /&gt;She said that her luggage has been checked in, so she doesn't carry anything. There's only one carrier so we can just meet up at the city. She is going back to Medan tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet up at City Hall, cause we're so furious about this max brenner. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the Esplanade Mall, I received a phone call from unknown number, I thought it was Aldo since he loves to missed calls me! Here's the conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hallo, Elsa hio?"&lt;br /&gt;"Iya"&lt;br /&gt;"Wa si diana e mak a"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was silent for a second cause I was thinking. Which Diana? I have 3 friends named Diana.&lt;br /&gt;Then she continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Diana kau sing ga po liao boi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo now I know that she's talking about Udin. LOL. So I pass my phone to Udin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she hang up, Diana told me that her grandpa's brother passed away, so she's going to stay in singapore for another 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;She's a bit confused, She keeps saying "What about my luggage? I've checked in" I'm too hungry and can't think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to try to call Changi airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit at Max Brenner and try to think of a way. Then I think of 1 solution. Why don't we go to Changi and try to change her departure plus get her luggage so she have something to wear (Ps. My clothes won't suit her... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKRVzLpaDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JXSNVwJvdLQ/s1600-h/DSC05176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKRVzLpaDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JXSNVwJvdLQ/s320/DSC05176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310466714325575730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKRVkIyOiI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_QBuA9hNDRE/s1600-h/DSC05173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKRVkIyOiI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_QBuA9hNDRE/s320/DSC05173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310466710287039010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to sit quietly and drink slowly, so that we can enjoy every sip of it. Indeed, we ate quickly and drink quickly so we can go to the airport earlier (it's 8pm on the clock)&lt;br /&gt;We rushed quickly to the airport when we are done. Go to the Singapore Airlines Ticketing, then he gives us direction on what we should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we must go to Row 11 or 12, tell them that we wanna off-load. First step is done.&lt;br /&gt;The next step is to go to the arrival hall and get the luggage at the lost and found counter.&lt;br /&gt;We walk to the arrival hall and ask the information counter on the whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;The lady tried to call the lost and found staffs but they didn't pick it up, it's been around 10 minutes. Then we call the customer service center to change the booking.&lt;br /&gt;Done, she have changed the booking and now we are still waiting for our luggage.&lt;br /&gt;The lady on the phone seems nice, not like the one she called at Max Brenner. Diana said that she is Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we are back to the information counter, they still said that the person still not picking up the phone. So one of the lady goes inside and talk to the staff at the lost and found counter. When she is back, she said that we still have to wait til 10 pm, the luggage is not there yet. We watch our clock, its still 9pm+. So we stroll around Terminal 2 to wait until 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we get our luggage, we went to terminal 3 to have dinner. We ate at the food court,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKRWFZ13jI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gPs_sqYfJC0/s1600-h/DSC05185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKRWFZ13jI/AAAAAAAAAVk/gPs_sqYfJC0/s320/DSC05185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310466719216950834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKRWbWOlYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A5vF45TD2ow/s1600-h/DSC05187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKRWbWOlYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/A5vF45TD2ow/s320/DSC05187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310466725107373442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back home safely and exhaustively. Today is another tiring day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6371242439191815619?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6371242439191815619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6371242439191815619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6371242439191815619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6371242439191815619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/max-brenner.html' title='Max Brenner'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SbKRVzLpaDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/JXSNVwJvdLQ/s72-c/DSC05176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2300205268643392722</id><published>2009-03-04T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:21:36.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray !!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, the videos are taking to long because of my slow connection. It's been hours and it haven't complete uploaded yet. I'll just try to upload it again when I'm back to Indo.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got another phone call from my mum, she told me to work at Padang. And I was silent for about 5 seconds and my mum keep asking me "Ya?" "Ya?". She knew that I might not like it but still asking me to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning right now. Hmphh... anyway thanks to C Suri for teaching me how to put a chat box into your blog. LOL. I will try to personalize my blog soon after.... just wait.... LOL&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Udin right now. Why she haven't arrive yet? I wanna go to Max Brenner T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2300205268643392722?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2300205268643392722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2300205268643392722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2300205268643392722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2300205268643392722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/hooray.html' title='Hooray !!!'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5468971325540915122</id><published>2009-03-03T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:07:49.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Icing Room</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, I text Tessa and said that somebody might be hacking her friendster. Cause I viewed Tessa's profile and I saw some of the profile has been edited and the shout out is too rude. I don't think she will write something like that. Therefore, she asked me to help her to change her password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I received a text from Bing2 and from Nita. Nita said that she's not going to balestier cause it is still raining. She's going to Clarke Quay to eat bak kut teh. I'm not going with her, so I text Diana and ask whether she want me to accompany her. Diana wanna go to Jurong and I invite her for a lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose to be on such a long trip is to visit "The Icing Room" at Jurong Point.&lt;br /&gt;We thought that it is located in Jurong East but we were wrong, it's in Boon Lay, so we decided to take a cab instead of taking the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's The Icing Room? It is basically a bakery store. But it's pretty unique, why? Cause you can decorate it by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You get to choose what size of cake do you want. Pay for it and you'll be given a decorative designs of toppings to personalize your cake. It's a D.I.Y cake.&lt;br /&gt;Just be creative and be artistic. I'm pretty sure Diana will do it beautifully since she is artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the store looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1FkOSikaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5OjfEvg9aUA/s1600-h/03032009153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1FkOSikaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5OjfEvg9aUA/s320/03032009153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308976024353149346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1EdzsBXqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/wIczniGkdRQ/s1600-h/03032009152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1EdzsBXqI/AAAAAAAAAUc/wIczniGkdRQ/s320/03032009152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308974814621425314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1FkthSslI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OpGhZyvFaxo/s1600-h/03032009155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1FkthSslI/AAAAAAAAAU8/OpGhZyvFaxo/s320/03032009155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308976032736522834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1GwJB9vXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yZEutvXyX4U/s1600-h/03032009157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1GwJB9vXI/AAAAAAAAAVM/yZEutvXyX4U/s320/03032009157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308977328611507570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1Fj-EPLDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mWTaeipkYuA/s1600-h/03032009152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1Fj-EPLDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mWTaeipkYuA/s320/03032009152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308976019998190642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1GvzboGsI/AAAAAAAAAVE/umXzTx3s5xU/s1600-h/03032009156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1GvzboGsI/AAAAAAAAAVE/umXzTx3s5xU/s320/03032009156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308977322813561538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that I forgot to take a picture of what the cake looks like after she decorated it. I'm uploading it in youtube. I'll post the link when it is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5468971325540915122?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5468971325540915122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5468971325540915122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5468971325540915122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5468971325540915122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/icing-room.html' title='The Icing Room'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Sa1FkOSikaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5OjfEvg9aUA/s72-c/03032009153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6648009771611964243</id><published>2009-03-03T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:12:36.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading home</title><content type='html'>Ain't no drama here. I'm heading my way back home. I received a phone call from my mum today, she said that it's better for me to be back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indo&lt;/span&gt; since it's so hard to get a job at this time. I'm tremendously glad to hear it. She said that the living cost in Singapore is high and I'll be bored to be alone here in 3 months or even more. That is so true! She's afraid that I will eat something unhealthy and afraid that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna be sick. Oh mum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I haven't apply for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LPR&lt;/span&gt; yet. Anyway, this morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Udin&lt;/span&gt; left to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xiamen&lt;/span&gt;. I've booked a taxi for her at exactly six in the morning. She ring the bell at 6.15am and I'm struggling to get my butt out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;taxinya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;belom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;datang&lt;/span&gt; ya? