<?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-8792941897365169014</id><updated>2012-01-24T13:58:19.256+07:00</updated><category term='Life is Like That'/><category term='Life in Singapore'/><category term='Random Reflections'/><category term='World Around Us'/><category term='My Story'/><category term='Friends and Family'/><category term='My Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Life Tastes Bittersweet</title><subtitle type='html'>The best chocolate, is never, the sweet one.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-4708328870192038903</id><published>2012-01-23T22:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:32:34.272+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>Gay or Straight- doesn't matter, they're happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gay people and their couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ellen DeGeneres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/celebdatabase/ellendegeneres/e_degeneres1_300_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/celebdatabase/ellendegeneres/e_degeneres1_300_400.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://marnibates.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/ellen_portia_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://marnibates.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/ellen_portia_9.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;married since August 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Neil Patrick Harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrjm2nHVZh1r2hj8do3_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrjm2nHVZh1r2hj8do3_400.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.babble.com/famecrawler/files/2011/11/large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://cdn.babble.com/famecrawler/files/2011/11/large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://celebkids.whyfame.com/files/2011/10/neil_patrick_harris_twins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://celebkids.whyfame.com/files/2011/10/neil_patrick_harris_twins.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An awesome singer, actor and father. Had a relationship with David Burtka since 2004. They've proposed to each other in 2007, but had to hide the truth and waited until gay marriage was legal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Read how Neil first met David, &lt;a href="http://www.celebitchy.com/203294/neil_patrick_harris_david_burtka_cover_out_mags_love_issue_sexy_awesome/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sir Elton John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/528/000022462/elton-john.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.nndb.com/people/528/000022462/elton-john.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/pc/David+Furnish+Sir+Elton+John+Sir+Elton+John+vAdU3evtOGKl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/pc/David+Furnish+Sir+Elton+John+Sir+Elton+John+vAdU3evtOGKl.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;relationship since 1993, married in 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And then you have what you call a 'normal' relationship..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ll-media.tmz.com/2011/10/31/1031-divorce-4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://ll-media.tmz.com/2011/10/31/1031-divorce-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;72 Days marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.crushable.com/files/2011/11/marriage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://cdn.crushable.com/files/2011/11/marriage2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Britney Spears' 55&lt;b&gt; hours &lt;/b&gt;marriage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/a-demi-divorce_350x473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/a-demi-divorce_350x473.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;But of course, there are also them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/tom-katie-suri-cruise-happy-family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" src="http://static.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/tom-katie-suri-cruise-happy-family.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes married since 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hellomagazine.com/imagenes/news-in-pics/2011/02/02/adam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hellomagazine.com/imagenes/news-in-pics/2011/02/02/adam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adam Sandler and Jacqueline Samantha Titone married since 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://intombi.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/20100601-will-smith-family-600x4111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://intombi.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/20100601-will-smith-family-600x4111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will Smith and Jada Pinkett Smith married since 1997&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://babyboomertalkonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/baby-boomers-tom-hanks-rita-wilson2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://babyboomertalkonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/baby-boomers-tom-hanks-rita-wilson2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson married since 1985&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blindgossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/kevin-bacon-kyra-sedgwick-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blindgossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/kevin-bacon-kyra-sedgwick-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kevin Bacon and Kyra Sedgwick married since 1988&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Those who truly love each other will live happily ever after. It doesn't matter whether they are gay or straight- they are as happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Heterosexuality is not normal, it's just common"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;- Dorothy Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You don't have to be gay to be a supporter-- you just have to be human"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;- Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.africaw.com/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=60&amp;amp;stc=1&amp;amp;d=1254186002" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://www.africaw.com/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=60&amp;amp;stc=1&amp;amp;d=1254186002" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Stop hating and start loving. Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-4708328870192038903?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4708328870192038903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/gay-or-straight-doesnt-matter-theyre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4708328870192038903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4708328870192038903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/gay-or-straight-doesnt-matter-theyre.html' title='Gay or Straight- doesn&apos;t matter, they&apos;re happy!'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-6048310530511973728</id><published>2012-01-05T21:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:16:36.364+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Inspiration'/><title type='text'>My Inspiration: Mikhail Gorbachev</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/2o/mikhail-gorbachev-0908-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.esquire.com/cm/esquire/images/2o/mikhail-gorbachev-0908-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mikhail Sergeyevich Gorbachev&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (2 March 1931- ) was blamed for the collapse of communism in Soviet Union. He was also blamed for Soviet Union breaking into smaller countries. Not long after both of his domestic reforms seemed to fail the country and the incidence of 'August Coup', Gorbachev resigned as the leader of Soviet Union (1991).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be a historian. I'm only a student who happened to learn about Gorbachev when studying for elective History. He appeared in the last chapter of my study, and I must say that he was the perfect and inspiring ending to the interesting study of the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did he lead the fall of communism in Soviet Union? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He introduced the two famous domestic reforms, &lt;b&gt;Perestroika&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Glasnost&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perestroika is the reform where the government granted its citizens full control of the market. Citizens did not need to wait for the Central government to give orders on what to produce.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glasnost, is openness, where people are no longer constrained from publicly criticizing the government, where people are no longer blindfolded from the truth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;However, there was a clash between those who are for and against of these reforms. Economy took a deep plunge after the Perestroika was introduced. People began to be aware of what actually the former leader, Joseph Stalin, did during his regime of ruthlessness to run the region. The sense of nationalism within the diverge ethnic groups began to rise, and small Soviet countries started to ask for independence. Eventually, Soviet Union was dissolved and communism crumbled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How did he lead the fall of communism in Eastern Europe?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He withdrew Soviet troops who were in charge in Eastern Europe. Leaving the dictators of Eastern European countries defenseless. As European people were tired of having to live in misery, oppression and not to forget being economically backward countries compared to their Western European neighboring-countries, they began to topple the then rulers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://berlinwalldebate.weebly.com/uploads/6/5/0/9/6509433/3569288.jpg?330" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://berlinwalldebate.weebly.com/uploads/6/5/0/9/6509433/3569288.jpg?330" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fellowshipofminds.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/berlin-wall-freedom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://fellowshipofminds.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/berlin-wall-freedom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Destruction of Berlin Wall that separated the East and West Europe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is the world's hero. And I don't simply say that because communism was erased, capitalism won, thus it was true that when USA said that communism was evil it was actually evil, so yipee USA was right. GO USA! Na-ah, &lt;b&gt;I'm not pro-USA&lt;/b&gt;- I'm also not against USA though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Soviet's economy did crumble, so did the wall of oppression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Stalin's rule, education was not to educate the mind of the young, it was only a means of propaganda. Art was controlled and so was education. People who was felt as threats were executed. Intellects- who were supposed to be potential future leaders- were killed. There was no freedom. Gorbachev introduced freedom to these people. A lot of prisoners were freed under Glasnost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communism itself was destroying the region. The weak central government failed to efficiently organize the market. Hence, people were deprived of their basic needs. If say, Gorbachev left the system as it was, sooner or later, it would also crumble. The system made the price alcohol cheaper than food and beverages. This caused workers to consume alcohol, and affected their working performance. As the system was equality, no matter how bad the quality of the work was, workers who work will still be paid. Also, because of the equality system, this discouraged the workers from working hard. They realized no matter how good the quality of the goods they produced, it would make no difference to their wages- why work hard then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that communism is a perfect system where everyone is equal and none shall be more or less than the others. A system that will bring justice to the unfairness of life. However, s system with a defect that is so obvious and how well this system goes depends on a human nature that is hard to come by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quoted by B.Taylor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"For Marxism (communism) to work, very little greed and jealousy can exist and people must have a general feeling of charity and a willingness to work their hardest for the good of everyone. These are obviously &lt;b&gt;not common&lt;/b&gt; traits. Marxism could also work &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;if&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; those who have the greatest abilities and those who work the hardest are satisfied with rewards equivalent to those with lesser abilities and those who don't work hard at all- which is very unlikely."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor was assigned to handle a dying patient. There were two decisions that needed to be considered to save the patient. Either one, the doctor take the risk, operate the patient and the patient may survive or die or two, don't take the risk and let the patient suffer the disease and die. Gorbachev was this doctor, and the dying patient is Soviet Union. Given this choice, surely the wisest is to give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His main goal was to fix the stagnant economy of Soviet Union. He attempted to recognize the problem and was soon aware that it would be impossible to save the economy without changing the then structure. Gorbachev did his best, and he failed. Many condemned him for what he did-Even China condemned him for being too soft and  befriending capitalist countries, but today more people started to notice what he has contributed to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He withdrew troops from Afghanistan as he wanted to set priorities and wars shouldn't make it to the top of the list. He freed Eastern Europe from oppression and gave them freedom to choose their leaders. He fixed his relationship with USA and other western countries. He ended the Cold War.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.politico.com/global/news/30883_web_ThisDay-Gorbachev-Reagan-AP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://images.politico.com/global/news/30883_web_ThisDay-Gorbachev-Reagan-AP.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorbachev and Ronald Reagan, former President of USA&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another personal trait that I admire from this man is his &lt;b&gt;honesty&lt;/b&gt;. He has this particular birthmark on his head. The previous leaders such as Joseph Stalin, would not ever let himself be seen as less than perfect. Given the fact that everything under Stalin's regime was manipulated, it was no surprise to know that the images of Stalin were manipulated to perfection. Gorbachev refused to 'erase' his birthmark, and when asked why he simply answered, '&lt;i&gt;If such simple thing needs to be hidden, what is left there to be unhidden?&lt;/i&gt;' Growing up under Stalin's rule, he has probably had enough of living in falseness. He knew deep down, everyone has also had enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usernetsite.com/photography/photojournalist-robert-lebeck/mikhail-gorbachev---munich---1992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://www.usernetsite.com/photography/photojournalist-robert-lebeck/mikhail-gorbachev---munich---1992.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKH6xatHIh4/TZjghOOZdOI/AAAAAAAAArE/YvdzEmBOXug/s1600/gorbachevRaisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKH6xatHIh4/TZjghOOZdOI/AAAAAAAAArE/YvdzEmBOXug/s320/gorbachevRaisa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gorbachev and his late wife, Raisa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always wondered how he could run the country so differently from his predecessors. He helped in his father's farm during the collectivisation period.&amp;nbsp;He grew up under Stalin's rule, when everything taught was propaganda.&amp;nbsp;However, he managed to differ from the society he was born in- an inspiration indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;He managed to change not only Soviet Union, but also the world we're living today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yce4Cm35e9g/TLkNG3Kp8uI/AAAAAAAAAIc/petVMYqAzOI/s1600/Mikhail+Gorbachev+nobel+prize+1990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yce4Cm35e9g/TLkNG3Kp8uI/AAAAAAAAAIc/petVMYqAzOI/s320/Mikhail+Gorbachev+nobel+prize+1990.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gorbachev was awarded Nobel Peace Prize in the 1990 for his success in ending the Cold War and bringing freedom to Eastern Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although he was already 80 years old last 2011, and going to 81 this year, Gorbachev is still politically active. He even criticized Putin for the '&lt;i&gt;voting result controversy&lt;/i&gt;' last 2011. He may be old, but he's not giving up, especially remembering in the early 2009 when an interviewer asked him how he saw his place in history. "&lt;i&gt;Don't consign me&lt;/i&gt;," he growled, "&lt;i&gt;to history&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csmonitor.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/media/images/1013-russia-gorbachev/10824375-2-eng-US/1013-Russia-Gorbachev_full_600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://www.csmonitor.com/var/ezflow_site/storage/images/media/images/1013-russia-gorbachev/10824375-2-eng-US/1013-Russia-Gorbachev_full_600.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Favorite Quotes by Gorbachev:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“If what you have done yesterday still looks big to you, you haven't done much today.”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;“It would be naive to think that the problems plaguing mankind today can be solved with means and methods which were applied or seemed to work in the past. . .”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: right;"&gt;- when asked why he withdrew troops from Afghanistan and Eastern European countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;“If not me, who? And if not now, when?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-when asked why did he apply 'Perestroika and Glasnost'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good grief, I never meant for this post to look like some kind of school report. I enjoyed writing it though ;) Hope this post may be useful for those who read it.&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/8792941897365169014-6048310530511973728?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6048310530511973728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-inspiration-mikhail-gorbachev.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6048310530511973728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6048310530511973728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-inspiration-mikhail-gorbachev.html' title='My Inspiration: Mikhail Gorbachev'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKH6xatHIh4/TZjghOOZdOI/AAAAAAAAArE/YvdzEmBOXug/s72-c/gorbachevRaisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-5237913720130091723</id><published>2012-01-03T02:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:42:26.215+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>Finding the One- the Exception</title><content type='html'>I was listening to '&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Exception&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;' by Paramore the other day. Then it struck me when I realized how incredibly sweet the song it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;'Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul, that love never lasts...'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'...But darling, you're the only exception.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that true love enables one to accept each other for who they are. What could be better than that? How about finding a person who likes you for your best &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;your worst? The one who actually finds what other people think of you being disgusting cute. That one person who will never be tired of all your '&lt;i&gt;uniqueness&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one person that you know will never judge you for being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like one of &lt;b&gt;Ted Mosby&lt;/b&gt;'s quotes from the sitcom '&lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHYtQ2R64hg/TwH9THnlbqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E8V5BI-Xz_w/s1600/ted_mosby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHYtQ2R64hg/TwH9THnlbqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E8V5BI-Xz_w/s400/ted_mosby.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. Yes, we should.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;To find that one person who is completely different from you, yet one who not only understands or accepts but actually likes you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No body is perfect; But when one's imperfection is perfect in another one's eye and vice-versa - they are probably meant for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's just say this is another day when a teenage girl was day dreaming and ended up writing this lovey-dovey post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And, off-topic,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's 2012 WOHOO :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that another year has come by. Hello, 2012. I wouldn't really say that 2011 sucked. I've learnt a lot of things in 2011. I learn about responsibility, friendship, hardship, stress, family, not running away- I learnt how to live.&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty much like a game, and age is like '&lt;b&gt;level of the game&lt;/b&gt;'. The older you get, the harder life is. It's a game that everyone will lose in the end- hey, everyone will eventually die right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to THANK God, family and friends for all their support. Without them, really, I would completely be nothing. Wish everyone happiness throughout the year !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-5237913720130091723?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5237913720130091723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/finding-one-exception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5237913720130091723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5237913720130091723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2012/01/finding-one-exception.html' title='Finding the One- the Exception'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iHYtQ2R64hg/TwH9THnlbqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/E8V5BI-Xz_w/s72-c/ted_mosby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-2128165952014647639</id><published>2011-12-22T19:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:43:02.010+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Reflections'/><title type='text'>Why I Hate Ghosts</title><content type='html'>I hate ghosts. Why? Because they're scary that's why. Some people may say, "&lt;i&gt;Pfft, ghosts aren't real!