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; taxi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lewat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;udah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dinaekin&lt;/span&gt; org. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Apa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;itu&lt;/span&gt; taxi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gua&lt;/span&gt; ya?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Masa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt; Din? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Biasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;selalu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tepat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wkt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;deh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;taxinya&lt;/span&gt;. Lu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;coba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;tunggu&lt;/span&gt; lg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt; din", I answered her in a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too sleepy to send her off to the airport. I even hardly send her downstairs... lol...&lt;br /&gt;While I'm about to have a deep sleep, the door bell ring again, I picked it up then I heard her voice again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sa gmn nih? Kok taxinya masi blom datang?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hah? Ya udah gua telp ke taxinya deh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kring kring kring~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"Customer service, how can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. I've booked  a taxi this morning, but why does the taxi is not here yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you do an advance booking for it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I Did"&lt;br /&gt;"Wait a minute madam, I'll check, to pick up at Shaw Plaza. Twin Heights ... .... .... at 6am. Let me call the taxi driver mam. Hold on for 3 minutes please" "Unfortunately the driver didn't pick up the phone, so what I did is to call another taxi and it will be arriving in 5 minutes madam. Your taxi number is ...."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Udin ring again I told her that the taxi is arriving in 5 minutes. Geez, it never happened to me before.  And soon after that I'm getting my beauty sleep and wake up at 11am. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6648009771611964243?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6648009771611964243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6648009771611964243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6648009771611964243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6648009771611964243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/03/heading-home.html' title='Heading home'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4617139045483383640</id><published>2009-02-27T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:34:39.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacking time</title><content type='html'>I still can't figure out how to change the blog template and put a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chat box&lt;/span&gt; in my blog. As I get older, I become more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;untechie&lt;/span&gt;. And I still don't understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. How I miss the old days when I still have much time to learn about this stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to meet up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tini&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. I woke up at 11.30 unintentionally. I don't feel like waking up cause I have nothing to do in the morning. I realized that I've told Diana to be ready at 1pm. So I quickly run to the bathroom, take a shower and dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Plasa Singapura at 1pm, I called Diana but no body is picking up the phone. So I stroll around and wait for her to call me back. In about 5 minutes, she called and said that she's still at home. Gosh.... T_T I've told her that I'm hungry and told her to be hurry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who is supposed to be late and yet she is the one who is late T_T&lt;br /&gt;She said that she gonna be there in 30 minutes. Huhuhu... Din, if you are reading this, make sure you won't be late again next time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she arrived, we decided to eat the omelette, it taste so so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaeXFRR8qbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jfNdNvdsKg0/s1600-h/DSC05065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaeXFRR8qbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jfNdNvdsKg0/s320/DSC05065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307376802673240498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaeXFdNrC4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PNY4FimxdzA/s1600-h/DSC05066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaeXFdNrC4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/PNY4FimxdzA/s320/DSC05066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307376805876534146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for dinner, we eat at Sushi Tei... hm yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaeXFqSNwYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/30wMGfBTiYk/s1600-h/DSC05067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaeXFqSNwYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/30wMGfBTiYk/s320/DSC05067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307376809385247106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaeXFlLX8dI/AAAAAAAAAUM/w3cSaJC6ChA/s1600-h/DSC05070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaeXFlLX8dI/AAAAAAAAAUM/w3cSaJC6ChA/s320/DSC05070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307376808014377426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4617139045483383640?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4617139045483383640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4617139045483383640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4617139045483383640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4617139045483383640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/slacking-time.html' title='slacking time'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaeXFRR8qbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jfNdNvdsKg0/s72-c/DSC05065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-7856578731384057780</id><published>2009-02-25T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:52:47.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sinful treat</title><content type='html'>Whenever I try to stay at home &amp;amp; sit quietly, there's always someone who will invite me for either lunch or dinner. And I can't refuse, since it is boring to stay at home all alone... I need to socialize... right? (There's always a room for excuses... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;).  I did feel guilty for spending so much money on food, but... i can't resist the temptation. I've stop myself from shopping... (trying hard to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... I actually have a date with Diana... But I said that I don't feel like going out today. It turns out that I HAVE to go out, since my cousin called and ask me to buy some stuffs for her. Her parents are going back tomorrow, so I need to get the stuff by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Plasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Singapura&lt;/span&gt; and go to Action City and get the thing she want. It's a cute fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;swiss&lt;/span&gt; roll and bread, and it's pretty expensive. I know you can get it for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RMB&lt;/span&gt; 3-5 for that in Guangzhou, especially when u buy it in bulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa6rBT1WYI/AAAAAAAAATk/FSdPB32n6Tw/s1600-h/DSC05060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa6rBT1WYI/AAAAAAAAATk/FSdPB32n6Tw/s320/DSC05060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307134459151473026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa6rAHlUsI/AAAAAAAAATs/-h2xCycOvqg/s1600-h/DSC05063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa6rAHlUsI/AAAAAAAAATs/-h2xCycOvqg/s320/DSC05063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307134458831655618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call from C Pink, she wanna meet up. I bet she called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she read the comment from me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. She told C &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ipii&lt;/span&gt; that she is going back to Jakarta soon and I replied to her "U haven't meet me yet..." and i asked her... she said that's true... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dhoby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ghaut&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; is still in the north east line, but it's on the east west line. So I have to get down to City Hall and change to another train. To my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;, oh my my.... I know it's office off time and everybody are going home. But I didn't know that it's gonna be that many people. I heard an announcement "The train is gonna be delay, sorry for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt;" I can hear everybody's sighing including me... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlucky me, I'm unable to squeeze into the train so I have to wait for another train. Another train come and still I can't get in. So come the third train... finally I'm able to get in. I met C Pink @ Jco just below the escalator. A few minutes later, David came, we're still waiting for another friend. So we chit chat for a while and finally decide to go to Swensen's and have dinner without their friend. She is taking too long and we are way to hungry to wait for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hYYEaxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mvCl5sQ8eZk/s1600-h/DSC05042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hYYEaxI/AAAAAAAAAS8/mvCl5sQ8eZk/s320/DSC05042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307128795986422546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hcIApzI/AAAAAAAAATE/CLuqUn5BegQ/s1600-h/DSC05045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hcIApzI/AAAAAAAAATE/CLuqUn5BegQ/s320/DSC05045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307128796992808754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hhZZIbI/AAAAAAAAATM/7NQyB-GaS6w/s1600-h/DSC05047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hhZZIbI/AAAAAAAAATM/7NQyB-GaS6w/s320/DSC05047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307128798407893426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hogfIXI/AAAAAAAAATU/IFVQBfZQpkU/s1600-h/DSC05049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hogfIXI/AAAAAAAAATU/IFVQBfZQpkU/s320/DSC05049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307128800316694898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hg9Ui6I/AAAAAAAAATc/49Eyw6uSVyo/s1600-h/DSC05052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa1hg9Ui6I/AAAAAAAAATc/49Eyw6uSVyo/s320/DSC05052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307128798290152354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-7856578731384057780?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/7856578731384057780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=7856578731384057780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7856578731384057780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/7856578731384057780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/sinful-treat.html' title='sinful treat'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/Saa6rBT1WYI/AAAAAAAAATk/FSdPB32n6Tw/s72-c/DSC05060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5549827882708527872</id><published>2009-02-23T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:35:24.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and here comes Sunday</title><content type='html'>well well well ...... what a great day... though the sky is cloudy, but i'm in a good mood today cuz i am going to meet up with my best friend, Lidya. I've known her since primary school.