&lt;/i&gt;". Say what you need to say, but I am still afraid of them. Maybe I know they will not do anything really bad, and if I do see them I... No, no, that &lt;u&gt;won't&lt;/u&gt; happen. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay first of all, I don't know why but all of them are just scary-looking. Covered in &lt;b&gt;blood&lt;/b&gt;, messed-up face, ripped skin, and &lt;b&gt;more blood&lt;/b&gt;. It's just- ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I mean right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My primary school was said to be used as a hospital during the World War II era and hey, coincidence coincidence, the bathroom used to be the mortuary. Then we had a building that used to be a graveyard, so basically we're stepping on graves full of corpses. 1 bazillion years ago a woman hung herself in this room, at night sometimes people hear noises. I know this planet is old, but why did &lt;b&gt;every place has to be used as graveyard/hospital/places where people die&lt;/b&gt;?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's another reason why I fear ghosts. They are said to be &lt;u&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, but definitely not the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;GHOSTS DEFY THE LAW OF NATURE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends said that psychos are scarier than ghosts since they are real. You can have a psychotic neighbors who love to kill people with hammers, you really never know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least they are PEOPLE. You can still run from them, trick them, lock them away or kill them. What about ghosts? Run away and they'll still be in front of you. Hit them and you will miss. Kill them? They are already dead. Hell, they don't even need to know your phone number to terrorize you through phone calls (e.g. one missed call). They walk through walls, doors- everything. They can just pop out from the darkness and BOO surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe some people will find this post amazingly laughable or silly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being scared of ghosts sucks, you are helpless in the darkn and it can be pretty troublesome when you constantly need people to accompany you to do stuffs (going to the toilet for example).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.: I was going to put pictures of ghosts to prove my points, but, HELL I don't even dare searching for their pictures in Google. I know I will be unable to sleep if I do :'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's almost Christmas! I know as we grow older the excitement tends to fade away but PLEASE DON'T. Christmas is one of those days when you are allowed to be happy with no reason at all. Think of all the good things you had throughout this year, think of all the good things that will happen after this very day. Today is the oldest you've become, yet the youngest you'll ever be. Cherish the moment! HAVE A WONDROUS CHRISTMAS EVERYONE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-2128165952014647639?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2128165952014647639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-i-hate-ghosts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2128165952014647639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2128165952014647639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-i-hate-ghosts.html' title='Why I Hate Ghosts'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-5087544750263307882</id><published>2011-11-25T20:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:48:06.954+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><title type='text'>Movies that drive me nuts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, it has been awhile since the last time I wrote something in English. Apologies to those who find mistakes in my post.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You got up from your seat, feeling disappointed. You walked out from the cinema and told yourself, "&lt;i&gt;Damn, I shouldn't watch that movie. A complete waste of two hours of my life&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this scenario must have happened to you at least &lt;b&gt;ONCE&lt;/b&gt;. Well, it happened to me several times already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why? Why do we feel this way?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes maybe because the movies are too &lt;b&gt;low-budget&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;unrealistic&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;strike&gt; pointless &lt;/strike&gt;blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me share some of the movies that have made me: O___O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tintin the Adventure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched Tintin the Adventure the other day- last Saturday to be exact- and you know what? Tintin can't do anything without his dog. Oh no, wait, the whole movie wouldn't even exist without his dog. His dog is far too impressive even compared to humans. The dog was the first one to find the clue. It was the one that saved Tintin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was watching it and was like "&lt;i&gt;Whaaaa? I also want &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; dog as my pet!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watch the movie and you'll understand exactly what I mean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tintin's dog is a GENIUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there is this captain in the movie who had a change of character tremendously fast. From a drunken man to a brave and wise captain. Tintin and the gang destroyed the city while chasing the villain, but of course no one cared about the city they even rewarded Tintin at the end of the movie. There are other unrealistic parts that I can't exactly remember.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a great movie, although some parts are just too... uh, unrealistic and they left me questioning about a lot of things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidzcoolzone.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/The-Adventures-of-TinTin-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://kidzcoolzone.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/The-Adventures-of-TinTin-movie-poster.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the graphic &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides that, everything is fine. I still managed to enjoy the movie and the animation was &lt;b&gt;very admirable&lt;/b&gt;. I am well -ware that the movie receives good ratings (86% at rotten tomateos and 78% at imdb), but for me, it's an OK movie. It is not that bad, it is still worth watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EAT PRAY LOVE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh God, I watched this movie last year- I think?- and I regret every penny that I spent for the movie. I heard the book was good and inspirational and I was like "&lt;i&gt;Okay, the book is a best-seller, surely it won't hurt to watch its movie?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WRONG.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was so BORING. &lt;u&gt;I fell asleep&lt;/u&gt;. No kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the movie Julia Robert should be visiting Italy, India and Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was really bored at the part in Italy I couldn't help but to fall asleep and &lt;b&gt;BOOM&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;suddenly it was in India already with all the dancings, singings and colourful thingies (not sure).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vWUI5k-o/TLaQGK68KXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/6-HYA12Bzi8/s1600/eat-pray-love-india2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vWUI5k-o/TLaQGK68KXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/6-HYA12Bzi8/s400/eat-pray-love-india2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, i was right 8D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wasn't alone as &lt;b&gt;my friend also fell asleep&lt;/b&gt;. Then the movie proceeded to Bali where Julia Roberts found her true love (or maybe it was some kind of random dude- not sure, I didn't bother to pay attention. YES it was &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; boring). For the rest of the movie, instead of watching it, my friend and I laughed throughout the film about how boring it is (the actor had an OK appearance however it was worsened by his horrendous acting- it came to a personal conclusion that maybe all the money were used up to bring all the crews travelling around the world and oh- to rent elephants).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I realised that Eat pray love is not generally well-received as it only received 37% ratings in rotten tomatoes and a shocking 52%(quite high :o) in imdb. To me, &lt;b&gt;NA-AH&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eclipse or New Moon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't work for me. The movies has no stories, pokerfaced actors and&amp;nbsp;actresses, nothing&amp;nbsp;interesting, typical conflict of teen-romance and all those cliches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chzmemebase.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/memes-five-movies-one-facial-expression.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://chzmemebase.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/memes-five-movies-one-facial-expression.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yes I agree.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all?&lt;br /&gt;I even forget what the movie was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, GIMME BACK MY MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28% rotten tomatoes, 45% imdb&lt;/b&gt; (MAN, so generous of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of other movies that I do not mention which are as bad or worse.&lt;br /&gt;Economy is hard, so remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHOOSE YOUR MOVIE WISELY WHEN GOING TO THE CINEMA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry if this post offends anyone in any way, this is just a PERSONAL opinion. I'm just an amateur and I don't understand different aspects of a movie. I just simply say what I feel and think as an ordinary viewer.&amp;nbsp;Going to write about some movies that&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;left me with very GOOD impressions&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;next time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are the movies that have made you regret watching them? Kindly share 'em! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-5087544750263307882?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5087544750263307882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/movies-that-drive-me-nuts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5087544750263307882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5087544750263307882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/movies-that-drive-me-nuts.html' title='Movies that drive me nuts.'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H66vWUI5k-o/TLaQGK68KXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/6-HYA12Bzi8/s72-c/eat-pray-love-india2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-6760995571066162445</id><published>2011-11-14T13:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:55:47.948+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>It's OVER.</title><content type='html'>It's 14 November 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's over. No more papers. No more studying. No more guilt whenever I am not reading my text book. It's all over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 years of struggle. Yes, 2011 is probably by far the toughest year in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I do? Well, I have to admit that I screwed some of my exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's a lie if I say that I wasn't disappointed about it. I was but I am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have given my very best, and God knows that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad that every time I walked out from the examination hall I didn't have any regrets. I have studied- and I never studied this hard for as long as I've lived (no exaggeration!).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, whatever the result is, it will be God's plan for me. I know at first it may be difficult to accept the truth but for now... I'M JUST GOING TO ENJOY MY FRIKKIN HOLIDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES. A holiday! One and a half month I suppose? Well, I want to do things that I wasn't able to do because I needed to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to learn to make flash videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to draw- AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to read books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to relearn all about web designing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to enjoy my time with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do what I L-O-V-E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, my O level is officially over, but I still can't enjoy the fun since most of my friends still have one more paper to go ):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This freedom only allows me to play alone, I can't share the fun with them- I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THEY'RE DONE WITH THEIR PAPER TOO :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad O level is over, but then again, I don't want to leave this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad knowing that when I leave this building, life is going to change when I come back next year. I really have no idea what my life is going to be next year. I have nothing in mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad that yesterday was the last time I could go to the church together with my friends. The bus isn't going to be as crowded next year. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad that last night was the last time I would be able to see and hug some of my juniors :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad that everything- slowly but surely- is coming to its end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, it's an end for one thing, but a new beginning for another thing. What surprise does life still have for me? For all of us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess for now I should just enjoy what's in the grasp of my hand- FREEDOM.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-6760995571066162445?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6760995571066162445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6760995571066162445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6760995571066162445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s OVER.'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-6035308408430989585</id><published>2011-06-23T13:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:05:15.619+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>My Inspiration: Neil Patrick Harris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Neil Patrick Harris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;a.k.a Barney Stinson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really love this man. I firstly recognized him in his role as the casannova in the American Sitcom ‘&lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;’ a.k.a. Barney Stinson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mehariqbal.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/barney-stinson-awesome-quote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://mehariqbal.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/barney-stinson-awesome-quote.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, THAT awesome Barney&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He started his career as a child actor in Doogie Howser, M.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://classic-tv.com/shows/doogiehowsermd/cast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://classic-tv.com/shows/doogiehowsermd/cast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, he is the SHORTEST one.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As an adult, he did not get significant roles until he played in ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;’ that I have previously mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway long story short, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What makes him special?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In 2004, he officially declared himself as &lt;b&gt;gay&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The news shocked the media and his fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;His different sexual preference, however, doesn’t discourage him. He is very open about his relationship with his partner – &lt;b&gt;David Burtka&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In an interview with Letterman, he even shared a story about his family. How he and David managed to go through some complicated progress to have children. He has twins, by the way, a boy- &lt;b&gt;Gideon Scott&lt;/b&gt; and a girl- &lt;b&gt;Harper Grace&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn2.mamapop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Neil-Patrick-Harris-David-Burtka-Twins-Gideon-Harper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://cdn2.mamapop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Neil-Patrick-Harris-David-Burtka-Twins-Gideon-Harper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mommysdirtylittlesecret.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/twin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://mommysdirtylittlesecret.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/twin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.mamapop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Neil-Patrick-Harris-David-Burtka-Twins-Gideon-Harper-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://cdn.mamapop.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/Neil-Patrick-Harris-David-Burtka-Twins-Gideon-Harper-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He told Letterman during the show why he picked those names. He said he wanted unusual names yet easy to pronounce. It amazes me how he even thought of details like that. He clearly loves his family and is living a beautiful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;admire&lt;/b&gt; him; He’s not afraid to be different. He is proud to be what he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No body’s perfect, and he is not afraid to say it out loud. He even shines through his imperfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.tvsquad.com/media/2007/10/nph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.tvsquad.com/media/2007/10/nph.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, to those who might not notice, he did a very good job as a host in the 2011 Tony’s Award. He sang and danced amazingly. He has a really &lt;b&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/b&gt; voice. Maybe you guys should check out the videos? I’ll provide the links below ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6S5caRGpK4"&gt;Opening by Neil: Broadway is not for gay!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;*recommended*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqJxyuTMMog&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Duet with HUGH JACKMAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlc8XphOlhA"&gt;Closing by Neil: Rapping&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know some people disapprove same sex relationship, but when I see Neil and his partner, I can see love. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Much&lt;/u&gt; of love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_liXR7u-Sfsk/TRzB89A2fXI/AAAAAAAAH98/oMNojJkWN4E/s1600/nphpeople30029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_liXR7u-Sfsk/TRzB89A2fXI/AAAAAAAAH98/oMNojJkWN4E/s400/nphpeople30029.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cute and sweet!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They support each other like any other normal couples do. Also, they seem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;much happier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; than other Hollywood’s couples who are constantly on and off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;CHEERS TO YOU NEIL ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the other hand...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was going to write some stuffs about my holiday and... I figured that it is too long for an ending, so yeah I decided to put it in my next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HAVE A GOOD DAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-6035308408430989585?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6035308408430989585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-inspiration-neil-patrick-harris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6035308408430989585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6035308408430989585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-inspiration-neil-patrick-harris.html' title='My Inspiration: Neil Patrick Harris'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_liXR7u-Sfsk/TRzB89A2fXI/AAAAAAAAH98/oMNojJkWN4E/s72-c/nphpeople30029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Kebon Jeruk, Jakarta Capital Region, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.1868656 106.77642609999998</georss:point><georss:box>-6.2151166 106.75951509999999 -6.1586146 106.79333709999997</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-355482463054404499</id><published>2011-06-04T10:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T10:05:15.165+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>UNGLAM PICS.</title><content type='html'>Not much words in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to the beach with my batchmate this last Monday on the 30th of May. It was a lot of funnn! We did some random things, and yes, it was a very memorable day ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual we took a lot of photos, and I just realized something. I have so many unglam pics. Not only from this beach event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252409_1977052420432_1066747259_2303819_3285697_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252409_1977052420432_1066747259_2303819_3285697_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together with my friends.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/248081_10150204725682866_524732865_6996508_4493402_n.jpg04725682866&amp;amp;set=t.1297863291&amp;amp;type=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/248081_10150204725682866_524732865_6996508_4493402_n.jpg04725682866&amp;amp;set=t.1297863291&amp;amp;type=1" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wild night.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225459_1987154434579_1114850142_32375479_1471714_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/225459_1987154434579_1114850142_32375479_1471714_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SWOOSH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250331_10150211899363701_772658700_7059257_1163511_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/250331_10150211899363701_772658700_7059257_1163511_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182226_1769601514289_1066747259_2033430_3132254_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/182226_1769601514289_1066747259_2033430_3132254_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Odd one out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There are still some pics from hostel games that I didn't want to put here. Too humiliating :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for now. Have a great day aheaaaaaad! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-355482463054404499?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/355482463054404499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/06/unglam-pics.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/355482463054404499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/355482463054404499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/06/unglam-pics.html' title='UNGLAM PICS.'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-8944746614230469400</id><published>2011-05-17T20:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:58:12.890+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><title type='text'>Stand-Up Comedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I LOVE STAND-UP COMEDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; What is Stand-up comedy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A: Stand-up comedy&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a comedic&amp;nbsp;art form. Usually, a&amp;nbsp;comedian&amp;nbsp;performs in front of a live audience, speaking directly to them. Their performances are sometimes filmed for later release via&amp;nbsp;DVD, the&amp;nbsp;internet, and&amp;nbsp;televisio&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Television" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Television"&gt;n&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;credit to :&lt;/b&gt; Wikipedia O:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;So yeah, I like it a lot but I'm still new with this Stand-Up Comedy thingy. I knew about this a couple of years ago, and I haven't been spending much time to watch many varieties of this performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;My source for watching the performances? YouTube of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I have some favourites, however there are many good stand-up comics out there whom I don't know. And sometimes there are some that I can't really understand (yeah it sucks to have poor listening skill).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Anyway to check some of their videos, just click on the links that I've provided below. ENJOY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. DANE COOK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://turbo.inquisitr.com/wp-content/2011/04/Dan-Cook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://turbo.inquisitr.com/wp-content/2011/04/Dan-Cook.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;His signature move! \||i i||/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;He is an actor who plays in the movie called, "&lt;i&gt;Good Luck Chuck&lt;/i&gt;". He speaks very fluent English and not-too-fast pace, hence making him easy to listen to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;He's frikkin hilarious. He really is. I even have some of his videos in my iTouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utf2E-8B3TE"&gt;Sneezing Atheists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1IrUAmq4bE"&gt;The Time When I worked in Burger King (Flash Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. RUSSELL PETERS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiaarts.ucla.edu/media/images/RussellPeters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://www.asiaarts.ucla.edu/media/images/RussellPeters.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;His parents are Indians who moved to Canada. He was born in Canada, thus he speaks clear and fluent English. He is really good in imitating accents and has extremely funny facial expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I found out about him just recently. MAN HE IS REALLY GOOD. Although he can rather be too racist at times but I still find him VERY entertaining. He is my current favourite ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nn5jlrxcpkI"&gt;White folks, please beat your kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vw6RgIf6epQ"&gt;Indian Accent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. JEFF DUNHAM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://biermagazine.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/jeff_dunham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://biermagazine.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/jeff_dunham.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;He is a great comedian who uses puppets in his performance. Yes, he is a&amp;nbsp;ventriloquist. I love the way he makes different voices and personalities through his puppets. A unique comedian I suppose. I love him too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 20px;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uwOL4rB-go"&gt;Achmed the Dead Terroris&lt;/a&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;- Walter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kXOg23pGeA"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67XTB9fytdA"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;By the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just finished my mid-year exams. WOHOO. I feel relieved but at the same time... scared. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Disappointment sucks to the max. I always try not too expect but... Hope is always there. So yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And lately I've been feeling quite weird since I have been having these extreme mood-swings. :\ Uh, I don't know. See? It happens again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyway thanks for sparing your time to read this post, have a wonderful day ahead! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-8944746614230469400?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8944746614230469400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/05/stand-up-comedy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8944746614230469400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8944746614230469400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/05/stand-up-comedy.html' title='Stand-Up Comedy'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-2850812058620498620</id><published>2011-03-16T19:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:06:20.748+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Reflections'/><title type='text'>Have Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;"Once, all village people decided to pray for rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the day of prayer all people gathered and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;... Only &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; boy came with an umbrella."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;Short but meaningful, isn't it? I personally &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; this story :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;God is there, God hears our prayer. Eventually, it &lt;b&gt;depends on us&lt;/b&gt;... Do we trust Him enough to let Him help us? It's hard, especially in this world that constantly shakes our faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;There are lots of times when I felt like &lt;b&gt;giving up&lt;/b&gt;. Times when I felt so tired to a point I felt &lt;b&gt;numb&lt;/b&gt;. Times when I just wanted to &lt;b&gt;run away&lt;/b&gt; from the reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;I've promised myself that every time I feel that way, I'll remind myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;God never gives us problems we can't handle. If He does, He will bring us through it&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;It strengthened me somehow. I just know that I won't be alone. None of us is going to be alone. God will always be our side :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the side notes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;It's March break! I don't know whether to feel excited or sad... There is so much homework to be doneeeee. Dammmn it. Despite homework, I've gone through several moments that I &lt;b&gt;wouldn't want to change with anything else&lt;/b&gt;, so yeah, maybe I should feel excited ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-2850812058620498620?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2850812058620498620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-faith.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2850812058620498620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2850812058620498620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-faith.html' title='Have Faith'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-6770564403218476937</id><published>2011-02-05T22:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:56:18.603+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>LIFE'S GOOD for now</title><content type='html'>It's CHINESE NEW YEAAAR yeaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't have much time, so yeah bulletpointssss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;b&gt;had a super great time with my family! Comfoooooort to the max B)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; there's no place likee homeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; comfortable bed, cozy room, &lt;b&gt;Wi-Fi&lt;/b&gt; :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &lt;b&gt;parents and lil brooo!&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; visited only 3 houses for CNY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;b&gt;SICK: sore throat and cold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; damn, i've had runny nose throughout the holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; drank a lot of &lt;b&gt;honey lemon&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;strawberry juice&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- tasted yummy tho :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; couldn't eat &lt;b&gt;ice cream&lt;/b&gt; ;__; AT ALL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;b&gt;had a BLAST with my friends @ Puri Mall&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; on my way there &lt;b&gt;texted w/ tap2 &lt;/b&gt;although both of us were in the car ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; they delayed their movies and it was all my fault, #anaksibuk could only watch half of the movie bcoz of that, sorreeeeh )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; past school-life. current-affairs.&lt;b&gt; future JOBS &lt;/b&gt;(ha, some of us don't really have bright future)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; while waiting, went to Gramedia and read a lot of books &lt;b&gt;for FREE&lt;/b&gt; yeaaaah&lt;s&gt; (UDIK)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Foodie triiiip&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; not really a trip but eat lots and lots of food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; haven't had the chance to eat everythiiing but &lt;b&gt;good enouuuggghh&lt;/b&gt; :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Misunderstanding and stuff with a best friend of mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; still trying to sort things out, andd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; hope everything will turn back to what it used to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Someone used my old account&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; ugh, idontknow who it is. Hope it won't lead to anything bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- .&lt;b&gt;. and yeaaah, here we are, back to the reality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; going back to SG tmrrw ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; have hmwrks,&lt;b&gt; IT'S FRIKKIN HOLIDAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; gonna need to go and make new MRT card since I lost the old one, and... there seemed to be no hope in finding it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;b&gt;buuuut... Gonna have hostel games real soon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; ACE YEAH ACE ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; it's going to be &lt;b&gt;excitingg!&lt;/b&gt; I had a lot of fun last year :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-6770564403218476937?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6770564403218476937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/02/lifes-good-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6770564403218476937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6770564403218476937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/02/lifes-good-for-now.html' title='LIFE&apos;S GOOD for now'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-8574883697102497220</id><published>2011-01-30T00:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:17:32.280+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>I just DO :)</title><content type='html'>In the previous post, I sounded... err.. emo? HAHA well, not anymore. This is going the &lt;b&gt;shortest post&lt;/b&gt; EVER. Okay so get readyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I LOVE YOU&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...and I just do!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way &lt;u&gt;I'm not in love&lt;/u&gt; or anything, it's not for someone. It's for... Yeah ;)&lt;br /&gt;In the end no body's perfect right? &lt;b&gt;No body needs&lt;/b&gt; to, though. They will &lt;b&gt;always be perfect&lt;/b&gt; to those who love them dearly&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;O yeah, try listening to &lt;b&gt;P!nk's F**cking Perfect&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;The title may sound a little too... explicit, or brutal or anything but the song is far from that kind of stuffs. It's sweet ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-8574883697102497220?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8574883697102497220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8574883697102497220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8574883697102497220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-do.html' title='I just DO :)'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-6877455584915358604</id><published>2011-01-29T13:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:47:37.397+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of Hell</title><content type='html'>Yep, definitely a week of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I had &lt;b&gt;four&lt;/b&gt; exams, )):&lt;br /&gt;History essay, Chemistry test, A Math test and Social studies essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were difficult and also we're given like so little time. Yeaaaah. I was damn frustrated especially last week, exactly on Saturday. It had been quite awhile since the last time I had exams so yeah... I kind of panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that all of them are now things in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to sleep early, and yeah wake up early. I failed to do the second thing. I wouldn't wake up in the morning unless the light in my room isn't turned on. My hand would automatically turn off my alarm even though I'm still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I almost brushed my teeth with facial foam. Well, I did that last year and it tasted awful. It surely woke me up. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah I'm going back next week! OhmyGod I can't believe that it is almost the end of the month and CHINESE NEW YEAR is coming! And a week after chinese new year there's going to be hostel games. February is going to be an exciting month, I hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately, you know the quote, "Don't make someone a priority when he makes you as an option"? I don't know. Something has been bothering me lately. This quote seems to fit me well and frankly, I'm confused. If you love someone (as a friend), but h/she doesn't love you back, must we, stop loving him/er? I don't know, like, really, don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then something struck my mind, if I made a list of things that I hate about you and I love about you. I could come out with lines and lines of reasons why I hate you, when I got to the second part, I could only write a line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated? I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just put aside the emo-ness, I'm excited to see my family and friends this upcoming week. :DDDDD&amp;nbsp;Weee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-6877455584915358604?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6877455584915358604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-week-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6877455584915358604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6877455584915358604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-week-of-hell.html' title='First Week of Hell'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-5132636590723351359</id><published>2011-01-28T23:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:54:13.731+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>4 Days and 3 Nights: The Last Night</title><content type='html'>Yah, seperti biasa. Gua bangun dan udah tinggal berdua doang ama si Rita. Gua turun kebawah, tapi lom ada yang masak &lt;i&gt;brunch&lt;/i&gt;. Keliatannya &lt;i&gt;nasi batu&lt;/i&gt;* kmaren malem di masak ulang biar ga gitu keras oleh si nadia. Haha buat masak nasi gorengnya kita masak dua kali, sekali buat yang gak pedes dan yang kedua kali buat yang pemakan pedasss :D :D :D&lt;b&gt; enak banget&lt;/b&gt; loh! Haha udah hari ke 3, jadi masakannya makin jago (amin dah atau cuman gua yang ngerasa begitu?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abis slesai makan ada yang nonton&lt;b&gt; shinchan&lt;/b&gt; di tipi, ada yang mandi dlu. Slama nunggu smua orang slesai mandi kita main kartu, terus ada saat dimana &lt;b&gt;gua, nadia, indrik dan darien&lt;/b&gt; berakhir di meja yang sama dan akan bermain capsa (&lt;u&gt;bad sign bad sign&lt;/u&gt;), tapi kita tetep maen aja tuh hahaha. O iya gua jadi inget pas chatting ama si garis, kita lagi ngata2in si *&lt;i&gt;ehem&lt;/i&gt;* darien (sorii nickname dia terlalu ga enak buat ditulis terus menerus -__-). Tentang &lt;b&gt;anthem&lt;/b&gt; and all, HAHA yang ada disana waktu itu pasti ngerti maksud gua! Ini juga asalnya si dahar ngomong &lt;s&gt;kyoot, biutipul&lt;/s&gt;, bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ortu nadai dateng dua kali, pertama ketika ada si nadia, kedua kali pas dia lagi mandi. Pas dia lagi mandi, nyokapnya datang dan bawain 2 ember KFC buat kitaaa. &lt;b&gt;THANKS TANTE :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua jadi inget gua pernah taruhan jumlah ayam di dalem dua ember itu. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, ada beberapa yang mau jalan- jalan muter- muter, yap, bosan. Tapi beberapa ada yang mau tinggal di villa (bener ga sih??). Disaat yang mau jalan- jalan siap2, tiba2 &amp;nbsp;mati lampu bentarr.. Smua yang tadinya ga mau jalan langsung ninggalin apapun yang mereka kerjain, beres- beres barang, "yok jalan". Tapi bbrapa detik kemudian dah nyala lampunya, tapiii... yaudah deh, mungkin itu pertanda, jalan aja. Haha. Cuaca? Ga tralu bagus juga, kayak kmaren, agak rintik- rintik. Bikin kesel sih cuacanya, kadang2 reda kadang2 deras.. grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus kita jalan dan nyampe di tempat yang 1 taun yang lalu, gua, indrik, nadai dan darien pernah pergi sebelomnyaa. Ah kangen banget deh, tapi sayang, masa batunya di corat coret sih HIH nyebelin deh. Oiyabuat mereka yang ga bisa liat darien manjat, silakan liat dibawah ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs266.snc1/9332_1084946484671_1256656392_30192429_4606838_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs266.snc1/9332_1084946484671_1256656392_30192429_4606838_n.jpg" width="419" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA BUSTED DAR ;) | Liat deh batunya bersih bangeeet kaaaaaaaan ):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;YA, itu dia. Monyet kita. HAHA. Pas disuru manjet lagi malah gengsi- gengsi. Ckckc. Manjet aja lah teman. Abis itu kita poto2 random aja deh. Terus kita pingin poto bareng ber-sebelas ceritanya. Pokoknya semuanya. Bngung mau gimana jg, tadinya pingin minta tolong abang- abang yang duduk nan jauh disana... Tapi ternyata ada alternatif, haha yaitu naro fotonya di salah satu batu disana terus taro auto. Hahaha, karena sesuatu, kita jadi ambil foto 10x berturut- turut. HAHA udah gitu si hans paling banyak goyangannya. Ah emang si gaga gabisa dieeeem :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1215.snc4/156699_474186408126_768653126_5820283_7108674_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1215.snc4/156699_474186408126_768653126_5820283_7108674_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;:) bandingin deh batunya. argh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehabis itu kita agak bingung mau lanjut jalan kemana, ada yang mau pulang dan masih mau jalan. Aku... mau pulang deh masak nasi. :)) Peter ama zuki pergi jalan- jalan lagi, mereka bernarsis- narsis ria. Hahaha. Masak nasi jadi gampang setelah hari pertama, kita udah belajar dari kesalahan... Oke, di villa ada yang ngelepasin alat bbq kemaren, terus gua liat si nike dan hans berlarian kejar- kejaran kaya di film india saling meperin oli dan nyipratin air. Ahh teman- temanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama siapin makan malem, mereka bermain dengan &lt;b&gt;monopoli yang kecil,&lt;/b&gt; HAHA. itu ngaco deh, bisa ada pajak and all :) melvin seperti biasa, di &lt;b&gt;diskriminasi&lt;/b&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malem itu kita juga mau ngebuat sup yang isinya kayak &lt;i&gt;crab stik, bakso, dll&lt;/i&gt; gitu. Hahaha. Dua ahli bumbu kita, nadia ma nike sukses menciptakan &lt;b&gt;kuaah yang enak&lt;/b&gt; padahal kita ga punya bumbu aneh2 haha :) dan btw nasinya sukses! Haha! gak usah kayak tempo hari dimana kita nuangin 2 gelas air setiap 15 mnit skali dan dimasak berulang- ulang (aaah itu kalo diinget- inget lucu juga ya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehabis itu kita beres- beres, nyuci piring dan dll. Rencananya kita mau nonton The Omen, film serem gitu yang dulu seinget gua gak serem dan ternyata... gua tetep gabisa nonton dengan tenang -___- Ada yang nonton tv di atas dan di bawah. Yang diatas nonton golden compass, dibawah nonton sinetron hahaha. Itulah saat dimana gua masuk ke kamar atas yang lagi nonton acara nyanyi- nyanyi dan salah nyebut penyanyinya sebagai ruben. Dan diketawain smuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha saat ngobrol- ngobrol di kamar itu juga saat dimana si nadia gregetan kenapa si korban aka melvin ga pernah marah HAHAHA atau kesal atau gimanapun. Inilah kasus yang langka dimana yang nyiksa yang kesel :)) Ajaib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah menit- menit sebelum film omen dimulai jam 12 mlm, kita memutuskan buat ngabisin stok roti 3 bungkus dengan bikin ropang. Yah. Sort of. Terus si darien dapet roti paling spesiaaaaaal, :)) pake saus BBQ HAHA. Udah nyadar gitu tetep diabisin, ahh... Gua harap dia gapapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas filem mulai, hans dan rita dah balik ke kamar. Seperti gua, mereka juga ga suka filem- filem gituan. Gua, harusnya, bergabung ama mereka. Tapi gua mengadu nasib dan coba nonton. Di tengah- tengah gua takut -___- terus gua minta tolong rita untuk nemenin gua ke kamar atas untuk nge charge. Kamar cewe- cewe lagi ada yang make colokannya, jadi gua mo make kamar dahar ma indrik. Jadi gini, diatas cuman ada gua dan rita, sisanya dibawah lagi nonton. Kita berdua masuk tuh kamar dan tv-nya nyala lom dimatiin. Baru gua jalan masuk bbrp langkah, terus gua kaget, liat tvnya masih nyala dan channelny RCTI -____- a.k.a. the omen lagi tayang saat itu. Entah kenapa kita kaget dan... teriak dan... lari secepet2nya dari kamar itu. Ah... -____- Takut ajalah gitu, menghindari ssuatu tapi tiba2 muncul lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end gua nonton tuh filem keputus- putus. Yang lain biasa- biasa saja. Haha gua sempet maen capsa ama rita, zuki dan nike. Terus pas di tengah2 juga si zuki kayak balik ke kamar duluan dan tidur haha. Kasian deh kasur kamar yang dibawah basah ketumpahan aer ama si nike ;)) atau itu gara2 melvin?!! :S HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuh film seru sih tapi &amp;nbsp;kayak dipotong2 iklan -__- bener2 ga pas deh timingnya haha. Abis itu filem abis, kita smua tidur deh, dan sadar besok pagi kita harus bangun dan pulang. Malem terakhir sblon smua ini berakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*nasi batu: nasi yang terbentuk ketika masih bentuk beras, dipeluk melvin sehingga mengalami kegagalan dalam proses pemasakkan.