&lt;br /&gt;We rarely meet since we are always in a  different country, but I'm cool with it. Now that we are in the same country, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, she was late, it was 1.30pm but she haven't arrive yet. i'm too hungry to wait for her, so i am buying a pie to fill in my empty stomach . the pie is yummy, makes me craving for Jester's pie..... ohhh... how i miss Perth ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another bite to my pie, she called "Sa, lu lagi di mana?&lt;br /&gt;Elsa: "lagi di tempat yg banyak jualan makanan"&lt;br /&gt;Lidya: "sebelah kiri apa kanan pas keluar dr mrt nya?"&lt;br /&gt;Elsa: "di kanan lid.... gua lagi makan pie nih..."&lt;br /&gt;Lidya: "dasar... ok deh gua ke sana skrg"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more bite to finish my pie she called again "Sa di mananya? Deket yg jualan Bean ya?"&lt;br /&gt;Elsa: "Iya Lid... lu masuk lagi ke dalam.... ehh itu gua udah ngeliat lu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we eat at Asian Fusion or something...  (told ya i'm not good in memorizing names).&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a Tom Yam Soup and she ordered the spicy chicken sets menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIBu1C9zuI/AAAAAAAAASE/1WhCYXZEeWw/s1600-h/DSC05030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIBu1C9zuI/AAAAAAAAASE/1WhCYXZEeWw/s320/DSC05030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305805215020994274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIBu5Fs2HI/AAAAAAAAASM/LgA46DD5p7o/s1600-h/DSC05031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIBu5Fs2HI/AAAAAAAAASM/LgA46DD5p7o/s320/DSC05031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305805216106207346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to PS to watch "New In Town". It's so funny !!!! But you can easily guess what's gonna happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIDCB9tEbI/AAAAAAAAASU/-ZxMugLU0cc/s1600-h/11457454_ori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIDCB9tEbI/AAAAAAAAASU/-ZxMugLU0cc/s200/11457454_ori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305806644417728946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for dinner... i went to ayam penyet ria again ... lol. that's because Lidya is craving for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIDtbGYeqI/AAAAAAAAASk/LN0kaacBI9M/s1600-h/DSC05033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIDtbGYeqI/AAAAAAAAASk/LN0kaacBI9M/s200/DSC05033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305807389899389602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIDtcBXVjI/AAAAAAAAASc/1cszz1XrWME/s1600-h/DSC05032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIDtcBXVjI/AAAAAAAAASc/1cszz1XrWME/s200/DSC05032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305807390146778674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny came and join us. While waiting for the bus, Danny said that he is still hungry and gonna eat something later. So I accompany him to eat at Mc Donalds. Hehe then I go back home. I have a feeling that somebody is coming. When I opened the door, I see my uncle sitting in the couch and was watching TV. He asked "Lu khi ta lok? Co kang hio?"&lt;br /&gt;Then I replied "Emsi a... wa boi than kang kok lah"&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Danny text msg me and said "Sa jangan sedih terus. Km kok kyk kepikiran apa gitu... rileks aja."&lt;br /&gt;He mention that I look different today, not as cheerful as I'm used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am like .... errrr... am I ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking for a wedding gift for Julie... what shall i get her? helpppp .. the only thing i bought is this card ... simple &amp;amp; beautiful ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIZCMfvFWI/AAAAAAAAASs/SldE8M4skkg/s1600-h/DSC05038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIZCMfvFWI/AAAAAAAAASs/SldE8M4skkg/s320/DSC05038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305830836500632930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIZCB1tToI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nFfjggIA2Wc/s1600-h/DSC05039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIZCB1tToI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nFfjggIA2Wc/s320/DSC05039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305830833640001154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5549827882708527872?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5549827882708527872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5549827882708527872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5549827882708527872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5549827882708527872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-here-comes-sunday.html' title='and here comes Sunday'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaIBu1C9zuI/AAAAAAAAASE/1WhCYXZEeWw/s72-c/DSC05030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-8052679994237198342</id><published>2009-02-21T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:26:03.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Butterfly</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went downstairs to watch Valkyrie with my brother. I was planning to watch Slumdog Millionaire, too bad they found out that my brother isn't 16 yet! LOL. That movie isn't as good as I thought, anyhow it's not my type of movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother stayed with me and left in the morning. I wake up at 10am, take a shower and dress up to meet my friends at Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Scotts Road at 12.30pm, then Stephen text msg me and said that his friend want to eat "Nasi Padang". So I head my way to Lucky Plaza and wait for him there.&lt;br /&gt;In 10 minutes he called and asked where am I? I said "I am sitting in front of Baleno".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he is with his friend called (I dunno). I'm not good in memorizing people's name. His friend recommend us to eat at "Minang ...." (oh gosh, i'm terrible). While he and his friend eat, I waited for Diana cause she hasn't come yet.  While I was about to order, Diana called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana came and I introduced her to Stephen and his friend. And I called Yuli and asked her whether she is coming with us or not. She said that she's gonna be late and she won't be going to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, all of us go to the Singapore Buddhist Lodge at Kim Yam Road and hear the talk by Ajahn Brahm. Anyway he is a Western Monk. The talk is quite interesting. It's 4 pm and he ends the talk. We decided to go to Plasa Singapura, and I call Yuli and Lisia to tell them that we are meeting at PS. We ate at Ayam Penyet Ria for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaAqvXkvHHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/emL12gylEZ0/s1600-h/DSC05021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaAqvXkvHHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/emL12gylEZ0/s320/DSC05021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305287354312760434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having Empal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaAqvaaDVkI/AAAAAAAAARs/drOBf0ugnQM/s1600-h/DSC05019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaAqvaaDVkI/AAAAAAAAARs/drOBf0ugnQM/s320/DSC05019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305287355073254978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took a pic using a Polaroid... (I feel like having one, it's cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaAqvJGmuhI/AAAAAAAAARk/-ss-86vi4JA/s1600-h/DSC05029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaAqvJGmuhI/AAAAAAAAARk/-ss-86vi4JA/s320/DSC05029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305287350428285458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaAqvGD3iII/AAAAAAAAARc/hNloyWmYUi8/s1600-h/DSC05022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaAqvGD3iII/AAAAAAAAARc/hNloyWmYUi8/s320/DSC05022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305287349611497602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-8052679994237198342?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8052679994237198342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=8052679994237198342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8052679994237198342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8052679994237198342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/social-butterfly.html' title='Social Butterfly'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SaAqvXkvHHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/emL12gylEZ0/s72-c/DSC05021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5733547129673422443</id><published>2009-02-20T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:22:10.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo box</title><content type='html'>A picture speak a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new photo box at Ciputra Mall in Pekanbaru. A lot better than the one in M studios, cause with this one you can re shoot for as many times as you like. You get to choose the background and the cover (just like the one in Guangzhou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SZ5kfFnnqSI/AAAAAAAAARM/KWvVH284kDI/s1600-h/ciputra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SZ5kfFnnqSI/AAAAAAAAARM/KWvVH284kDI/s320/ciputra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304787896336099618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Diana (aka Udin) went to Pekanbaru to meet me (oh she is so sweet... LOL). Nah... that's not the reason she came to Pekanbaru. I've asked her several of times to come to Pekanbaru cuz I'm dying to meet her. I took another pictures with her with the "Mum &amp;amp; Baby" cover. We have a memory about that during my studies in Guangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SZ5kffmjGEI/AAAAAAAAARU/C4YccjZOdwI/s1600-h/ciputra2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SZ5kffmjGEI/AAAAAAAAARU/C4YccjZOdwI/s320/ciputra2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304787903310927938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udin (pink shirt) || Tessa (brown shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another one but I haven't scan it yet. Udin went to Pekanbaru for 4 days. On day 3, she is getting bored. Pekanbaru don't have any attraction or any sight seeing places... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I don't recommend anyone to visit Pekanbaru though. Anyway, to my awareness, when I see at those pictures, I realized that I've been wearing "YELLOW" shirts. LOL. Wait til I scan the other pic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5733547129673422443?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5733547129673422443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5733547129673422443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5733547129673422443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5733547129673422443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-box.html' title='Photo box'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SZ5kfFnnqSI/AAAAAAAAARM/KWvVH284kDI/s72-c/ciputra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-649782239052011468</id><published>2009-02-19T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:50:51.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging out</title><content type='html'>I feel sorry for abandoning my blog. Let's say that I'm procrastinating again, my bad habit :-(&lt;br /&gt;Since my last blog, I rarely took pictures and I don't feel like blogging anymore. See how fast I'm in getting bored? I don't know whether I can survive living in Singapore and jobless within 3months? Cause all of my friends said that the longest you have to wait is about 3 months. Oh No!!! I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to handle the purse strings, more spending and no income? My mum is so gonna kill me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more excuse for me to delay updating this blog. I've been busy during this month. I'm not busy for a job hunting, it's more like .... busy hanging out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I've arrived in Singapore on the 12th of February with my parents. They went back on the 17th of February. I went out with them everyday. They went to Singapore for a check up.