&amp;nbsp;&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/8792941897365169014-5132636590723351359?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5132636590723351359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-days-and-3-nights-last-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5132636590723351359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5132636590723351359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2011/01/4-days-and-3-nights-last-night.html' title='4 Days and 3 Nights: The Last Night'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-6027140000937683453</id><published>2010-12-24T15:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:18:01.283+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>4 Days and 3 Nights: Extraordinary Second Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday, 20 December 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, gua bangun pagi- pagi dan dari yang tadinya ada 5 orang di kamar, gua tinggal &lt;b&gt;berdua &lt;/b&gt;ama si rita. Gua emang bukan&lt;i&gt; morning person&lt;/i&gt;, haha. Turun ke bawah dengan kesadaran masih setengah- setengah, yang laen sudah memasak breakfast. Umm.. Tapi itu dah &lt;b&gt;jam sepuluhan&lt;/b&gt; sih, jadi lebih tepat kalo disebut &lt;i&gt;Brunch&lt;/i&gt; kayanyaa. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangga loh kita- kita, walau cuman bocah- bocah amatir, bisa membuat spaghetti sendiri yang enak (walau kita pake yang instan). Eh &lt;b&gt;gak instan- instan amet&lt;/b&gt;!! Kita masih masak pake kompor, kasih sosis yang dipotong- potong, pkoknya &lt;b&gt;masi&lt;/b&gt; diitung masak! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs620.snc4/58050_474175088126_768653126_5820061_3406169_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs620.snc4/58050_474175088126_768653126_5820061_3406169_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ah nike sok nutup2in kayak banci kena grebek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Setelah kita masak dan beres- beres. Nyadar deh kalo persediaan air kita sangat amat teramat kurang, aplagi setelah ngerebus pasta. Kayaknya dari sisa&lt;b&gt; 9&lt;/b&gt; botol yang dibeli kemaren tambah &lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; botol sumbangan dr mely ama indrik, sisanya tinggal&lt;b&gt; 4-5 &lt;/b&gt;botol doang. Oke, ini sih pasti kurang. Jadi sekitar jam setengah &lt;i&gt;dua siang&lt;/i&gt; gitu kita memutuskan untuk pergi dan beli aqua. Kita jalann deh tanpa tujuan pasti, yang gua tau pokoknya ke arah &lt;b&gt;pintu gerbang depan&lt;/b&gt; (dan kita bisa dibilang ada di dket&lt;u&gt; pintu gerbang belakang&lt;/u&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita coba jalan teruss, terus itu agak grimis gua inget. Takut sakit, jadi pake hoodie kalo gak pasang jaket di pala &amp;nbsp;gitu (yah itu gua). &amp;nbsp;Kita jalan dan jalan terus ketemu satu mini market di kota bunga yang deket ama kantor pemasaran itu. Ah, udah ga jual aer, barangnya mahal- mahal smua. &lt;b&gt;ARGH&lt;/b&gt; terpaksa deh kita jalan lagi. Paling ada beberapa yang beli snack, atau obat gitu. Waktu menunjukkan &lt;b&gt;pukul 14:36&lt;/b&gt; (kurang lebi laaah).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setelah jalan bentar kita kaya ketemu kios- kios gitu. Seperti ketemu berkah kita ksana dan trnyata, huf, walau bentuknya kios, harganya tetep mahal juga. Masa aqua 1.5 liter harganya ampe &lt;b&gt;7500&lt;/b&gt;. Ah diketok men, yaudah deh, kita jalan lagi, keluar kota bunga. Rencananya mo ke alfamart yang ad di luar sono. Waktu hari pertama rasanya kok tuh alfamart deket bangeet, yah itu gara2 naik mobil kayaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;1-2 kali&lt;/u&gt; gua hampir diserempet motor (yay me!), akhirnya &lt;b&gt;20 menitan&lt;/b&gt; gitu nyampe. Dsana kita nge stok ulang sgala- galanya mie instan beli lagi deh 20 biji (19 gobang + &lt;b&gt;1 mie gepeng gaga&lt;/b&gt; punya c bocah ajaib, &lt;u&gt;hans&lt;/u&gt;). Beli lagi sprite satu botol. Setelah melewati dilema akhirnya kita beli &lt;b&gt;17 botol aqua&lt;/b&gt; lagi. Stlah itu kita nitip deh ama mba alfamartnya soalnya kita mau makan, untung boleh! kalo ga repot bawa2 gituan kemana- mana. Terus dapet gratis es krim gara2 pembelanjaan kita banyak gitu, kasih ke si anak smuki yang kyoot itu lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita akhirnya milih buat &lt;b&gt;makan bubur&lt;/b&gt;, smuanya makan bubur kecuali mely mesen mie goreng, rita nasgor dan si nadai ga napsu makan. Stlah ditunggu2 buburnya tiba dan... yah itu mangkok pas diliat kayanya dalem gitu, pas dimakan rasanya kok dangkal banget ya? Pas si dahar ma indrik mo nambah, katanya udah abis itu smua dah porsi terakhir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hans: "&lt;i&gt;Buuu mau bayar&lt;/i&gt;" *nadanya aslinya sumpah lucu hahaha*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibu yang jualan: "&lt;i&gt;ohh satunya %^&amp;amp;#$&lt;/i&gt; *ngmg ga jelas* &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;lima belas ribu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kita: "&lt;i&gt;?!!! berapa bu?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibu yang jualan: "&lt;i&gt;Lima belas ribu de&lt;/i&gt;k"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entah siapa: &lt;i&gt;"tadi bukannya tujuh ribu?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibu yang jualan: "&lt;i&gt;oh enggak itu nasgor ama mie goreng! bubur mah satunya tujuh rebu atuhh&lt;/i&gt;" *lalu tuh ibu2 ketawa2 tanpa tau kita dah sakit jantung, masa bubur sgitu ampe 15 ribu*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalu kita balik ke alfmart tadi untuk ngambil belanjaan kita, bingung deh gimana bawanya ini. Jalannya kan lumayan jauh, terus 17 botol aqua loh, itu berat! Terus si mba kasir kaya bilang naek angkot aja. Kita tanya emang angkot bsa masuk ampe kota bunga? Si mba gak tau juga. Ya udah deh coba aja dlu di tanya, this is indonesia, anything can happen right? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampe diluarnya, kita nungguin angkot, pas nungguin tiba2 ada angkot yang dah di depan mundur lagi ke belakang, (aah emang indo itu ajaib yah, di tngah jalan bsa ada kendaraan umum jalan mundur). Tapi sayangnya tuh angkot dah rame. Kita tungguin satu angkot lagi, hoki banget, isinya cuman 2 orang dan mereka turun di depan alfamart. Pas ditanya, abang angkotnya juga setuju nganterin ampe dalem. Smuanya bsa bernapas lega deh pas tau kita bsa balik ke villa pake angkot. Si hans dah bergelantungan di pintu angkot, katanya berasa kayak,&lt;b&gt; kenek&lt;/b&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya tuh angkot masuk ampe komplek2, haha udah gitu pas di jalan kita kaya lupa2 gitu... bingung kali yah tuh supir. Terus pas nyampe, kita kasih 20 ribu. Si abangnya ngomong, "&lt;i&gt;kalo gak keberatan, kalo gak keberatan yah, boleh tambah 10rb lagi? Kalo gak keberatan sih&lt;/i&gt;". Jujur sih, gua kagumm :D. &lt;b&gt;Sopan banget&lt;/b&gt; mintanya. Tntu aja kita ga keberatan, kita bersebelas dan dia rela nganter kita ampe masuk ke dalem kota bunga. Ah di mana lagi bisa kayak begini? Emang betul sih sering kali angkot2 gitu menyalahi aturan, tapi &lt;i&gt;kita juga&lt;/i&gt; kena enaknya yah? hahaha :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyampenya disana gua dan nadai langsung ke dapur buat masak nasi. Yang lain sibuk memasang pemanggangnya. Yaaay! Kita bakal bbq-an! Yah, stlah nyuci beras 3x kita masukin ke rice cooker, dan jalan ke teras. Ternyata disana lagi pada kbngungan cara masang alat bbq-nya. Walau 2 taun yang lalu udah pernah dipasang (dan 2 taun yg lalu juga ada gua rita hans dan nike), kita lupa lagi cara masangnya. Yasudah kita pake jalan keluar yang sama seperti dua tahun yang lalu, "&lt;i&gt;nik, telp nko lu dong!&lt;/i&gt;". Tapi kali ini gak semudah saat itu, soalnya suara si nike abis. Jadinya si rita deh yang nelpon &amp;nbsp;nkonya, "&lt;i&gt;halo ko, ini temennya nike, mau nanya cara masang alat bbqnya&lt;/i&gt;". Setelah dapet pencerahan dari sang koko, &lt;b&gt;akhirnya alat bbqnya pun jadi :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs393.ash2/67105_474178148126_768653126_5820112_999591_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs393.ash2/67105_474178148126_768653126_5820112_999591_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Skarang tinggal siap-siapin smuanya. Terus tiba- tiba si dahar ma indrik ngmg, "&lt;i&gt;nne lu nyium bau &lt;b&gt;gosong&lt;/b&gt; gak?&lt;/i&gt;". Tapi kita lagi gak goreng apa- apa jadi gak tralu dipikirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tusuk- tusuk sosis, kentang, bakso. Yah akhirnya smua siap. Tapi... &lt;b&gt;*Tek*&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;i&gt;Eh nasinya dah jadi tuh!&lt;/i&gt;". Gua buka tuh rice cooker, keliatannya sih jadi, pas dicoba. "&lt;i&gt;MAMPUS MASIH KERAS&lt;/i&gt;". Keliatannya tuh nasi kebanyakan gitu, &lt;u&gt;harusnya&lt;/u&gt; masak dua kali, tapi karena gua kira bisa, jadi gua masak dalam porsi yang gede sekaligus. &lt;b&gt;AAAh&lt;/b&gt; stlah dipikir pikir yah, masak lagi deh, dikasi aer lagi. Mana dibawahnya ada yang gosong (ternyata &lt;b&gt;INI&lt;/b&gt; bau gosong yang diomongin tadi). Pas dipindahin nasinya ke piring, komentar si indrik lebay lagi, "&lt;i&gt;wah bunyinya kayak naro batu di piring&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya nasi beres juga, terus pas lagi nge bakar- bakar. Kita cerita ke yang laen mengenai kegagalan masak nasi tadi. Lalu peter mengatakan sesuatu yang super mencerahkan, "&lt;i&gt;ooh gara- gara berasnya sblom dimasak di pelok2 melvin sih!&lt;/i&gt;" Aaah... that explained everything. Thanks pet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya gua belom bilang kan cara nyalain api bbqnya? Kita kan lupa bawa korek api, lupa bawa geretan, smua hal. Jadi gimana? Yah kita bakar kardus di kompor terus lari keluar rumah terus bakar arangnya. Gitu terus kurang lebi 3x, dilakukan oleh indrik dan hans. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs620.snc4/58067_474180058126_768653126_5820133_4851493_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs620.snc4/58067_474180058126_768653126_5820133_4851493_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ini gara2 gua nuang kbnyakn minyak yah? --" maaf kawan2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh btw keren deh, sjak malem itu kita suka kedatengan kucing hamil! Haha dia dateng terus muter- muter deket bbqnya. Kita kasih makan deh, satu ham. Haha. Lucu sih kucingnya, tapi dateng mulu stiap kali masak, jadi gondok jga. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs447.ash2/72035_474182548126_768653126_5820168_5309539_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs447.ash2/72035_474182548126_768653126_5820168_5309539_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbul satu masalah lagi, pas kita mau bakar 3 ikan, arangnya udah mati. Alternatif lainnya lagi? Kompor. Jadi kita&lt;b&gt; pegangin tuh ikan di atas kompor ampe mateng&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA. Untung villa itu isinya anak- anak smua. Beneran deh &lt;i&gt;kalo ada ortu&lt;/i&gt; yang ngeliat bisa histeris. Haha abis itu slesai dibakar smua ikannya, walau melewati begitu banyak rintangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beres makan dan segala macem. Kita maen kartu lagi seperti biasa. Ini saat dimana, hal bertambah gila. &lt;b&gt;Gua, indrik, nadia&lt;/b&gt; ama &lt;b&gt;si smuki &lt;/b&gt;maen capsa di sofa. Berempat. Dan kayanya itu sebuah kesalahan. Pertama paling yang ngaco cuman si smuki, dimana dia merasa ga pernah kalah padahal dia&lt;b&gt; sering kalah &lt;u&gt;cuman&lt;/u&gt; gamau ngocok&lt;/b&gt;. Makin lama gua ikut ngaco, ampe si nadia takut ngeliat guaa (&lt;i&gt;aa kejam banget si dia&lt;/i&gt;). Tapi emang sih gua juga ngerasa aneh saat itu, kayak pikiran gua kosong, nge blank, terus kalo mulai mikir gua bisa ketawa sendiri. Aah emang nyeremin sih kalo dipikir- pikir lagi --". Pkoknya kita bertekad gamau buat dosa lagi hari itu. Makanya ketika jam 12 berdentang, kita kembali membuat dosa :). "&lt;i&gt;Membuka jilid yang baru&lt;/i&gt;", yah itulah ungkapannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisanya orang waras di meja lain main "100", kalo gak capsa, speedcard. Tapi mereka trnyata kalo diperhatiin juga dah agak agak ga normal. Hmm. Malem kedua agak nyeremin juga yaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehabis itu... Kepala gua rasanya kosong :D. Gua ga inget apa- apa lagi. Keliatannya kita mengakhiri hari itu, dan tidur. Kaget juga, satu malem lagi dah lewat. Gua masih penasaran &lt;b&gt;apa penyebab fenomena&lt;/b&gt; yang terjadi pada malam kedua? God knows. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt;: ada yang gua lewatin? (kayanya sih ada) Kalo ada kasih tau gua yaa. Gua juga agak- agak lupa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-6027140000937683453?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6027140000937683453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-days-and-3-nights-extraordinary.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6027140000937683453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6027140000937683453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-days-and-3-nights-extraordinary.html' title='4 Days and 3 Nights: Extraordinary Second Day'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-4993311467820589250</id><published>2010-12-23T22:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:46:36.797+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><title type='text'>4 Days and 3 Nights: The First Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 Days and 3 Nights&lt;/b&gt; adalah kisah mengenai 11 bocah petualang yang nekat pergi jalan- jalan tanpa bimbingan orang dewasa. Kejadiannya terjadi pada tanggal &lt;u&gt;19- 22&amp;nbsp;Desember 2010&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pesertaaaanya adalaaaah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter&lt;/b&gt; (pemilik villa), &lt;b&gt;Zuki&lt;/b&gt; (si terbang), &lt;b&gt;Nike&lt;/b&gt; (awan), &lt;b&gt;Rita&lt;/b&gt; (Mipos), &lt;b&gt;Nadia&lt;/b&gt; (ris), &lt;b&gt;Dahar&lt;/b&gt; (Si anak smuki yang biutipul, kyot, dll), &lt;b&gt;Indrik&lt;/b&gt; (jis), &lt;b&gt;Melvin&lt;/b&gt; (korban!), &lt;b&gt;Hans&lt;/b&gt; (bocah ajaib), &lt;b&gt;Mely&lt;/b&gt; (si uhuy-batek) dan &lt;b&gt;gua&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(anne&amp;nbsp;&lt;s&gt;anak paling normal&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Minggu, 19&amp;nbsp;Desember 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi kita semua janjian untuk jalan pada pukul... &lt;b&gt;satu&lt;/b&gt;. Yak. Tentu aja sperti biasa, ngaret! Kita berangkat kurang lebih 13.30 juga sih. Janjian ngumpul di SMP tercinta, &lt;u&gt;SMPK IPEKA Tomang&lt;/u&gt;. Gua sampe disana dan sudah ada&lt;b&gt; zuki, mel*** dan indrik&lt;/b&gt;. Tak lama kmudian yang lain mlai berkumpulan, sperti &lt;b&gt;nadia&lt;/b&gt;, lalu &lt;b&gt;peter&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;rita&lt;/b&gt; dan &lt;b&gt;darien&lt;/b&gt; dan yang terakhir... &lt;b&gt;Hans&lt;/b&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rncananya sih kita mo brangkat pagian supaya gak kena &lt;b&gt;one way&lt;/b&gt; dan &amp;nbsp;biar kita bisa nonton bola &lt;i&gt;indo vs phil&lt;/i&gt; yang ditayangkan pada pukul tujuh malaaam, ternyata... kita memang 'beruntung' dan setelah berjuang melewati &lt;u&gt;liku- liku di gunung, jalan tikus, lewatin kebun pohon pisang, semak belukar&lt;/u&gt;, segala macem, kita emang harus tetap pake jalan utama, jadi.. kena one way. Ngestuck, jadi kita brenti bentar dan mejeng di pizza hut. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gua masih inget orang yang duduk di seberang ***vin jadi madesu, yap, entah itu gua yang berlebihan tapi dua orang itu menjadi diam ketika duduk di depan si &lt;b&gt;youknowwho&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makanannya akhirnya abis, tapi kita masi duduk- duduk disana, dan setelah si pelayan yang tadinya ramah itu menjadi tidak ramah lagi... yaudah deh pergi aja. Pas balik gua masih inget juga nyebrang hampir ketabrak motor (hufff kelamaan di singapur kebiasaan nyebrang dengan aman &lt;img src="http://facebookemoticons.com/images/grumpy.png" /&gt; , insting survivalnya jadi ga jalan lagi nih).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deket mobil yang kita parkir, ada beberapa polisi mejeng- mejeng. Si nadia, salah seorang temanku yang cukup frontal (:D) bertanya pada pak polisi, "&lt;i&gt;pak ini kapan one way ya selesai?&lt;/i&gt;", untung dijawabnya "&lt;i&gt;sebentar lagi kok ini dah mau dibuka&lt;/i&gt;". Langsung pada ngacir ke mobil! Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas di jalan, gua sms nike, yang udah jalan sendiri dari karawang dan sudah nyampe brasco. Trnyata dia baru sadar kalo daritadi dia juga mejeng2 di tempat sebelah pizza hut kita tadi &lt;img src="http://facebookemoticons.com/images/grumpy.png" /&gt; dia sadar pas liat mobil kita jalan. Ah memang dia ini....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya sudah lalu kita terus jalan. Mobil yang kutebengi ini yang di belakang mobil satunya lagi. Terus dah mulai agak gelap, dan tiba- tiba ada yang sadar, kayaknya bukan jalan yang benar yang kita lewatin ini. Ternyata pas ditelpon mobil satu lagi, kita sadar kalo kita kelewatan belokan ke Kota Bunga sekitar &lt;b&gt;500 meter&lt;/b&gt;. Setelah berenti di jalan, nanya- nanya orang, akhirnya kita menemukan belokan tersebut. Disana ada papan kota bunga yang udah gelap, dan ga jelas gituuu. Ahhh ya pantes ga kliataan!! &lt;img src="http://facebookemoticons.com/images/grumpy.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas gerbang pintunya dah keliatan, kita ditelpon ama peter, minta tolong bliin galon air. Jadi kita puter arah bentar dan jalan ke alfamart deket sana. Gua kaget saat ngeliat harga galon air satunya 43 ribu, dan itu 19 liter (kata yang jaga), setelah didiskusikan kita jadinya membeli &lt;b&gt;9 satu setengah liter aqua.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;We thought it was enough&lt;/i&gt;... Gua dan mely pun balik ke mobil dengan air2 itu dan &lt;u&gt;es krim feast&lt;/u&gt; buat si smuki yang kyot itu (aaah dingin2 masi aja makan gituan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya nyampe disana setelah kita sekali lagi nyasar mau nyari villa si peter, yang blok Q8 itu. Kita sebenernya sih udah ketemuuu, cuman pas waktu itu kita ngeliat satu villa, kita liat orang2nya dan itu bukan peter dkk (padahal itu yang jagain villa), gua inget tu si dahar ngomong, "Ah itu bukan orangg..!" dengan suara super kenceng dia. Yah, kita puter arah dan nunggu di jemput ama mobil peter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyampe disana, tv udah nyala, yaaay bola dan telat satu babak. Nonton juga udah gak konsen. Soalnya pada sibuk mikirin makan malem dan sgala macem. Si nike juga akhirnya nyampe ke villa setelah nyasar2 juga. Oh iya, tadinya sih mau mesen KFC, tapi gak mau nganter tuh KFC jelek, gua masi inget percakapan temanku si zuki,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Halo, mas maaf ngomong apa? Disini ribut banget&lt;/i&gt;" saking bingungnya ampe lupa, kan bisa keluar aja zuk ;)) . Setelah bolak balik nelpon KFC bogor, terus KFC cisarua, eeh &lt;b&gt;ga bisa&lt;/b&gt;, ya udah deh. Kita masak indomie sajah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setelah selesai makan dan sgala macem, kita smua mulai main kartu. Gila sih itu waktu itu ada berapa dek, &lt;b&gt;5-6 &lt;/b&gt;kali ya. &lt;b&gt;Meja&lt;/b&gt; main kartu, &lt;b&gt;lantai&lt;/b&gt; main kartu, &lt;b&gt;sofa &lt;/b&gt;main kartu. Udah gitu ribuuuuuuut banget. Gua takut sih, kalo ada satpam nge grebek masuk, dah kayak &lt;b&gt;bandar judi&lt;/b&gt;. Hahaha. Gua belajar main speed card loh, diajarin ama si &lt;b&gt;HANS&lt;/b&gt;, guru speed card ku yang baiiik. Abis selsai berguru ama si hans, gua main di meja ama ANAK SMUKI &lt;s&gt;KYOOT&lt;/s&gt;, di sebelah zuki ama nadai yang maen speed card dan gak slesai2. Aduh cape maen ama si dahar, ga slesai2.. di boongin... terus yaa.. ngomongnya kaya orang ngaco2 gitu deh. Huff.. Terpaksa gua harus mengakali situasi dengan cara... &lt;s&gt;ngintipp&lt;/s&gt; &lt;img src="http://facebookemoticons.com/images/grin.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://facebookemoticons.com/images/grin.png" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://facebookemoticons.com/images/grin.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs376.ash2/65437_474173868126_768653126_5820029_6591924_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs376.ash2/65437_474173868126_768653126_5820029_6591924_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lagi main kartu dan makan indomiee :3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Disaat smua sedang maen kartu, tiba- tiba si mely ngomong, "&lt;i&gt;Main cabu cabu ca ca yok&lt;/i&gt;" Kalimat itu mengubah hidup gua... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;once and for all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Yah, tapi kalimat&lt;b&gt; setelah &lt;/b&gt;itu lah yang mencemari memori gua, "&lt;i&gt;ayooo si melvin yang pimpin gerakannya&lt;/i&gt;" . Gua kira ini cuman game yang &lt;b&gt;polos&lt;/b&gt; dan &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tidak&lt;/u&gt; berdosa&lt;/b&gt;. Dimana kita hanya membentuk satu lingkaran dan mengikuti gerakan orang disamping kiri kita scara berulang- ulang. Ternyata TIDAK. teman2 gua &lt;b&gt;gak sepolos&lt;/b&gt; itu rupanya. Yaaah, sperti kata pepatah &lt;i&gt;ada udang dibalik batu&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orang NORMAL bakal memulai game ini dengan dua tepukan tangan dan gerakan tangan lain yang ringan. TAPI gak. &lt;i&gt;you know who&lt;/i&gt; emang gak pernah gagal mengejutkan kita semua. Dia loncat sambil tepuk tangan di atas kepala dengan semangatnya, dilanjutin ama &lt;b&gt;gerakan eksotis&lt;/b&gt; (vocab dahar) lain. Game itu &lt;u&gt;gagal total&lt;/u&gt; karena ga ada yang bisa ngikutin, smuanya berjatuhan ketawa ngakak. Ada yang gebuk2 dinding, ada yang jatuh ke sofa. Yaah.. kita &lt;b&gt;coba sekali lagi&lt;/b&gt; deh. Dipimpin lagi ama si... melvin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As expected, as soon as he started to make a move&lt;/i&gt;, korban kembali jatuh bergelimpangan di lantai. Ternyata mereka sengaja ngajak main game ini biar bisa ngeliat melvin bergaya- gaya. Ckck. Yah, &amp;nbsp; itu akan menjadi malam yang paling gua ingat! Gua yakin &lt;b&gt;9 teman gua yang lain&lt;/b&gt; juga berpendapat sama! &lt;img src="http://facebookemoticons.com/images/pacman.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu menunjukkan pukul dua pagi, kita siap- siap mau tidur deh. Smua cewe satu kamar di lantai dua &lt;img src="http://facebookemoticons.com/images/curlylips.png" /&gt; dan cowo dipisah jadi 2 (Dahar ma indrik) dan 4 (zuki, peter, mlvin, hans). Kita sikat gigi, cuci muka dan sgala macem. That night, kita smua tidur dengan nyenyaak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;4 hari 3 malam&lt;/b&gt;, pertama kedengeran lama banget, tapi tanpa sadar, saat itu 1 hari udah lewat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Berlanjut ke hari kedua&lt;/i&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-4993311467820589250?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4993311467820589250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-days-and-3-nights-first-night.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4993311467820589250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4993311467820589250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-days-and-3-nights-first-night.html' title='4 Days and 3 Nights: The First Night'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-340318209009371256</id><published>2010-12-16T17:10:00.172+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:11:08.261+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Reflections'/><title type='text'>My All-Time-Favourite Game</title><content type='html'>Do these images seem familiar to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://angklebreaker.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/hm1.jpg" width="350px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aug8d0tyUCY/TP8ndHy7LHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-fZkHBzW3AM/s1600/4.gif" width="350px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It's &lt;b&gt;Harvest Moon: &lt;i&gt;Back to Nature&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;Simple and fun. Until Playstation 2 and 3 destroy the simplicity of the game by releasing &lt;b&gt;Harvest Moon: &lt;i&gt;Save the Homeland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;b&gt; Harvest Moon: &lt;i&gt;Wonderful Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. (Although personally, I kinda like the wonderful life version, &lt;i&gt;yo-hoo&lt;/i&gt;, you can grow old and have gray hair, have a son &lt;b&gt;OR&lt;/b&gt; daughter and watch them grow into a teen, townspeople that grow old as years pass by, that's gotta be cool right? &lt;img border="0" src="http://calebbrown.id.au/images/fb_emotes/fb_grin.png" /&gt;) More details about this version in other post, next time. &lt;img src="http://calebbrown.id.au/images/fb_emotes/fb_tounge.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/harvestmoonawlgc/Celia%20and%20Baby%20Harvest%20Moon.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so cute :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*screenshot from wonderful life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mentioned this game in my previous post, &lt;b&gt;I love this game&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah. I really, really, &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt;, love this game. I don't know why. To some of you who used to play this game, maybe you guys are wondering, like I am, what is so addictive about this game? It is basically about farm life. &lt;u&gt;No aliens. No earth-invasion. Nothing supranatural.&lt;/u&gt; Except for harmless &lt;b&gt;Harvest Goddess&lt;/b&gt; and some &lt;b&gt;Harvest Sprites&lt;/b&gt;, they are the only supranatural beings in the game. Even so, they are available to help us with farm-works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfip58hYXwk/S0lPtmLwoiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/g9sbXIgVQRY/s400/Copy+of+Pesta+Teh.JPG" width="350px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;muahaha! my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;slaves&lt;/s&gt; buddies!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://calebbrown.id.au/images/fb_emotes/fb_devil.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the main goal for this game? You basically grow crops, buy farm-animals (chickens, sheeps, cows), get rich, marry a girl, and have a family. The end. Doesn't seem that much fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you basically do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up, eat breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check the calendar (what events are coming up?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check out the weather channel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If tomorrow is going to rain, put your chickens, cows, horse, dog inside building!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If tomorrow is sunny, skip number 4 and go straight to number 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Water your crops, if they have ripen, harvest them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take care of your animals, feed 'em, brush 'em.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Milk your cows, get eggs, cut the wool of your sheep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go round the mountain to take anything that can be sold, ANYTHING.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OR you can go inside the mine, trying to get as many ores as possible until you turn blue and faint.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Go pick flowers to please the girl&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that you like, yeah, with an s. You can be the ultimate casanova and no one is going to hate you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go back to your farm, and then sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? I bet those who have played this before, know what I'm talking about. For those who never played this game, please bear with me, and try playing this game ;) it's available in playstation, gameboy, even PC! *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that boring actually, there are some events that you can enjoy and look forward to. Like the &lt;b&gt;chicken festival&lt;/b&gt;, when you win, your winning chicken will lay golden egg. Or the &lt;b&gt;cow festival&lt;/b&gt;. The tomato festival. Moonlight festival. Swimming festival, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="150px" src="http://www.hmfarm.com/playstation/backtonature/festivals/horserace.gif" /&gt;&lt;img height="150px" src="http://www.hmfarm.com/playstation/backtonature/festivals/cowfez.gif" /&gt;&lt;img height="150px" src="http://www.hmfarm.com/playstation/backtonature/festivals/swim.gif" /&gt;&lt;img height="150px" src="http://www.hmfarm.com/playstation/backtonature/festivals/cooking.gif" /&gt;&lt;img height="150px" src="http://www.hmfarm.com/playstation/backtonature/festivals/tomato.gif" /&gt;&lt;img height="150px" src="http://www.hmfarm.com/playstation/backtonature/festivals/moon.gif" /&gt;&lt;img height="150px" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQTmzkICoecEUNTu4OpwUqMTJMYDNf36qxUcJfO3zJyVi3UuP9irg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, in real life, to grow crops there are things like&lt;b&gt; bugs&lt;/b&gt;, or storms. Raising animals &lt;b&gt;aren't easy&lt;/b&gt;, they may not give you their products every day. There are times when the rain won't come down, and plants may wither. There is &lt;b&gt;no way&lt;/b&gt;, a girl will want to marry you because we give her the same flower every single day. Life is never that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why we love this game. Everything goes according to our plan. If something goes wrong, there's restart button. It's so simple. So peaceful. So pleasant. So easy. Where all people are very warm. No crime. The path is so straight. Yeah, we are secretly longing for a life, where &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; could possibly go wrong. &lt;img border="0" src="http://calebbrown.id.au/images/fb_emotes/fb_curlylips.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, mind sharing your experience when you played this game? :)&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Credits to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/%C2%A0"&gt;Google.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and this site &lt;a href="http://www.hmfarm.com/"&gt;HMfarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for images and other details ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-340318209009371256?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/340318209009371256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-all-time-favourite-game.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/340318209009371256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/340318209009371256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-all-time-favourite-game.html' title='My All-Time-Favourite Game'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aug8d0tyUCY/TP8ndHy7LHI/AAAAAAAAAH4/-fZkHBzW3AM/s72-c/4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-5903620496351313724</id><published>2010-12-05T16:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T16:57:10.062+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><title type='text'>Apple: New Products? Again?</title><content type='html'>Ah Apple, who hasn't heard about the magnificence of this brand? Apple is famous for its quality, its originality, its elegant design &lt;s&gt;and its price&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penn-olson.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/09c47c4beb8917eb_New-Apple-Products.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="395" src="http://www.penn-olson.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/09c47c4beb8917eb_New-Apple-Products.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ah the &lt;s&gt;price&lt;/s&gt; beauty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac. iPhone. iPad. iTouch. iPod Classic. iPod Shuffle. iPod Nano. iDontknow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was this case once in UK, when a lot of people came to work late that day. It was so weird that &lt;i&gt;no one knew what was happening&lt;/i&gt;. When they found out the reason for the weird phenomenon, they were quite shocked. That day the &lt;b&gt;iPhone's clock application&lt;/b&gt; had an error that caused the clock to be late by one hour. That was why, a lot of employees came late. They woke up &lt;b&gt;an hour later&lt;/b&gt; than they wanted that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people's lives depend on Apple. And &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt;, Apple updates its products like crazy. It's like they upgrade theirs stuffs &lt;b&gt;annually&lt;/b&gt;, or sometimes even sooner than once a year. Apple fans have no choice other than buying its new products (even though the upgrades might not be too necessary e.g: &lt;i&gt;slight increase in screen resolution&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my precious iTouch just&lt;b&gt; last year&lt;/b&gt;. When I bought it, they said it was the third generation and it was the newest one. I was contented. And then, that day came. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;They launched iTouch fourth generation.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first to the third generation, they only changed the OS and added some other details, of course not too significant ones ;). &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; this time, this time... They added the &lt;b&gt;camera feature&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;As an &lt;b&gt;amateur&lt;/b&gt; cam-whore *&lt;i&gt;cough&lt;/i&gt;*, I was&amp;nbsp;devastated to hear the news. It broke my heart as every time I walk into stores, I see these new iTouch casings, designed with holes for the &lt;b&gt;CAMERA&lt;/b&gt;. One solution to this is to just buy the new iTouch, right? But you can't! You know the feeling? The feeling when you want to buy the new iTouch but you are scared that maybe in the fifth generation they're going to upgrade it into something much more awesome (&lt;i&gt;ungkapan dalam Bahasa Indonesia: Tanggung)&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way you could keep up with the updates... But, camera on your iPod?! *&lt;i&gt;Shriek&lt;/i&gt;*(okay I sound ridiculous, the difference between the newest iTouch and the iPhone is just one of them can make phone calls and the other- &lt;i&gt;wait,&lt;/i&gt; I just remembered there is &lt;b&gt;skype application&lt;/b&gt;. Okay there's no difference other than its price).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.softsailor.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Skype.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.softsailor.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Skype.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another trend I realize is that, Apple makes their products &lt;b&gt;smaller&lt;/b&gt; each time, take a look of the newest iPod Nano, its size is now half of the size it used to be. And the newest Mac book, none other than M&lt;b&gt;acbook Air&lt;/b&gt;. Super thin and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buzzbiznews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/apple-macbook-air.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://www.buzzbiznews.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/apple-macbook-air.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Macbook Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;daamn it looks so fragile and vulnerable, I'm so gonna buy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, a friend of mine, &lt;b&gt;Zenjaya&lt;/b&gt;, shared this on facebook. It's a parody on Apple's ad, it's worth watching. It's&amp;nbsp;HILARIOUS. Click on the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noe3kR8KqJc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click here to see Mactini Ad (Hilarious Video) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out other Peter Serafinowicz videos about Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ph79vPIiWbM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iToilet Anyone? Click to see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRNStwBm5_Y&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;b&gt;iPad? (This one is different)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay, gotta run and bury my iTouch now. It might as well be a iTime-capsule by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-5903620496351313724?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5903620496351313724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/apple-new-products-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5903620496351313724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5903620496351313724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/12/apple-new-products-again.html' title='Apple: New Products? Again?'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-8165587513840731693</id><published>2010-11-27T15:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:58:09.522+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Thing About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;/!\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; WARNING &lt;u&gt;/!\&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post is going to be rather boring. For once in a while, I'm in serious mode. Please bear with it, and thank you for reading ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try googling for the world's divorce rate. Its statistics, percentage or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;" The Americans for Divorce Reform estimates that "Probably, 40 or possibly even 50 percent of marriages will end in divorce if current trends continue.", which is actually a projection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;"&lt;i&gt;50% of all marriages in the America end in divorce.&lt;/i&gt;" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;50% wow, that's like... Half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUzNOgzLqw4/TECwTVFDItI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EhP9Df3MH0g/s1600/Divorce%2520Decree.jpg" width="300px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What God unites can't be separated by humans... Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in love. I have always been. But when I watched TV, or when I read the news, my faith for love began to shrink.&lt;i&gt; "Why&lt;/i&gt;?" I thought to myself, "&lt;i&gt;Love is supposed to last forever... Isn't it?&lt;/i&gt;". Then I continued my life, thinking that love doesn't last forever. Well, I know nothing lasts eternally but still... In this case, it doesn't even last long :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;However&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, recently something happened to me. It has once again, changed my view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was working in the &lt;b&gt;National Museum of Singapore&lt;/b&gt; during my week of work attachment. I was, as usual, guarding the gallery. Well, only a part of it, and that part was the handcraft-making corner. There were little desks and little chairs to sit on while making the handcraft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d0/National_Museum_of_Singapore_3,_Aug_06.JPG" width="350px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;where i worked ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People came, sat and made the handcrafts. And it went around like that for hours. Although it was SO boring- &lt;i&gt;I actually had to bring my own entertainment &lt;/i&gt;(yup, I brought a small sudoku book, damn it was fun!) I had to admit, although it was kind of tedious, when there were people making handcraft there, it was really fun to watch them and yeah, simply heartwarming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of my shift. &lt;b&gt;This&lt;/b&gt;, happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old couple came in, they brought their two grandchildren along. The first one was a girl, she was between six or seven, her little brother, ranged between four to five. They were westerners. Tourists, I assumed. The grandparents then dragged big chairs to sit as they watched their grandchildren listening stories about Pompeii's tragedy from the Museum's staff. They really watched, their &lt;b&gt;eyes didn't move an inch&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the staff finished telling the story, she guided the two children to the little desk to make handcraft. Then, I saw this touching moment. The little boy was sitting on the Grandfather's lap, and they were making the craft together. The Grandmother too, squatted and helped the little girl. I had the picture right here... (do.not.make.any.comment.on.my.action... IKNOW)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/op8wvp.jpg" height="450px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes, I'm a bad stalker and photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that, the staff offered the children to try on Roman costumes. So they did. The Grandmother smiled and leaned to her husband, "&lt;i&gt;Can you take their pictures, darling?&lt;/i&gt;" The man, with smile that &lt;b&gt;hadn't faded&lt;/b&gt; since the moment I saw him, nodded and he took out his camera. The little girl and her brother let out a sweet smile as the old man took their pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;i&gt;Amazing&lt;/i&gt;', I thought to myself,  '&lt;i&gt;They still call each other 'Darling'&lt;/i&gt;? '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was touched. I could feel the love in the family. Love of Grandparents to their Grandchildren. Love of a happily-married couple. What touched me the most was, they looked so happy. Simple wasn't it? Sometimes, small things like this really touch me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize, although love comes in different forms, there are some things we can't change about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you realize when you truly love someone, you &lt;b&gt;care about them more&lt;/b&gt;, even though they weren't there with you at the moment? When you truly love someone, you really&lt;b&gt; accept them&lt;/b&gt; for who they are? When you truly love someone, you&lt;b&gt; can't really let go&lt;/b&gt; of them easily? When you truly love someone... &lt;i&gt;Does it even need a reason&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;For your spouse, family, friends, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is, beautiful. Calming. Comforting. Strong. &lt;i&gt;Sweet&lt;/i&gt;. Touching. &lt;b&gt;Warm&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once read a quote, and it has been my favourite quote since,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Love doesn't rot. It's the only thing in the world that doesn't. If it does, then it isn't love.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Wouldn't it be amazing if this world is full of never-ending love? God bless :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: The 'darling' part, I didn't hear it personally. Big thanks to &lt;b&gt;Sherine&lt;/b&gt;, my partner during work-attachment. She overheard what the woman said to her husband ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-8165587513840731693?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8165587513840731693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/most-beautiful-thing-about-love_27.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8165587513840731693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8165587513840731693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/most-beautiful-thing-about-love_27.html' title='The Most Beautiful Thing About Love'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GUzNOgzLqw4/TECwTVFDItI/AAAAAAAAAFk/EhP9Df3MH0g/s72-c/Divorce%2520Decree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-8348814214440385858</id><published>2010-11-24T13:02:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:36:40.453+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><title type='text'>Mixed News :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I planned to make new post, a week ago. Crap. I need to stop this procrastinating stuff. So anyway, I'm having a great time here in Indonesia. Laze around and... eat, and laze around a bit more... And eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm quite bored, to be honest. Beside eating and lazing around, I play a computer game. Yes with an 'a'. I play PlantVsZombie by the way. It's super fun :@) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zombiereportingcenter.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/pvz.jpg" width="350px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wonder when mine is going to be this cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I want to play HARVEST MOON sofrikkinbad. Too bad, I can't. It's just not compatible with my laptop. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLWyAT-1CGI/SPkrIfUfqbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_ofD6-WhA6g/s400/harvest+moon_final.jpg" width="350px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just love Harvest Moon, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I been up to lately? Nothing much really. I haven't watched &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah the movie that everyone says is good. Problem is, I don't know who to watch it with. Ughhh... Only at time like &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; I wish for transportation system like Singapore's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to practice playing guitar, ugh it is tough work. I just can't seem to understand whether I'm doing it right or wrong. It's especially hard when the whole family members have no idea about it. The&lt;b&gt; F &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; keys, I wish my fingers are flexible enough to reach all the strings. Well, I just need to practice and practice and practice. Hey, I suddenly remember this quote I read the other day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'&lt;i&gt;Practice makes perfect, but no one is perfect, so why practice?