&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I went to the dentist, out of my expectation, it cost SGD$1000++ for me. My dad n my mum's fees are SGD$3000++ So the total is around SGD$4400&lt;br /&gt;Shocking truth for me... one of my child should become a dentist, guaranteed they will be loaded !!! LOL. Or should I marry a dentist? A shortcut to become rich... LOL. J/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 17th of February, I sent my parents off to the airport. I reached home at around 10am. I took a shower and suddenly I heard my cousin's calling my name. She came to Singapore again for a check up. She came here with her friend. We ate lunch at a Japanese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to Orchard with Christine, Diana and Juliana. While I was walking, I heard someone's calling out my name, and from quite a distance I realized, "Oh... she's one of my KC's friends... but what's her name?"&lt;br /&gt;I recognized her, but I can't remember her name. A short conversation between us:&lt;br /&gt;Elsa: "Hey... pa kabar?"&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: "Bae2, Elsa skrg udah di sg juga ya?"&lt;br /&gt;Elsa: "Iya... ini bsk gw rencana mo ketemuan ama si Tini. Loe skrg udah kerja di singapore ya. Can i have ur phone no?" (Still trying my best to recall her name)&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: "Iya kerja di hotel. Ok deh gw cabut dulu ya, ntar gw kasi tau yg laen deh kalo Elsa ada di sini. Anak2 KC emang kebanyakan hari kamis ngumpul2 tuh."&lt;br /&gt;Elsa: Ok deeee, tar kontek2 lg ya... byeee&lt;br /&gt;Unknown: "Byeee" (sambil buru2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, Tini called me, I told her that I've met someone from KC intuitively in Takashimaya but I don't recall her name. Suddenly, I can recall, "Eh Tin .... si Lei2 ... LOL... akhirnya gw inget juga namanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Marissa text msg me and asked me to meet her up at Bugis. I called her and invite her to watch movie with my friends. Because Christine is leaving Sg at night.&lt;br /&gt;After I hang up the phone, I received a text msg from Pink, she invite me for a dinner at night and I replied that I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marissa and I went to Takashimaya again. She met her friend and introduce her to me. We ate lunch together at the foodcourt, afterwards we stroll around Taka and Paragon.&lt;br /&gt;At 3.30 we went to Cineleisure to buy tickets for a movie titled "He's just not that into you"&lt;br /&gt;Marissa and I waited for Juju, Din2 and Tin2 at the foodcourt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;While I was in the cinema, mum text msg me and said "Elsa Macbook air nya blom tentu bisa dapet, kalo yg agak tebal mau gak? Atau mau sony aja?"&lt;br /&gt;Huaaaa..... I won't be getting Macbook Air :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, all of us except Marissa went to Christine's house and get her luggage. Her flight is at 10pm, we arrived at the airport, terminal 1 and check in, then we  took a skytrain to go to terminal 3 to have dinner and Bye bye Christine.... Have a safe trip to Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SZ4lwIvLy5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VCYQFzcANHc/s1600-h/DSC05018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SZ4lwIvLy5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VCYQFzcANHc/s320/DSC05018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304718919998360466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: Christine, Juju || Right: Diana, Elsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back with more stories ... I had fun ... having a lot of friends feel great!!! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-649782239052011468?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/649782239052011468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=649782239052011468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/649782239052011468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/649782239052011468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/02/hang-out-session.html' title='hanging out'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SZ4lwIvLy5I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VCYQFzcANHc/s72-c/DSC05018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6937504624119105743</id><published>2009-01-30T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:49:22.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 wasted days in Singapore</title><content type='html'>It was such a boring day to spend ur 10 days all alone in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really alone though, I did meet up with old friends, catch up with some gossips... lol...&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th of January I arrived in Singapore at around 3pm. I had to stay @ the hotel since I haven't got a key to enter the apartment, my mum forgot to left it to my bro.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did is to take a shower and went to Loy Kee to buy the chicken rice. Hmmm, yummy!!!!! I'm craving for it for so long man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMJFvwh-NI/AAAAAAAAANw/H26tH0N08EA/s1600-h/DSC04746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMJFvwh-NI/AAAAAAAAANw/H26tH0N08EA/s320/DSC04746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297087581041850578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMJFsBfXfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cdciYeXbL3w/s1600-h/DSC04747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMJFsBfXfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cdciYeXbL3w/s320/DSC04747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297087580039241202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watercress soup, one of my favorite soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMJFVgaIuI/AAAAAAAAANo/zyX8E5OdkEY/s1600-h/DSC04745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMJFVgaIuI/AAAAAAAAANo/zyX8E5OdkEY/s320/DSC04745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297087573994906338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMJFwgFCHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/q13OBc-8MM0/s1600-h/DSC04748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMJFwgFCHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/q13OBc-8MM0/s320/DSC04748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297087581241280626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Ce Vera arrived, so I moved all my luggage to the apartment. Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;Ce Vera invited me for a dinner at an Italian restaurant called Rocky's Pizza. Ciao Italia in Perth is still the best ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKbBdd1iI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f1ktsAG92bc/s1600-h/DSC04736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKbBdd1iI/AAAAAAAAAOI/f1ktsAG92bc/s200/DSC04736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297089046082606626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKbOWeT-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2VXBvKTE5v8/s1600-h/DSC04737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKbOWeT-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2VXBvKTE5v8/s200/DSC04737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297089049542938594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKi_yKsUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UdytE_xfNgY/s1600-h/DSC04741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKi_yKsUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UdytE_xfNgY/s200/DSC04741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297089183071514946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKba0I6NI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IvDKmoKWIUs/s1600-h/DSC04738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKba0I6NI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IvDKmoKWIUs/s200/DSC04738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297089052888590546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKbhq2pyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WlXL4WrWcec/s1600-h/DSC04740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKbhq2pyI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WlXL4WrWcec/s200/DSC04740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297089054728693538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKbeCPVWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EqrrWeC-jG0/s1600-h/DSC04739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMKbeCPVWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EqrrWeC-jG0/s200/DSC04739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297089053753038178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the16th of January, I accompany Ce Vera to the dentist. I always avoid myself to go to a dentist. But Ce Vera keep insisting me to make an appointment with the dentist to clean my gums. T_T and the next morning I canceled the appointment... lol ... (she was on her way back to Padang in the morning).&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Kinokuniya, Eldo msg me and asked me to come over to Toa Payoh. I can't go, so I told him to stay with me on Saturday. We meet up for a while in Bugis and he gave me a receipt to pick up his glasses in Orchard Rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMMnzc1YBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bgBndjq67ig/s1600-h/DSC04743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMMnzc1YBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bgBndjq67ig/s200/DSC04743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297091464683413522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMMn-N2KxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MYSfrMuEYL0/s1600-h/DSC04744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMMn-N2KxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MYSfrMuEYL0/s200/DSC04744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297091467573340946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bao bei always get the best and expensive stuffs&lt;br /&gt;He is such a high maintenance boy... T_T&lt;br /&gt;Do, if you read this, you must be thankful to our parent... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night I had a little reunion with my UIS friends at Marina Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMOhIWzEnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Cgpcs3nlECc/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMOhIWzEnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Cgpcs3nlECc/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297093549059412594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday my bro and I went to Vivo city and had lunch at Hogs Breath Cafe. Finally...!!! Back to perth a couple of months ago, I didn't get the chance to eat at Hogs Breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMPk8XaVcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kCxrRpo0u9U/s1600-h/DSC04749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMPk8XaVcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kCxrRpo0u9U/s400/DSC04749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297094714071864770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMPlFBru2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/uNW5jWKZ2wU/s1600-h/DSC04750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMPlFBru2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/uNW5jWKZ2wU/s400/DSC04750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297094716396649314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMPlINUO7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/p1qLiBnq5tc/s1600-h/DSC04752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMPlINUO7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/p1qLiBnq5tc/s400/DSC04752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297094717250747314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMPlaX6O4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/QLzkHZaG_uc/s1600-h/DSC04753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMPlaX6O4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/QLzkHZaG_uc/s400/DSC04753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297094722127018882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I went to Orchard to meet up with Fifi and one of my IF's friend called Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMQiuRW9iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BZdNpAZ4zGI/s1600-h/DSC04757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMQiuRW9iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BZdNpAZ4zGI/s400/DSC04757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297095775440270882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMQiygcaoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FdXHfyYaIXg/s1600-h/DSC04759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMQiygcaoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/FdXHfyYaIXg/s400/DSC04759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297095776577284738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 20th January, I met up with Stephen, stroll around Orchard (again) and he took me to the temple in China Town. We ate Hokkien Mie for our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMR_tf7a8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Huw0pWv1MHU/s1600-h/DSC04773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMR_tf7a8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Huw0pWv1MHU/s320/DSC04773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297097372960779202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMR_hr9f1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zEnvMitrVnM/s1600-h/DSC04812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMR_hr9f1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zEnvMitrVnM/s320/DSC04812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297097369790021458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite, I met with my cs friend called Pink, she was with her friend called David (If i'm not mistaken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMSr3wSDFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/e_yeTF4zHcM/s1600-h/DSC04814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMSr3wSDFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/e_yeTF4zHcM/s320/DSC04814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297098131627969618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step have to met up with his friend, so we parted with Pink and join Stephen and his gang. We ate at a Korean Restaurant "Mario". The foods aren't as tempting as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMSr5QDLeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/QZKr_3gFeFk/s1600-h/DSC04819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMSr5QDLeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/QZKr_3gFeFk/s320/DSC04819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297098132029648354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMTNUWo9_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/vOcshbbTHt4/s1600-h/DSC04818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMTNUWo9_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/vOcshbbTHt4/s320/DSC04818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297098706240731122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6937504624119105743?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6937504624119105743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6937504624119105743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6937504624119105743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6937504624119105743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-wasted-days-in-singapore.html' title='10 wasted days in Singapore'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMJFvwh-NI/AAAAAAAAANw/H26tH0N08EA/s72-c/DSC04746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3711058633858630014</id><published>2009-01-30T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:51:10.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Fever</title><content type='html'>These couple of days I'm hanging out with my friends, since they are working as a marketing, they can go out anytime they want. That was the only one advantage of being a marketer.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday they invited me for a lunch. They picked me up from home and I'm being introduced to one of their friend called "Lilok". He was driving Tessa's new car.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to the mall and to our suprise, it was ladies day. There was a reserved parking spaces for ladies only. Since Lilok was driving so he exchange seats with Adeh so we are able to park at that reserved parking space... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Rice Bowl and ordered the meal sets for 4 people. After that, we went to Chevron (excluding Lilok) cause Adeh needs to prospect another 3 people in order to reach her monthly target. (Geez, it's tough to work in the marketing area). Because of that, she keep asking me to help her and open an account in DBS. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I met Pak Ruli afterwards at someone's house.  I don't know her name, the only thing I know is that she works as a RM in DBS. We ate "sate kacang" and went to Ko ... house. errrrr damn! I can't recall his name..... soon after, we went to Pak Anthony's house (Tessa's superior) and we went back home. While I was on my way home, Jim called and said that he's in front of my house and I told him to wait as I will arrive home in 5 minutes. He came to pick up the accesorries he ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I didn't go anywhere. I'm being a good girl. Mum gave me a memento from Dubai and Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMFQPTHnmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/puQHrI07ykc/s1600-h/DSC04873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMFQPTHnmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/puQHrI07ykc/s320/DSC04873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297083363260604002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shirt from Hard Rock Cafe, Dubai, isn't my style, but I will still wear it...  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMFQysdYVI/AAAAAAAAANY/kTZZVvtrioo/s1600-h/DSC04874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMFQysdYVI/AAAAAAAAANY/kTZZVvtrioo/s320/DSC04874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297083372762128722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMFRdXxaRI/AAAAAAAAANg/qkttyQRrd_c/s1600-h/DSC04875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMFRdXxaRI/AAAAAAAAANg/qkttyQRrd_c/s320/DSC04875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297083384218085650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3711058633858630014?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3711058633858630014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3711058633858630014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3711058633858630014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3711058633858630014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-fever.html' title='Friday Fever'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SYMFQPTHnmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/puQHrI07ykc/s72-c/DSC04873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-1942340931630083685</id><published>2009-01-01T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:51:38.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Yippie New Year</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the year of 2009. Can you feel any difference? As for me, it's pretty much the same *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I take a shower at 4.45pm whereas they asked me to meet them at exactly 5pm. Not much of a surprised, I was late. My home ran out of gas, I called them at around 1.30pm, but they showed up at 4.40pm. Argh.... I don't feel comfortable if I don't take a shower (I wonder how Wenda could survive :-P ops) I don't even have time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Handy &amp;amp; Hendry at Xi Men (West Gate) and walk to the train terminal.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Daaaaa.......  To my surprise, they are a lot of people waiting for the train. When the train arrive, everybody milled around! Whoaaaaa, If I'm in China during the next New Year's Eve. I'd rather stay at home. The train was like overloaded, you can barely move! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 7+ we arrived at Chimelong then we watch the Circus. It was spectacular! It's pretty much amused me. I forgot to charge my battery of my camera, so I just took a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVxUNVtc6pI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kHqVTe8PbpI/s1600-h/DSC04576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVxUNVtc6pI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kHqVTe8PbpI/s320/DSC04576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286192650768935570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVxUNagnu6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LvHy3raFezc/s1600-h/DSC04579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVxUNagnu6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LvHy3raFezc/s320/DSC04579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286192652057295778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flamingos! Cute eyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVxUNYIkmpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/urh33gGSZxc/s1600-h/DSC04584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVxUNYIkmpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/urh33gGSZxc/s320/DSC04584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286192651419556498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching it, we were planning to eat dinner at a restaurant near Pearl River. It's a Thailand restaurant called errrr... " ... Gui Fang" I can't remember. Their specialised food is the Roasted Pigeon. It taste like Roasted Duck.... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SV2pZe8FCMI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y_ksqI0pYfY/s1600-h/DSC04587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SV2pZe8FCMI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y_ksqI0pYfY/s320/DSC04587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286567792869705922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SV2pZ153-4I/AAAAAAAAANI/knh-wcRklF0/s1600-h/DSC04588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SV2pZ153-4I/AAAAAAAAANI/knh-wcRklF0/s320/DSC04588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286567799034477442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by the way, bus way, we did the countdown in the restaurant, though I think we did the wrong timing since everyone's have different time. We don't know which one is the most accurate. LOL. That guy behind Hendry with white jacket is damn funny! We didn't know their name since they called each other "Jack"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-1942340931630083685?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1942340931630083685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=1942340931630083685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1942340931630083685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1942340931630083685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-yippie-new-year.html' title='Happy Yippie New Year'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVxUNVtc6pI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kHqVTe8PbpI/s72-c/DSC04576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-2590288538781520765</id><published>2008-12-31T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:16:39.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ko Awi's Birthday</title><content type='html'>19th of December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Yi De Lu to get some of the birthday's supplies, not much: a party popper, balloons, and the magic candles. Meli was thinking to get some xmas's present to our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr9W4CcrnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AKpiiz8xlzI/s1600-h/DSC03388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr9W4CcrnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AKpiiz8xlzI/s320/DSC03388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285815682114301554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs RMB20 for 12 figureheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I have lots of leftover papers from the christmas cards I've done for Indoflare, so I gave it to Meli and asked her to make a small cards for each figurehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr9WzFsXaI/AAAAAAAAALA/d4bYfa-shoQ/s1600-h/DSC03387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr9WzFsXaI/AAAAAAAAALA/d4bYfa-shoQ/s320/DSC03387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285815680785735074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Yi De Lu, we head our way to Bread Talk in Tee Mall to get the birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr-Qw4symI/AAAAAAAAALI/rf1A0WkazWw/s1600-h/DSC03400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr-Qw4symI/AAAAAAAAALI/rf1A0WkazWw/s320/DSC03400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285816676626778722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr-Q6EsXxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nJrQlRzfNY4/s1600-h/DSC03403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr-Q6EsXxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nJrQlRzfNY4/s320/DSC03403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285816679093002002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beforehand there was a mistake, Meli wrote "Happy 24th Birthday Ko Awie" (to write on that  white plate in the cake)&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't aware of the "24" though, then about a minutes later I realize.