&lt;/i&gt;' &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA! witty I must say. But, in reality, we still need to practice to do anything right. Too bad, really. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, two days ago, I baked a cake. Well, um not a cake, &lt;b&gt;brownies&lt;/b&gt;, yes the simplest form of baking anything. And um, well yeah, I didn't make it from the scratch, it came in a form of box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51RZQMJ7G1L.jpg" width="350px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes, this is the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add &lt;b&gt;two eggs&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;1/2 cup of veggie oil&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;b&gt; 1/4 cup of water&lt;/b&gt;. Mix them. Put them in&lt;b&gt; 162 degrees Celsius&lt;/b&gt; oven for &lt;b&gt;55 minutes&lt;/b&gt;. Walaa! It's the best brownies I've ever tasted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. Anyone can 'bake' that kind of cake. I'm working on baking the whole thing from the scratch. Plus it will give me something to do in this long holiday. Wish me luck? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;By the way&lt;/b&gt;, have you heard about Korea(&lt;i&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;) and New Zealand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what that North Korea's brilliant leader is thinking about, but I hope he'd start using his common sense. This attack was said to be the first since the Korean War ended in 1953.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2010/images/11/23/blog.korea.hits.jpg" width="350px" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Attack on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe he started to attack South Korea, and sure, recalling they have had this 'not-so-good' relation, this wasn't very surprising, but please. The world already has problems waiting to be solved, please do not add anymore to the waiting-list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;War brings pain, misery, tears, not only during the war, but after the war itself. Imagine families who lose their family members. Innocent people's lives lost because of others' egoism. Whatever bad things you do to this world, will be remembered. It will never be forgotten. Even years after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I, no, students from all over the world do not need anymore extra pages in our history books. No, thank you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's pray for the best, hope God helps lives in Korea. Both Koreas. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also about New Zealand, I just read it this morning. It was sad to hear that the all 29 trapped miners in New Zealand were dead. They were trapped inside the mine because of an explosion that happened last Friday. Second explosion on Wednesday afternoon, doomed these 29 miners. This tragedy is considered as a National Tragedy, a quote from New Zealand, Prime Minister, John Key,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"New Zealand is a small country -- a country where we are our brother's keeper. So to lose this many brothers at once strikes an agonizing blow."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray for the miners, and their families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Well, I guess that's it for now. Sorry for my messed up English... Still workin' on it. Seeyoulater :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-8348814214440385858?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8348814214440385858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally-new-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8348814214440385858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8348814214440385858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally-new-post.html' title='Mixed News :)'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLWyAT-1CGI/SPkrIfUfqbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_ofD6-WhA6g/s72-c/harvest+moon_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-2183953056700868676</id><published>2010-09-07T21:41:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:29:52.010+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Reflections'/><title type='text'>Life is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Don't know what's getting into me lately. It's just that I started to appreciate life, and not only that, but also appreciating how to live. I finished reading "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tuesdays With Morrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life on the Refrigerator Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;", for the second time. Also last week when I went to church, the preach was about loving others. Also just now I watched, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A little info about the books:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tuesdays With Morrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;By Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pualifestyle.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/tuesdays-with-morrie.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's a book about the writer's former professor, known as Morrie. He had always been a great teacher to all of his students. I'm impressed on how Mitch Albom managed to depict the character of Morrie perfectly. Now that Morrie was facing death, he gradually changed into someone better- he was already a great man before. Someone who appreciates life more and more. He was a true optimist. This is a book about amazing life lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life on The Refrigerator Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;By Alice Kuipers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41p-PJ1olAL.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A simple book yet so amazing. Each page is like a note passed between a mother and daughter. They live a busy life. Barely see each other. That's why they've been communicating with a note sticked on to the refrigerator door. Often they are busy with their own life, until one point we found out that the mother had deadly illness. Both of them realized how little time they had. They tried to cherish every moment they had. Simply sweet and touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What do all of these have in common? Well, all of them taught me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;appreciate the life I'm living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. To notice what's important in our life- that we commonly overlook. To wake up, and see the world around us. To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The last one struck me the most. Have I done it? I remember times when I closed my eyes to those who are in need of helps. Times when I walked away, avoiding those who cried out for help. Times when I hurt those who I love. Times when I got distracted when someone was talking to me. Times when I didn't realize that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Time itself is running out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What has happened recently was a wake up call for me. I started to notice... That the life I'm living now is meaningless. Morrie said on the book, that we are often busy doing something. Chasing for nothing. Giving our all into something that's not even related to us. Not realizing what's real anymore. We're half-asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Have you ever thought of doing little things that may change other's life? Like saying 'hi' to a friend. Helping someone carrying their books. Giving up our seats to those who need it more. To let other people go through first instead of you. To always be grateful to those who was once a part of your life. To keep in touch with those who you love. To listen carefully to those who you love as if it might be the last time you're hearing from them. To do what your conscience tells you to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Often we are too busy doing things we think are important. Often we don't realize, or stop to notice what our hearts are saying. These are little things that could turn someone's day upside down. Just thinking about making someone happy, doesn't it make us happy too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't know. I want to start from the little things. This may sound easy and hard to do. I know that there'll be time when I forget about this. All I can do is try to do my best. And like when they say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Live your life as there's no tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God Bless :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-2183953056700868676?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2183953056700868676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2183953056700868676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2183953056700868676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-is.html' title='Life is...'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-7377034417226522669</id><published>2010-08-07T22:52:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:59:34.671+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Around Us'/><title type='text'>Stupid Questions: How do you answer them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/2ivkli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;What they actually wanted to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Stupid questions, they're all around us... They could also be detected in... *Drum rolls please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;AIRPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Destination:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Setting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Arrival, at Immigration Desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: P- Passenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I- Immigration Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "How come you are white and you are from Ghana..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: "How come you are black and from USA?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;End of conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Did this really happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;: Yes (I didn't make it up, swear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I searched it through the internet, and found some interesting and amusing questions. Immigration forms. Have you ever wondered, each time you are filling the questions given, such as,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Do you posses any weapon or drugs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Do you posses any pornography?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Have you in any way broke any law?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;These are very brilliant questions, &lt;b&gt;if only&lt;/b&gt;, people are that honest... I mean there &lt;b&gt;won't be&lt;/b&gt; anyone who actually tick &lt;i&gt;YES&lt;/i&gt; even though they actually possess 3 tonnes of marijuana, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;: Do you have any weapon with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;: Now that you mention it, I do have a shotgun with me, and I'm going to hand it in instead of using it to shoot you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now let's move on to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Visa Application&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have you heard? Students around the world who want to study at Britain are now asked on a form whether they have committed genocide before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;genocide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="header"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 30px;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="header" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="me" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="header"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 30px;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="header" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="me" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;gen·o·cide&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;sup style="height: 0px; line-height: 1.25em; vertical-align: baseline; position: relative; bottom: 1ex; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  &lt;span class="pronset"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); 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margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;span class="show_spellpr"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="boldface"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: 700; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;jen&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="ital-inline"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-style: italic; font-family:Georgia, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;uh&lt;/span&gt;-sahyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" alt="Toggle for IPA" title="Click to show IPA" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; "&gt;Show IPA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: inline; font-style: italic; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;–noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "&gt;the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="webres" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: -4px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com//"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.dictionary.com//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com//"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes, they do make committing genocide sounds like pick-pocketing. Still, if someone actually answered yes, I would think twice and then decide it was just a mere joke. I mean, logically, who would answer yes and actually mean it? :-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here is a lovable part, quoted from my favorite blog, The Curios Diary of MrJam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 25px; margin-left: 25px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: dotted; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-style: italic; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-indent: 1em; "&gt;Q: “Between 1933 and 1945 were you involved in persecutions associated with Nazi Germany or its allies?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-indent: 1em; "&gt;A: “Yes, and by the way, it is my 140&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday today.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-indent: 1em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;es, this ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; is a R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;EAL question from the US entry form prepared by the homeland security department. What can I say? Unbelievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There has also been a case where a little 6 years old girl was listed as a potential terrorist. Due to some technical problem, she was in the blacklist. Smart! I would have never thought of that, a little girl is MONSTROUS. Uh-huh, they can scream during the flight and cause chaos. Or maybe she was just being unlucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;I read an article where an Israeli security shot a macbook because he thought it was some suspicious-article. It was being shot 3 times. I wonder what if... That laptop contained important datas. Or maybe it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 23px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I'm sorry boss, my laptop broke. I lost all the datas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"What?! How come?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"The security in Israel shot my laptop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"... Next time, find an excuse that anyone could actually believe. YOU'RE FIRED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1-gadgets.softpedia-static.com/images/news/Macbook-Shot-by-Israeli-Security-Officers-2.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Beautiful, innovative, Apple's Brand New MacBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;To read the article: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(94, 94, 94); font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: lighter; color: rgb(0, 31, 91); margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; width: 450px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://gadgets.softpedia.com/news/Macbook-Shot-by-Israeli-Security-Officers-6884-01.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;MacBook Shot by Israeli Security Officers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That's all for this post, next time you are asked to filled up questions, please, amuse them. They have job to do, and it's a boring one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Q: What's your interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A: Playing sport, music, and oh... Bombs :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That... Would entertain them for awhile. Anyway, that's all now. Sorry for the super slow update. This post is inspired by my favorite writer, Nury Vittachi, cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8792941897365169014-7377034417226522669?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7377034417226522669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/08/stupid-questions-how-do-you-answer-them.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/7377034417226522669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/7377034417226522669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/08/stupid-questions-how-do-you-answer-them.html' title='Stupid Questions: How do you answer them?'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/2ivkli_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-2405162246776366987</id><published>2010-07-17T15:16:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:52:57.933+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>How I Describe My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Ah... It's weekend. Don't you just love waking up late in the Saturday? So late that you only need to eat your lunch as soon as you wake up? Enjoying the cool breeze of the rain. Just sit back and relax, reading your books, playing your laptop, doing whatever you feel like doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, things aren't going as it used to be anymore. It's Saturday today and I used to wake up late during Saturdays, but nope, I woke up at 7:10 am this morning (and yes, I know there are some people who wake up earlier than me during Saturdays, but... For me, this is early). I needed to go to school today to become a helper and attend an english workshop. And do you know what I dislike the most? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up when it's still raining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean GOSH, it's like the most perfect moment to jump, lie on the bed and be the pig of the day. Of course I also hate it when I have to walk to school while it is raining, holding up the umbrella that covers only your head and body, and later finding your arms are actually wet. And during the workshop, I was shivering for 1 hour, because of the school hall's air-con (my body can no longer cope on with low temperature). To add up more spices to my day, me and my friend left our files that we just got from the workshop on a table in Novena's food court. Then we arrived home at 2.30 pm. Cool. It was quite a day, but it hasn't even ended yet. But... As bizarre as my day could be, I don't feel angry, frustrated, moody, etc. Hmm. Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because of this quote I read the other day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How happy your life is depends on how you want it to be happy or not"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True, I thought to myself. All this time, I've wasted my time to be... Unhappy. What's the use anyway, being angry or pissed by something that can't be changed? Nothing good could be done by doing so. Also, me and my friends have been enjoying life lately. I've been applying this quote into my life, and so far... So good :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time I start to feel frustrated I will think this way, happy or not happy it totally depends on us. I can't let other people decide how our life should be. Have faith in ourselves. Listen to our conscience. And by the way, it's kind of similar with the concept of my blog, a few drops of bitterness make the best chocolate. The bitterness makes the sweetness even sweeter, right? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-2405162246776366987?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2405162246776366987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2405162246776366987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2405162246776366987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend.html' title='How I Describe My Weekend'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-8647268007727364593</id><published>2010-06-25T13:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:11:50.528+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>Bringing The Past With Me</title><content type='html'>My favorite quote, '&lt;i&gt;Time Flies&lt;/i&gt;'. I know, I know, I said it like a zillion times, but I mean... Seriously time flies... With the speed of light (okay, exaggerate much). Anyway, I am now alone in my parents' bedroom, and it gives me time to just sit and think. It feels as if I just got into Singapore, but actually I've stayed there for 6 months. Again, when I looked at my old friends, they don't seem to change, but they are now officially in second year of Senior High School. Man! And to reckon that we graduated &lt;b&gt;together&lt;/b&gt;. Same goes with my little brother, before I left he just finished primary, and now he's in his second year of Junior High School, he is now even taller than me by 5-7 centimeters (I haven't grown even 1 mm!).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Everyone has moved on&lt;/i&gt;", I thought to myself. Someone even said that, in the future, I won't be seeing any of my friends anymore, he also said something about having different life that will later become an invisible barrier between us. In one point we couldn't find any topic that will relate these two lifestyles. I'll slowly lose contacts, and then... All of them suddenly are just mere acquaintances. I denied it, but... To think of it more deeply, "&lt;i&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;/i&gt;". Yes, each of us will naturally deny it, but who knows? This kind of 'Moving-on-and-forgetting-the-past' happens a lot. It's sad. Just sad. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I logged into my facebook account, then I accidentally clicked on photos of me. I decided that maybe I'll flip through my photos, starting from... The oldest. Then there was this photo of me and my classmates during yearbook photo sessions, there are lot of silly photos. Then I kept on  flipping through the photos. I chuckled a few times seeing those photos. Then I came to this photo of me and my friends in Puncak. Walking on park, hiking up to the mountain, went to this fish pond, washing dishes, cooking frozen food, playing cards, and so on. My first intention on having a quick look on my old photos failed, I ended up reading all the comments on each photo. Then, I saw these photos, it was the sacred 4th of October, when me and my two other friends celebrated our last birthday in Indonesia in a restaurant which we destroyed later :D. I remembered how my other friends went through troubles to give us surprise, yeah the place was dirty, and we cleaned it up together :)) In the end I feel... :( and :) I missed those happy moments so much, when everyone had smiles on their faces, there were no worries, it was just... Indescribable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I'd be stupid if I forget about my past. If I forget about everyone in it&lt;/i&gt;", I thought. It's okay to move on, in fact we have to move on. But that doesn't mean we have to let go of everything. What happened in the past is what made you survive. It's always important to take a piece of our past and bring it along. So c'mon, keep in touch with those who you love! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;The past makes a person who he is now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;- anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am, frustrated. I didn't meet some people I'd like to meet, I haven't gone somewhere I planned to go before, I haven't gone shopping with my mom or friends, I haven't tasted some delicacies,  in short... this holiday is just not long enough !! It's okay though, time will bring me to the next holiday in no time :)) See you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-8647268007727364593?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8647268007727364593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/06/bringing-past-with-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8647268007727364593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/8647268007727364593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/06/bringing-past-with-me.html' title='Bringing The Past With Me'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-2441932524276288303</id><published>2010-06-09T16:47:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:03:58.836+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Singapore'/><title type='text'>30 Hours Famine Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;30 Hours Famine Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4- 5 June 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WO HOO :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Friday, me and my friends participated in a camp. This wasn't an ordinary camp, during the camp we had to fast, meaning we couldn't eat any &lt;b&gt;solid food&lt;/b&gt; within 30 hours. Drinks were okay though. I had to admit that this was the &lt;b&gt;first camp&lt;/b&gt; I've ever attended my whole life. So I was kind of excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were about more or less &lt;b&gt;1,200 participants&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were &lt;b&gt;8 countries&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cambodia, China, Ethiopia, Lesotho, Sri Lanka, Myanmar, Thailand and Mongolia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then all of us were spread into those 8 countries, then in each country we were divided into small groups. During the grouping, I felt so &lt;b&gt;ALONE&lt;/b&gt; since I knew no one in both my small group and country. Some of my friends (Regina and Sherine) tried to make things better and introduced me to people who they know (They knew that I had been &lt;b&gt;desperately&lt;/b&gt; searching for people who were in the same country as me - &lt;i&gt;Thanks guys! :*&lt;/i&gt;). Eventually I also knew that, there was one of my senior who was in the same small group as me. Yipee! I was freed from the fear of being alone :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we did this activity called, '&lt;b&gt;A Day in The Life'&lt;/b&gt;. The goal of this activity was so all the participants could &lt;i&gt;experience the life &lt;/i&gt;of those people in need. The small group I mentioned earlier was actually a family too. My family's name was &lt;b&gt;Naidu&lt;/b&gt;. At first, we were all shy since we didn't know each other. After a few minute of introduction, my facilitator, &lt;b&gt;Fu Hua&lt;/b&gt; briefed us for this activity. There were 4 roles, &lt;b&gt;Head, Vice- Head, Adult&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Child&lt;/b&gt;. As one of the youngest in my family, I played the role &lt;i&gt;child&lt;/i&gt; ( :D) with another family member.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As responsible adults and children, we needed to work, get educated, get vaccinated and... more &lt;b&gt;work&lt;/b&gt;! Yeah, this activity was kind of cool. It looked like &lt;b&gt;The Sims&lt;/b&gt;, only much more realistic. So we could work as &lt;i&gt;beggar, prostitute, drug-dealer, street-singer, farmer&lt;/i&gt; (fancy eh? :)) ). It was fun, everyone was trying to do as many jobs as possible, in order to gain money and help each family. Another thing &lt;i&gt;UNIQUE&lt;/i&gt; about this activity was that... you could get &lt;b&gt;AIDS&lt;/b&gt;!! Wee~! Who'd have thought of that? You could get AIDS from being a prostitute, from being vaccinated for $6 in &lt;b&gt;illegal hospital&lt;/b&gt; instead of paying $10 in legal one, or just by doing NOTHING :DD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe not by doing completely nothing, but it happened to me though. So it was like this, I was about to sing as a &lt;b&gt;street-child,&lt;/b&gt; the game master put some kind of hole in my identity card, and when I was about to start...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the horn was sounded, session 1 was over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my Friends were told that we needed to get back to our family. I was like, "&lt;i&gt;I'll be back!!&lt;/i&gt;" (since this job worth as much as $20, while other jobs worth $4 ) as I was running towards my family's direction. Then in my family, our family head checked each identity card, to make sure everything was okay. He looked at mine for awhile then he turned his head up and said, "&lt;i&gt;You've got AIDS&lt;/i&gt;". I was like, "&lt;i&gt;What the eff?!&lt;/i&gt;", but since I was a shy kid back then I only said, "&lt;i&gt;How come?&lt;/i&gt;". He then told me that the hole on this part of my identity card meant that I got AIDS. Then I remembered... &lt;b&gt;STREET-SINGER- JOB&lt;/b&gt;. The game master there put a hole on my card! As soon as session 2 started, I ran back to the place I left before and the game master said, "&lt;i&gt;No can do. You got AIDS. I can't let you work&lt;/i&gt;", I exclaimed with disbelief, "&lt;i&gt;But I got this from the job you gave... which I haven't even done!!&lt;/i&gt;". I pleaded, and pleaded, and... *&lt;i&gt;sigh&lt;/i&gt;* pleaded so that he would let me work. But he said he couldn't, since it was the rules. I was&lt;b&gt; shocked&lt;/b&gt;. I felt &lt;b&gt;betrayed&lt;/b&gt;. I was&lt;b&gt; fooled&lt;/b&gt;. Every time people asked me, "&lt;i&gt;AIDS? What did you do?&lt;/i&gt;". I smiled and replied, "&lt;i&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt;". Then people would be looking at me, confused. I had no intention in explaining how was doing nothing could make you infected with AIDS. It was just simply too... Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then as the game went on, more and more people got AIDS (Welcome to my world brothers and sisters). This activity also meant to tell us that AIDS spread quickly, and what's cruel that Game Masters usually didn't want to hire victims of AIDS... even though it wasn't their fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also know that the life of children who inherit AIDS from their parents are horrible. People who aren't educated about how the virus spreads treat them as if they aren't humans. If only people know that AIDS wouldn't spread by touching, hand-shakes... Their life would be much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I got &lt;b&gt;Malaria&lt;/b&gt; as well :D Wo hoo, thanks God that it was just a game, if it was real, I'd be &lt;b&gt;dead&lt;/b&gt; by now. Imagine, infected by &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; deadly viruses just in hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End of '&lt;i&gt;A Day in The Life&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-2441932524276288303?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2441932524276288303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/06/30-hours-famine-camp-part-1.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2441932524276288303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2441932524276288303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/06/30-hours-famine-camp-part-1.html' title='30 Hours Famine Camp'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-6803372106915798890</id><published>2010-05-12T20:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:01:13.378+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam is Over!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay Finally. The day I've been waiting for. Yes. My mid year exams are officially over. I've never ever in my whole life studied that hard. Phew. And to the fact that it wasn't hard enough. Things are different but... yeah, we have to try and move on. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 12 May, andddd... next week is going to be 19 May. The first time I stepped my foot on Singapore, was 19 November. Guess what? It's almost 6 months - half a year, I've been spending my life here. Time flies so fast. I'm getting used living here, things seem normal. Everything. So anyway, yesterday, I decided to clean up my room. Let me describe my room for youuu.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my bed was a mess. Pillows were on both sides of the bed, blanket wasn't folded, and my bolster almost fell off from the bed. And yeah, my dolls were all over the room :D. Next, my desk, oh man, papers, all kind of books were stacked on the desk. 3 miscellaneous drink bottles on it, 2 plastic bag of something, pencil case, and dirty glass. Under the desk, pile of my laundry which I hadn't stored into my cupboard. The content of my trash bin was piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized it was time... for me to fix my room. I started cleaning my room from my desk, I was re-arranging my books when I found something. Yeah. It was a book my friends gave me before I left. I sat awhile to read that book, I missed those time so much. I couldn't forget all the good times we had. Sometimes I wish, just to turn back on time. To enjoy those splendid moments I had with them. Too bad, I couldn't do that, and now I'm so far away from them. Gosh, I miss Indonesia!! I miss everything in it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the book, and continued cleaning the whole room. I even put an air freshener on it :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all I wanted to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS INDONESIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-6803372106915798890?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6803372106915798890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/05/exam-is-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6803372106915798890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/6803372106915798890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/05/exam-is-over.html' title='Exam is Over!!!!!!'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-2594262525883720161</id><published>2010-03-20T00:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:01:50.985+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends and Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>Feeling Happy yet Sad: Dilemma?</title><content type='html'>Yup, happy and sad; how I am feeling right now. Maybe you guys are thinking, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How come&lt;/span&gt;?', '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it even possible to feel sad and happy at the same time&lt;/span&gt;?', or maybe, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geez, she can't differentiate between happiness and sadness&lt;/span&gt;'. Just for your information, I can differentiate those two feelings.  I'll get to the story of how I got to a point where I'm feeling two contrast feelings at the same time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started the day with waking up late, and went to my old Secondary school, yep, IPEKA Tomang. I met some friends I haven't met for awhile. Then they asked me things. It felt good to finally see smiles on their faces- directly, not from photos- after a long time. I also met teachers who taught me back then- my homeroom teacher even brought me and my friend to my old 9th grade classroom. When I stepped into the classroom, I had a flashback of what it used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was messy. Everyone was busy with their own stuffs. Some could be seen running around doing stupid things. Some would just sit while two or three friends of theirs would surround them. Some would be busy walking around to their friends' desk. The classroom's door was opened WIDE- Some children also ran off outside to meet their friends from other class or just gazing the basketball field from the second floor. Such class was surely NOISY. It was simply a chaos. Then at the end of the lesson, teachers would get frustrated and report to our form teacher on how we had behaved&lt;/span&gt;.' - Ah, the good ol' time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled recalling all those memories. I saw a few differences in the classroom. Like there is a little cupboard on the wall of the corner of the class now. I was about to '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;take some souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;' with me from that cupboard but my teacher said that the owner is going to need it after the mid-term holiday - oh well, I'll come back next holiday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after meeting some more teachers. A few tours in the teacher's lounge. We decided it's time to leave (We as in me and my friends). We are planning to go and watch movies - yeah finally, no more S$10 movie ticket. I headed off to Puri Mall - a mall with lots of memories, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th October 2009&lt;/span&gt; especially - using my friend's car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were five people inside the car and we arrived first. Oh yeah, Have I mentioned the fact that I went to the mall without bringing my wallet? So, it was like this, I was waiting for my friend when I decided to play games in my iTouch. I opened my bag, and found my iTouch - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; my iTouch. I phoned back home to make sure I left my wallet there, and it was in my room. Sitting nicely on my computer desk. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;", I thought to myself. After I told my mum that I forgot to bring my wallet, she then started saying about stuffs, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like going to school with books&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like going to a war without weapons&lt;/span&gt;"... Is it that fatal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Guess it is. There were lots of stuffs I wanted to do but I had to cancel them since I forgot to bring money. I even had to borrow some of my friends' money- and I hate borrowing money, I always forget to pay them, and it isn't a very good thing to do, is it? Okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borrowed money for: Movie ticket &amp;amp; Popcorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then the rest of the gang finally showed up. We left the food court and headed off to the supermarket to supply ourselves with less-expensive beverages for our movies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt; - I had to borrow money for this. After everyone got their stuffs, then we went to the cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We arrived early - I forgot the last time we arrived before all the lights were turned off, and the beginning of the movie started off already. We settled down, waited for the movie to play while some commercials that I honestly didn't pay attention at all... Playing on the screen. We were going to watch Alice in The Wonderland by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everything went well, when suddenly a group of kids came into the room and sat in the row behind us. My friend, who sat beside me, was totally pissed with them. Yeah, they were making a lot of annoying noises, and 'Rocked' our seats. My other friend who sat beside me said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3D effect huh?&lt;/span&gt;". My friend - the pissed one - just sighed and she wished to throw the people behind into the sea. But of course she didn't. We enjoyed the movie. It was great, and of course the rocking chair effect, really &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;. Seemed so real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie we didn't know what to do. Just before deciding what to do next, our friend joined in, he didn't join us in watching the movie since he watched it before. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok, now what?&lt;/span&gt;" I didn't know how things went after that, when suddenly they started to walk. I just followed them, not knowing anywhere else to go. We entered a bookshop, I still didn't know why were we there, but... oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then suddenly we got into the schoolbag section, and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still didn't know&lt;/span&gt; what we were doing there. So I asked a friend, and she told me, one of my friend was going to pick his birthday present, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;". It was kind of funny. My friend was confused, he didn't know what he wanted. Some of my friends started to craze off, pointing stuff like telescopes, pen that its cost didn't make any sense, and lastly a hello kitty school bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My friend decided to have a school bag. So he shall have one. We helped him to choose the right one. It must be big, since it needs to carry all his school stuffs. As we helped him to pick his bags, I realized that the shop assistants started to stare at us with confusion and concern. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, my friend made up his mind and choose a bag. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Bday dude&lt;/span&gt;! We collected money among ourselves to pay for the bag, and guess what... I had to borrow money - again. My friend got his present, and we walked out from the store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We then decided to eat at a restaurant that might soon blacklist us- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for reference see 4th October Notes&lt;/span&gt;. We entered the restaurant, find ourselves seats. Choosing from the menu. And shoot... Now how was I supposed to eat without bringing any money - okay had to fully admit, this is FATAL. I wanted to skip dinner, but all my friends were really, really tolerant, nice, and understanding. For short, I had to borrow money... again. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt;, make sure you bring your wallet. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Period&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We chit- chatted. Just a simple conversation, talking about stuffs. Bullying the others (sins committed today: countless), telling stories, and so on.We ended our dinner with stupid ritual. Yes, creating a new dish from the leftovers. I think they're going to upload the photo of our masterpiece -  it looked like an oyster... I tried making letters from the chili sauce, writing one of my friend's name. Then my friends, gave coins for the tips... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-5 coins&lt;/span&gt;. My friend without noticing that the waiter was right behind him, counting the coins and announced the little amount of the money. Then we walked off the restaurant happily. Okay, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; the restaurant is going to ban us for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home that day with two of my friends. Along the way, we talked about a lot of stuffs - well , not a lot, only one, but it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; fun. We laughed, especially when we saw a bunch of cops running around the neighborhood, I said something and we laughed all the way. I asked my mom to bring money so I could pay my debt when she picked me up. Okay. Half of my debt is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, then chatted with some of my friends. I sat in front of my computer, then I looked at the calender beside it. There was a circle on tomorrow's date, "It's time already huh". I was just looking at pictures in photos that people tagged me in. I accidentally  clicked the last page of that section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. I saw my old photos. I saw times when we were getting pictures for my yearbook. Photos of my graduation. Photos when I went to Bali. Photos when I went to Puncak. Photos when I had barbecue party. Photos when it was my friend's birthday. It happened all so fast. All the good memories. All the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorites photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs107.snc1/4794_1104523846488_1028496759_30267920_5792219_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the picture, it seems so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; peaceful&lt;/span&gt;. There was no worry.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No burdens&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs166.snc1/6209_1084946444670_1256656392_30192428_7557088_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my favorite too. Took by my lunatic friend, Zen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone looked so happy&lt;/span&gt;. I wonder why everyone was smiling, this photo is really GOOD. Love it. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7416_1159820160289_1371354045_30507384_6906718_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken in... Wait I know. Senayan City. Hope I'm right, it's after watching a movie. With hamsters, (I forgot :))) Taken last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing this picture, I don't feel like going back. When I'm here, in Indonesia. Everything seems right. I had a lot of fun with these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beloved friends&lt;/span&gt; of mine. Who have accompanied me for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 years&lt;/span&gt; in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A good friend is hard to find, and also hard to leave."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard but I got over it. I'm going to miss them, but it's okay. I'll come back next holiday. To have more fun with them. :)) Now excuse me, I have an oreo ice cream waiting for me. After that, I have to pack my stuffs. See you in June! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-2594262525883720161?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2594262525883720161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-happy-yet-sad-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2594262525883720161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2594262525883720161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-happy-yet-sad-dilemma.html' title='Feeling Happy yet Sad: Dilemma?'