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Meli... are you sure that Ko Awi is 24 years old? Is he one year older  than me? That's weird."&lt;br /&gt;I can see her anxious looks, and she told the lady to change the plate. Luckily it doesn't cost any cents. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are home, i was busy with my balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr_vuoGfpI/AAAAAAAAALY/8gr2HO0OuT0/s1600-h/DSC03379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr_vuoGfpI/AAAAAAAAALY/8gr2HO0OuT0/s320/DSC03379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818308107861650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr_v2H-AdI/AAAAAAAAALg/rZyWcOOuv0s/s1600-h/DSC03390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr_v2H-AdI/AAAAAAAAALg/rZyWcOOuv0s/s320/DSC03390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818310120571346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr_wA62JCI/AAAAAAAAALo/vOpToNmiYLc/s1600-h/DSC03398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr_wA62JCI/AAAAAAAAALo/vOpToNmiYLc/s320/DSC03398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818313018319906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 00:00 and time to decorate Ko Awi's living room. And when I was in, I know that the balloons are not enough! Hix, my plan failed. Since the room was so dark, we are sticking it randomly, and this is how it looks. LOL. It was supposed to be in the ceiling! Another plan failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsAF5KlzII/AAAAAAAAALw/Aqq6qVCkuU8/s1600-h/DSC03458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsAF5KlzII/AAAAAAAAALw/Aqq6qVCkuU8/s320/DSC03458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818688893996162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsAF4NXtaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/chjPTOtB-f0/s1600-h/DSC03456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsAF4NXtaI/AAAAAAAAAL4/chjPTOtB-f0/s320/DSC03456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818688637220258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a look at his video in youtube, I've uploaded it.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPjDT_3Ozxc&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsA8Rd_MMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gNAM2gjOeoE/s1600-h/DSC03410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsA8Rd_MMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gNAM2gjOeoE/s320/DSC03410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285819623130738882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsA8tQPKuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UFMNhoEnPxA/s1600-h/DSC03438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsA8tQPKuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UFMNhoEnPxA/s320/DSC03438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285819630589258466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy me! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3am, we went for a barbecue, well well well.... we are such a pig, ravenous people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsBzzXH-pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kcdnVi8KC_I/s1600-h/DSC03479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsBzzXH-pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/kcdnVi8KC_I/s320/DSC03479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285820577121565330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsBz-b146I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5vpvz9AnbZA/s1600-h/DSC03485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsBz-b146I/AAAAAAAAAMY/5vpvz9AnbZA/s320/DSC03485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285820580094141346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsBz3vWKsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CYB4h69ghoY/s1600-h/DSC03487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVsBz3vWKsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CYB4h69ghoY/s320/DSC03487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285820578296900290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next blog gonna be about the Ko Awi's Birthday treat. Hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-2590288538781520765?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/2590288538781520765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=2590288538781520765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2590288538781520765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/2590288538781520765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/ko-awis-birthday.html' title='Ko Awi&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVr9W4CcrnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AKpiiz8xlzI/s72-c/DSC03388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4689486096289316050</id><published>2008-12-30T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:49:47.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days</title><content type='html'>Peek-A-Boo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I wake up at 12 then take a shower and sit nicely in front of my laptop and watching movie. LOL. As you can see, I skipped today's classes. And guess what? I don't even bother to touch my books.&lt;br /&gt;At 1.30pm Meli rang me and invite me to go to chimelong and watch the circus. D'oh I wanna watch Cirque De Soleil in Macau. Hiks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5pm I went to Meli's house. She's having some kind of issues with her boyfriend. It's better not to mention it here. I ate dinner with her, she cooked "Telor Rendang" and "Kentang Balado".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm browsing through www.melissaaustralia.com.au again. I'm so in love with the shoes designed by Vivienne Westwood. I've been addicted with Melissa's shoes since I was in Perth. If I can, I wanna own it all. LOL. Melissa is absolutely candylicious. Love the smell... hmmm.... No kidding, It smells like bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love shoes. *drooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have an obsession of owning Crocs, I just wanna have one. That's it. But I'm retaining my current temptation. I shouldn't shop too much!!!!!!!!!!!! I gotta stop.... STOP and STOP. It's time to sleep now. Good nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to write about Ko Awi's Birthday. Gonna do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVpAw1e3tRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XjBaXDnDItU/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVpAw1e3tRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XjBaXDnDItU/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285608320407155986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVpAyOQT0HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fikPTHR3tZQ/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVpAyOQT0HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fikPTHR3tZQ/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285608344236839026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVpAxxwtF5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/k1uq2Aa_OR4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVpAxxwtF5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/k1uq2Aa_OR4/s320/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285608336588085138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4689486096289316050?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4689486096289316050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4689486096289316050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4689486096289316050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4689486096289316050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVpAw1e3tRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XjBaXDnDItU/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5336650183191653878</id><published>2008-12-30T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:02:42.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moaning Monday</title><content type='html'>It's not even Monday anymore. It is now 2:12AM and I'm still wide awake. That's what happened when you take a long nap in the afternoon. Gosh .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on a holiday mood, don't feel like going to school, don't feel like studying. Blame on that one week break! LOL. Anyway,  I don't think I'm gonna be able to wake up this morning. Even if I am, I'm not gonna be able to concern in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, why do we have to go to school on the 31st? I'm glad that we have a holiday again on the 1st, 2nd and 3rd of January. Sadly, we have class on Sunday and on Monday the exam starts !!!!! Whoaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with Udin, Asen, Widi, Tessa, Budi, Ko Adi and Meli today. I'm getting pretty tired to chat that's why I tend to put my status invisible and appear offline. LOL. Not that I'm getting bored to chat with them, it's just that I don't feel like typing ... Huhuhu.... I'm getting lazy and lazier.... HELP !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to help me to reply all those comments in friendster and facebook too. Hahaha.... see? I need an assistant, and of course it must be free of charge :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Wenda asked me whether I'm going to the saloon? And I said No. I told her earlier that I wanna dye my hair again, but I decided not to. I hate going to the saloon cause it bores me. Hehe.... I remember a years back then, I was perming my hair and I continuously asked the lady whether it is done or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-5336650183191653878?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/5336650183191653878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=5336650183191653878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5336650183191653878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/5336650183191653878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/moaning-monday.html' title='Moaning Monday'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-8848409968359144612</id><published>2008-12-29T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:50:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch time with classmates</title><content type='html'>4 December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for us since we left the class earlier during 听说, a 30 minutes early. LOL. Our 班主任 asked us to invite the 听说 teacher as well, but it turns up that the 听说 teacher is unable to come with us. That was lamentable. We had our lunch at Tiger Prawn, a Vietnamese restaurant. If I'm not mistaken, we ordered 8 dishes, only managed to take pictures of the 7 dishes. The foods were extremely delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViokuiN_nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Hbq__divagM/s1600-h/DSC04307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViokuiN_nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Hbq__divagM/s320/DSC04307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285159511639588466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViokmXKh9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nfYNLOEF1u4/s1600-h/DSC04304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViokmXKh9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nfYNLOEF1u4/s320/DSC04304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285159509445740498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViokFWV9XI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PlNXDlAKV0E/s1600-h/DSC04302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViokFWV9XI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PlNXDlAKV0E/s320/DSC04302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285159500583925106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViokGb4I-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TEmyZFWISbg/s1600-h/DSC04301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViokGb4I-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TEmyZFWISbg/s320/DSC04301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285159500875572194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViqYrhse2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IoMIzPNngnY/s1600-h/DSC04311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViqYrhse2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/IoMIzPNngnY/s320/DSC04311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285161503696911202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViqYQZq2iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Gp1Ed3tpNWk/s1600-h/DSC04310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViqYQZq2iI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Gp1Ed3tpNWk/s320/DSC04310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285161496415492642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViqYcvAedI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FZQajI8PWJU/s1600-h/DSC04309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViqYcvAedI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FZQajI8PWJU/s320/DSC04309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285161499726215634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates... this is the only photo with complete classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVirANB572I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SftFLFhsBkQ/s1600-h/DSC04331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVirANB572I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SftFLFhsBkQ/s320/DSC04331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285162182705278818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVirARqB1GI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yP7SJUcHxYU/s1600-h/DSC04352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVirARqB1GI/AAAAAAAAAKY/yP7SJUcHxYU/s320/DSC04352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285162183947310178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-8848409968359144612?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/8848409968359144612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=8848409968359144612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8848409968359144612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/8848409968359144612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/lunch-time-with-classmates.html' title='Lunch time with classmates'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SViokuiN_nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Hbq__divagM/s72-c/DSC04307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-6736659456011124341</id><published>2008-12-29T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:33:30.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 6 hours karaoke nite</title><content type='html'>Here we are, the four musketeers in action (28th of November 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimKLijCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/haXeqsip6rg/s1600-h/DSC04204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimKLijCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/haXeqsip6rg/s320/DSC04204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285156856545871906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimViHD1VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Nl6aWzy_U_c/s1600-h/DSC04218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimViHD1VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Nl6aWzy_U_c/s320/DSC04218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285157051583157586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimVnUgxeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Fi1bt_x0FXs/s1600-h/DSC04216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimVnUgxeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Fi1bt_x0FXs/s320/DSC04216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285157052981757410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimKh4siPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/p6Z7TfF2kNs/s1600-h/DSC04214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimKh4siPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/p6Z7TfF2kNs/s320/DSC04214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285156862544349426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimKekd8NI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/acNGDq9i2Ls/s1600-h/DSC04211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimKekd8NI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/acNGDq9i2Ls/s320/DSC04211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285156861654200530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimhmno0bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FLkpjYfoMj0/s1600-h/DSC04225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimhmno0bI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FLkpjYfoMj0/s320/DSC04225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285157258951971250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. The only person that is still awake was Miss Wenda. I didn't sleep as well but damn I was so sleepy then ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-6736659456011124341?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/6736659456011124341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=6736659456011124341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6736659456011124341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/6736659456011124341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-6-hours-karaoke-nite.html' title='Our 6 hours karaoke nite'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVimKLijCCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/haXeqsip6rg/s72-c/DSC04204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-1534349197838063081</id><published>2008-12-29T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:46:25.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas present</title><content type='html'>Meli and I are giving away a Christmas present to our classmates. Hehe... I did the packaging and Meli did the cards. Because of this thingy, i was thinking of becoming an 'Event Organizer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe7zof93cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AVXOnc_kEh4/s1600-h/DSC04497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe7zof93cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AVXOnc_kEh4/s320/DSC04497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284899183461785026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe7zKkc1yI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Yb9apfSRows/s1600-h/DSC04496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe7zKkc1yI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Yb9apfSRows/s320/DSC04496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284899175427528482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe7y48TYLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kO9eybM95k4/s1600-h/DSC04494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe7y48TYLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/kO9eybM95k4/s320/DSC04494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284899170695733426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe7yQE3WiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-DI6xXbXKjA/s1600-h/DSC04493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe7yQE3WiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-DI6xXbXKjA/s320/DSC04493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284899159725791778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thing was because I planned on Ko Awi's suprise party. It didn't really went smooth as I expected, cause it was very last minute plan. Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;While Meli was busy with the cards, i was blowing up the balloons (obviously using a balloon pumper). It was written that there are 100 balloons, but I don't think I blew that much. There was only about 50 to 80 balloons... I don't know... I didn't count it.  Ahong was helping me with around 10 balloons, and the rest I was taking care of it... LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-1534349197838063081?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/1534349197838063081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=1534349197838063081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1534349197838063081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/1534349197838063081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-present.html' title='Christmas present'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe7zof93cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AVXOnc_kEh4/s72-c/DSC04497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-4726939193386614478</id><published>2008-12-29T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:42:23.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreigner's food fair</title><content type='html'>11th of December 2008, the school carry out a food fair. The food was cooked by the students. It was tempting. Take a look at the pictures ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe3llUQksI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SkW5aRI6LAE/s1600-h/DSC04420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe3llUQksI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SkW5aRI6LAE/s320/DSC04420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284894544042693314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe3lvu06eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IcFNz4Noo1I/s1600-h/DSC04421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe3lvu06eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IcFNz4Noo1I/s320/DSC04421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284894546838481378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian foods, I don't know that does the food called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe3lz5QxgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TbDi3Kpis0U/s1600-h/DSC04424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe3lz5QxgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/TbDi3Kpis0U/s320/DSC04424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284894547955992066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe38e0v0II/AAAAAAAAAHI/Poc1VvCTpms/s1600-h/DSC04431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe38e0v0II/AAAAAAAAAHI/Poc1VvCTpms/s320/DSC04431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284894937436901506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe3l5izNwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W5qzhl_VzlQ/s1600-h/DSC04429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe3l5izNwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W5qzhl_VzlQ/s320/DSC04429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284894549472392962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panama's foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe4Zjs2CzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DGBUgWxzSaI/s1600-h/DSC04433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe4Zjs2CzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DGBUgWxzSaI/s320/DSC04433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284895436962138930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Korean's foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got the chance to taste all of the foods, cause everyone's are scrambling. They don't queue T_T it is always "If you are quick, you'll get it aka sapa cepat dia dapat"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-4726939193386614478?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/4726939193386614478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=4726939193386614478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4726939193386614478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/4726939193386614478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/foreigners-food-fair.html' title='Foreigner&apos;s food fair'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe3llUQksI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SkW5aRI6LAE/s72-c/DSC04420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-3147768292886294038</id><published>2008-12-29T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:23:04.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "not-so-new" hair</title><content type='html'>I have to do a little flash back before the year of 2008 ends. Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;On the 6th of December I cut my hair cause my hair is getting longer, I want to keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;After the haircut, Wenda and I went to Tee Mall to get something.&lt;br /&gt;You can feel the Christmas atmosphere out there. It feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe0h9yJBpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/M9TzRN7t5Ig/s1600-h/DSC04376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe0h9yJBpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/M9TzRN7t5Ig/s320/DSC04376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284891183356118674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we went to Bellagio and had our dinner over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe09En5x0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jAd30ZF97hQ/s1600-h/DSC04381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe09En5x0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jAd30ZF97hQ/s320/DSC04381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284891649048692546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe09MGRM8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/7no4_KcuJoc/s1600-h/DSC04390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe09MGRM8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/7no4_KcuJoc/s320/DSC04390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284891651055104962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Wenda's food, I can't take a picture of my food cause the waitress was in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe1fps9C_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/GAXqUdaF4rw/s1600-h/DSC04387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe1fps9C_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/GAXqUdaF4rw/s320/DSC04387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284892243117542386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haircut costs me RMB260, cut by a senior stylist. And guess what? The senior stylist accidentally cut his hand while cutting my hair. LOL. Oh, look at my tired face. my eyebag T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/680239613536847786-3147768292886294038?l=elsa-is-here.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/feeds/3147768292886294038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=680239613536847786&amp;postID=3147768292886294038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3147768292886294038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/680239613536847786/posts/default/3147768292886294038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elsa-is-here.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-not-so-new-hair.html' title='My &quot;not-so-new&quot; hair'/><author><name>elsa-is-here</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12588302550366367587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/S-E7Mcq6TlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/oX0eaFxGO44/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVe0h9yJBpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/M9TzRN7t5Ig/s72-c/DSC04376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680239613536847786.post-5292186354347891763</id><published>2008-12-28T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:55:50.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry "Belated" Christmas</title><content type='html'>Aloha everyone ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to blog again. LOL. I knew that I tend to be absent-minded, that's why I should be writing it down so that I can recall it.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to show how amazing life could be... though sometimes there are things that upset you.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's life... Life is a roller coaster, full of ups &amp;amp; downs. You just have to deal with it. Spend your life today as you will die tomorrow. That's one of my favorite quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story during my one week break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 21st of December 2008&lt;br /&gt;I fetch Ingrid (my cousin) in the airport. I decided to take the bus cause it's gonna be expensive to go there by taxi. If you take the taxi, it gonna cost you around RMB100. If you take the bus from 天河 大厦 it only cost you RMB20. I'm not gonna spend a big money on taxi. Please don't call me a cheapskate. LOL . I was early so I gotta wait for about an hour till Ingrid's arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was standing in the hall, I recognized someone, it was a "non-close" friend of mine. Just a "Hi and Bye" friend. So we chatted for a couple of minutes. Suddenly I saw the other person whom I recognized... well I'm not that close with him too. But we still chatted and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later, someone bumped her luggage into me. I thought she is just a common rude Chinese woman who doesn't know how to say sorry. That's why I just ignored her. What happened later is that someone bumped her luggage into me again. Geez, I was so pissed-off.&lt;br /&gt;But when I look back, I laughed. And why is that? Cuz it was Ingrid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home and had dinner at Kungfu. Stroll around Shang Xia Jiu Lu for a couple of hours then go back home to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 22st of December 2008&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited !! Yeah baby !!! We are going to Macau. I've been there once, the only thing that excite me is that I'm gonna stay at "The Venetian". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the snapshots of the suite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd4jdu1idI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prEDZ8lqLjI/s1600-h/DSC03299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd4jdu1idI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prEDZ8lqLjI/s320/DSC03299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284825238414395858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5XU19w6I/AAAAAAAAABE/wRzpcQqlOn8/s1600-h/DSC03167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5XU19w6I/AAAAAAAAABE/wRzpcQqlOn8/s320/DSC03167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826129381573538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5YbUKMLI/AAAAAAAAABk/8Tlw09FZ-vQ/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5YbUKMLI/AAAAAAAAABk/8Tlw09FZ-vQ/s320/DSC03178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826148298698930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5YA6IFsI/AAAAAAAAABc/MJqJ-iDMMUk/s1600-h/DSC03165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5YA6IFsI/AAAAAAAAABc/MJqJ-iDMMUk/s320/DSC03165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826141210187458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5X83pH6I/AAAAAAAAABU/3cbO7jej5Dw/s1600-h/DSC03164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5X83pH6I/AAAAAAAAABU/3cbO7jej5Dw/s320/DSC03164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826140126027682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5XymvZeI/AAAAAAAAABM/KA4ns8CwEvw/s1600-h/DSC03163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd5XymvZeI/AAAAAAAAABM/KA4ns8CwEvw/s320/DSC03163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284826137370781154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd6-QkFv6I/AAAAAAAAABs/IDoXU_3EnU4/s1600-h/DSC03180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd6-QkFv6I/AAAAAAAAABs/IDoXU_3EnU4/s320/DSC03180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284827897759383458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd6_fa0ugI/AAAAAAAAACE/JuoRO0b3HnE/s1600-h/DSC03191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd6_fa0ugI/AAAAAAAAACE/JuoRO0b3HnE/s320/DSC03191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284827918926920194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd6-rHGFII/AAAAAAAAAB0/g97DDMK0GCQ/s1600-h/DSC03181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd7iOdvQUI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q-Mvm3wxQPI/s320/DSC03198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284828515671163202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd7hEU2flI/AAAAAAAAACU/XXI332OTa_k/s1600-h/DSC03200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd7hEU2flI/AAAAAAAAACU/XXI332OTa_k/s320/DSC03200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284828495769665106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd7gx-jKGI/AAAAAAAAACM/QTWX93TRoWY/s1600-h/DSC03194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd7gx-jKGI/AAAAAAAAACM/QTWX93TRoWY/s320/DSC03194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284828490844285026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd7huLb06I/AAAAAAAAACc/Hts_GobFKiE/s1600-h/DSC03193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd7huLb06I/AAAAAAAAACc/Hts_GobFKiE/s320/DSC03193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284828507004457890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8E37k9eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3SYBIdCGonA/s1600-h/DSC03173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8E37k9eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3SYBIdCGonA/s320/DSC03173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284829110917723618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8E0_vHJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8E9kEFiEolg/s1600-h/DSC03168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8E0_vHJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8E9kEFiEolg/s320/DSC03168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284829110129859730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8FCmrg0I/AAAAAAAAADE/EGuKGk4Txqo/s1600-h/DSC03172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8FCmrg0I/AAAAAAAAADE/EGuKGk4Txqo/s320/DSC03172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284829113782862658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd89wqrr_I/AAAAAAAAADU/SzQjoN7BAB8/s1600-h/DSC03175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd89wqrr_I/AAAAAAAAADU/SzQjoN7BAB8/s320/DSC03175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284830088220356594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd89-dNyYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q0kwRfeQ25E/s1600-h/DSC03174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd89-dNyYI/AAAAAAAAADM/Q0kwRfeQ25E/s320/DSC03174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284830091921967490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd-GT_k8jI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QJyk7jy0XKc/s1600-h/DSC03176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd-GT_k8jI/AAAAAAAAAEE/QJyk7jy0XKc/s320/DSC03176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284831334653817394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8-KJrLmI/AAAAAAAAADc/TwinajhuQ_0/s1600-h/DSC03215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8-KJrLmI/AAAAAAAAADc/TwinajhuQ_0/s320/DSC03215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284830095061233250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8-dUj59I/AAAAAAAAADk/nxQ1JnC-3lQ/s1600-h/DSC03218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd8-dUj59I/AAAAAAAAADk/nxQ1JnC-3lQ/s320/DSC03218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284830100207167442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd-G0Gb8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yqraAXkhJvU/s1600-h/DSC03183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd-G0Gb8ZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yqraAXkhJvU/s320/DSC03183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284831343272522130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd-Gm-Z2sI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fnJbtmSK3Nw/s1600-h/DSC03185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVd-Gm-Z2sI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fnJbtmSK3Nw/s320/DSC03185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284831339749169858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the chance to ride on the Gondola. One thing that's disappointing is the food in the foodcourt. It may look tasty, but geez ... it's awful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVeF7YLt5_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/apNDVpTKCv0/s1600-h/DSC03136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVeF7YLt5_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/apNDVpTKCv0/s320/DSC03136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284839942892939250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVeF7RxuHcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/n8VmlXoX_j8/s1600-h/DSC03203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVeF7RxuHcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/n8VmlXoX_j8/s320/DSC03203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284839941173288386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v3a1tEh5rQ/SVeF7pOqbTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/i-QOKbOPHYM/s1600-h/DSC03204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v