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-4021061531229840426</id><published>2010-03-14T18:21:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:48:23.571+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;It's been awhile now. I'm now back home in Indonesia :x. It's 14th March! Yipee! So I decided to make a post related to love. Haha. Well, hope you don't mind reading it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;You know, love is the most confusing thing in the world. It has &lt;strong&gt;no absolute answer&lt;/strong&gt;. Unlike some questions, ‘&lt;em&gt;What is gravity?&lt;/em&gt;’, ‘&lt;em&gt;How does a rain occur&lt;/em&gt;?’, ‘&lt;em&gt;How far is the earth from the sun&lt;/em&gt;?’ Those are questions which appear on exam papers. Questions which although are asked from different people, have the same answers. Questions which don’t depend on different kind of views. How about &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;? It is unique. It is exclusive. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It doesn’t have any formula like equations in math. It doesn’t have any classification like biology. It couldn’t be summarized into fifteen points like an English essay. Love is something that makes even the smartest person in the world… confused. Well, if you ask me what love is, it’s something random.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like example…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;It’s raining outside, and I sit nearby the window. I’m all alone in this room, it’s so quiet. Only the soft melody of, ‘&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need you now&lt;/strong&gt; – Lady Antebellum&lt;/em&gt;’ is playing. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I gazed at the tranquilizing view. My mind is empty for awhile, when I started to think whether he is looking at the rain like I am. And then, from my laptop, ‘Need You Now’ – a song that I keep playing on repeat, I noticed a piece of lyric from the song,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“&lt;/strong&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me it happens all the time…&lt;strong&gt;”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s the moment when I feel love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or the time when I called my friend. Just talking non-stop for 1-2 hours. Chit-chattering about unimportant stuffs. Old School. New gossips. Her studies. Funny stories. Crying out loud, sharing problems. Complaining about current life. Not forgetting to mock each other, semi-bullying each other, or to simply insult each other. To end with a laughter and promise to see each other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s the moment when I feel love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or like now. When I'm in my home country. Enjoying my old but comfortable bed. The cool breeze of the air- con. The smell of the perfume, I used to use. Hiding my face between the pillows. Again, I smell the detergent that my house uses. I looked around this small room... And smiled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those are also the times when I feel love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Random isn’t it? It happens to everyone. Love isn't just about opposite sex. Love toward your parent. Your pet. Your hobbies. Your friends. Your favorite shoe. Your siblings. Your cousins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end, we keep asking the same question, ‘&lt;em&gt;Is this love?&lt;/em&gt;’ The answer to that question couldn’t be find in books. We couldn’t google to find the answer. We couldn’t ask our teacher about it. ‘&lt;em&gt;What is love&lt;/em&gt;?’ a question which is asked by so many people also has so many different answers. The answer hides in each of us. There is no right or wrong answer. It’s something which you can’t learn or find. You must feel it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy White day everyone :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS: I never said I'm in love. Haha. It's just an example, based on my &lt;u&gt;PAST&lt;/u&gt; experience :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-4021061531229840426?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4021061531229840426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4021061531229840426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4021061531229840426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love?'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-3109018113497864413</id><published>2010-02-17T17:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:07:11.533+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>Morning on the First Day of School (after CNY Holiday)</title><content type='html'>Okay so I began the day with a no-so-good start. I woke up late, let see... 6:47 am. Haha, when I woke up, the whole hall was already empty and dark (the hall's light had been turned off). I broke into ND and Michelle's room, I shouted in panic, "What time is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ND still relaxed said, "6:46", then I ran off to the bathroom. Then, to make things worse, I forgot to put on my shoe laces (after I washed them a few days ago), so I spent another 2-3 minutes on my bed, tying my shoe laces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck was not on my side today after all. I ran off to the first floor, then I remembered something, yup, my wallet. I put down my backpack, climbed up to 4th floor and grabbed my wallet. It's already 7:08 by then.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even finish my breakfast this morning, half of the plate was wasted to the dustbin. I didn't drink anything too, all I had in my mind was, "I'm late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to school with ND, Claudy, and Dela, and all the other seniors. Thanks God, although all those disasters happened, I wasn't late. I got there in time :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just one part of my whole day, but so many things happened already. Haha, although it was unusual and fun, I don't wish to experience such thing again. Running in the morning, with the fear of being late haunting you never feels great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-3109018113497864413?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3109018113497864413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/02/morning-on-first-day-of-school-after.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/3109018113497864413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/3109018113497864413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/02/morning-on-first-day-of-school-after.html' title='Morning on the First Day of School (after CNY Holiday)'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-1351944417162356925</id><published>2010-02-16T14:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:57:43.656+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Singapore'/><title type='text'>CNY Holiday!!!!</title><content type='html'>Time flies. Haha, it has been quite sometimes since the last time I posted something in this blog. Well, it's Chinese New Year Holiday, everyone in my hostel is either going back to Indonesia or staying out with their parents. Although, there are also some people who stay back in the hostel - very few of them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 6 out of 19 girls in my hostel. I slept in different bed every night, (I haven't cleaned my own bed, even I don't want to sleep on it). I enjoyed the quietness and tranquility in the hostel, I mean... When could you feel such peace in a short period of time again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this short holiday, I watched Valentine's Day and Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, those are some great movies. I also visited the science centre, there were a lot of cool stuffs there ( oh yeah, I checked out body world too, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 14th February, it wasn't a great day for me. I learnt something on that day, ever heard a quote saying, "You never know how important something is until you lose it"? Well it happened to me lately. I took for granted all the time I had, and then poof! When I finally opened my eyes, it was already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I had great fun on that day :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been busy for the last 3 days (not with homeworks though haha), I promised myself not to go out from the hostel today, yup, enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends back in Indonesia, miss IPEKA TOMANG so much!!! hahahaha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of my chinese holiday, :(( gonna miss this. see you later :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-1351944417162356925?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1351944417162356925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-holiday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/1351944417162356925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/1351944417162356925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-holiday.html' title='CNY Holiday!!!!'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-4883418454351843189</id><published>2010-01-30T19:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:42:27.093+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Singapore'/><title type='text'>As I Sit Here Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know, it has been a month since the first time I went back to school. Got a bunch of new friends, adapting with new school, start getting lots of homeworks, feeling sleepy in the class yet you mustn't fall asleep and those other things. I'm feeling... Normal. Things are settling down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway, this weekend I'm staying out with my mum. I started the day with going to some new malls, then I explored some parts of Singapore with my mum. I enjoyed the day, really, and I was feeling kind of tired afterward. I didn't have enough sleep for the last few days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this evening, I stayed back at the hotel room while my mum and her parents went somewhere else. Well... Here I am, sitting in front of the laptop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tuned to some music, browsing, well basically just enjoying the quiet moment I'm having. Then suddenly I feel something that I haven't felt for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the worries that I used to have earlier are gone. I miss this kind of condition, so quiet, only the music is playing. Typing what I'm feeling without any distraction. Chatting with my beloved friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the whole month I've been missing this. I'm glad that I get to feel this moment, a moment that I won't be feeling for awhile. Well, I feel like posting this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cozy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; feeling. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss you guys so much :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-4883418454351843189?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4883418454351843189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-i-sit-here-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4883418454351843189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4883418454351843189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-i-sit-here-alone.html' title='As I Sit Here Alone'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-3693668501229516183</id><published>2009-12-30T22:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:40:28.214+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and I opened my eyes. I felt a slight pain on the back of my neck. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess it was the result from sleeping too long in the car the other day&lt;/span&gt;, I reckoned to myself. I sat on my bed for awhile. Trying to stabilize  myself. It felt like I just came back from dream world to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw nothing as it was still dark. I could only see a little sunlight coming through from my window. Not a sound was heard, except for the ticking of my alarm clock. I got up on my feet. My vision was still blurred. I moved my hand around, trying to find my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wearing it, I stood up and walked toward my PC table. I stared at my alarm clock. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine thirty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty early&lt;/span&gt;, I thought to myself. Then I turned around, heading toward my door. I turned the knob and walked out from my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the moment as I opened my door, I heard a gentle but loud voice calling me to come down for breakfast, it was my mother's. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a minute&lt;/span&gt;", I said, trying to make myself heard, since it was morning and I didn't have enough amount of energy to shout back. I closed my bedroom's door, and I walked forward, to the door in front of me. I pushed it. It was the door to my parents' room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got into the room, I narrowed my eyes. Unlike my bedroom, it was so bright. I looked around, no one was in the room, all the curtains were drawn and my mother left the air conditioner on. I gave time for my eyes to get used with the bright light. I walked a step or two, then I crawled on to my parents' bed. After I positioned some pillows, I lied down on the soft bed. I took a deep breath and there was a slight fragrance of my father's perfume. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like it used to be&lt;/span&gt;, I said to myself. I turned my body around and faced the bright window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gazed at the window There I saw the blue sky filled with fluffy white cloud. I smiled. It was simply beautiful. It was the scene I used to look at when I slept here, at my parents' bed. I closed my eyes, I felt the warm sunlight and the cool breeze from the air conditioner. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt; this. I closed my eyes for awhile. I wanted to enjoy this moment. This moment that I won't be feeling for a long period of time. Covered by the cozy surrounding, I once again fell asleep. Deep asleep in the place I love the most. The place I grew up in. The place that have kept a lot of memories. The place I call &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Going to miss my home so badly. They are right when they say, there isn't a place as good as home. I love my home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8792941897365169014-3693668501229516183?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3693668501229516183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/3693668501229516183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/3693668501229516183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-4601960533045496019</id><published>2009-12-14T13:10:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:29:39.186+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Dorothy: Ch 2 (There Goes the Curse)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There Goes the Curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"We should find something about this Dorothy girl.. anything would do", Tony said as they entered the library, "Darn, for God Sake Mary! Why didn't you pass on the message?", Tony screeched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"You know I'm not the kind of person who believes in such thing!", Mary denied, but then she closed her face with both her hands, "You're right, I was so stupid", Mary yelled. Tony calmed her down, realizing that they were in the library, and everyone was looking at them furiously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tony sighed, "Look, let's find some information about Dorothy. There is no use in regretting what happened", Tony started to calm down and began to turn pages on the books he just picked. Mary nodded weakly. After they searched fruitlessly for hours, they started to get frustrated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"No information at all!", Tony put down four thick books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Let's use the computer, maybe we could find something on the internet"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Good idea, Hey Mary. It's 5 o'clock already, aren't you supposed to babysit?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Darn! I forgot! But I have to search...", Mary panicked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"It's okay, I'll do it alone. Your shift ends at 9 pm right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Well yeah, are you sure Tony?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tony smiled and nodded. Then Mary dashed out from the library. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tony sighed as he saw the girl he loved was in great danger. He stood up to the computer and typed &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;http://www.google.com/&lt;/a&gt;. He began to do research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back in the house where Mary had to babysit, Mary was scared. Her mind was busy thinking about the chain- message, that she broke two glasses, dropped a plate, she had been really clumsy. "Are you alright, Mary?", Ms Janice, the mother of the baby she babysat asked her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Yes, I'm perfectly fine", she smiled though in heart she knew she had told a lie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"If you say so. By the way Mary, I know it's almost 9 pm and you're about to go home, but can you do me a favour?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Okay, sure I can"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Can you look after the baby on the second floor? I'm going out for just 30 minutes. Thanks Mary, I have an important thing to do. Don't worry, I'll pay you extra"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"It's no big deal", Mary smiled.Then Ms Janice drove away, leaving just Mary and the baby along in the big empty house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"I better tell Tony I'm going to be late", Mary murmured to herself. She was just holding her mobile phone when she heard the baby cried upstairs."Just a second, Jhonnie dear!", She ran up to the stair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In the library, Tony sat in front of the computer. From the expression on his face, it was clear the he had found something. Then he turned aorund, he looked around and then he stopped, staring at the clock on the library's wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"It's twelve minutes pass nine already, where's she? I've to tell her this!"Then Tony took her mobile phone, and started to dial Mary. Mary's phone was left unattended in the living room while se was upstair comforting the baby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"There, there" she patted the back of the baby, as she put him down back to his crib. Then suddenly she heard a creaking sound from the door beside the room she was in. She wanted to ignore the sound but then she heard it twice, thrice and for the fourth time she stood up. She got out of the baby's room, and then she was staring at the door. And the creaking sound disappeared.She sighed in relief, she was going to walk downstair when she turned her back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*creak*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There it was again. Mary was petrified. She didn't turn back, she was too scared. Then the creaking sound got louder and louder, as if someone was playing with the door. Mary stood still and the creaking got louder. Mary with all her courage, turned around. And like before, the sound was gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary then peeked into the room, and she saw no one. She stepped into the room, she was scared but she felt like something pulled her in. Then she was already in the middle of the room, she looked around. Nothing was in that room. Then suddenly, the door behind her slammed.She was surprised, then when she turned back seeing the closed door, the window on the other side slammed. Terrified, she instinctively ran towards the door. She tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. She kept trying to open it. Tina's death in a locked room kept haunting her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-4601960533045496019?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4601960533045496019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/dorothy-ch-2-there-goes-curse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4601960533045496019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/4601960533045496019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/dorothy-ch-2-there-goes-curse.html' title='Dorothy: Ch 2 (There Goes the Curse)'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-2960621496245293352</id><published>2009-12-14T13:01:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:49:55.199+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Story'/><title type='text'>Dorothy: Ch. 1 (Pass On The Message)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is an essay that I had to write a few days ago. Ms Goh, my teacher told us to make ghost story, so here it is. I decided to edit it, I want to make it longer and not such happy ending, I'm thinking of a scarier plot. I will update the story if I have finished the next chapter. Hope you enjoy reading it.  If you don't mind, please drop some comments. :] Thanks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pass On The Message&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everyone hates me, No one wants to play with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So they locked me up in a room, Where they left me to die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pass this message or face your doom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll come to you and make you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Dorothy -"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is this crap?" Mary grumbled as she stared at her mobile's screen. Then she scrolled down in her inbox, finding 24 messages with the same contact, all about this Dorothy. "Tsch, what's wrong with my all my friends? I'm not going to pass this over", She pressed the delete button and left her mobile phone. It was mid night and she had to sleep, she had school the next day. She crept into her blanket, sleeping peacefully, not realizing that there was someone at the window staring at her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sun rose, another morning had come. "I'm late!", Mary dashed out from her house. She was panting when she arrived at her school front gate. She walked into the building, and couldn't help but to notice there was a large crowd. She grabbed one of her friends' hand,"Tony!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Oh, Hi Mary", the boy turned around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"What's with all these people? Some kind of celebration?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Not at all", He shook his head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"So? What is it?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Well, someone was found dead this morning, in the girls' restroom"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"What?! How come..? Who?", She shrieked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Shh... It's Tina. You know, Tina from class B"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"How could such thi-", Before she could finish her sentence, Ms Woodmither, the principal of the school, walked out from the girls' restroom. Everyone was looking at her in deep silence, as she was walking to her principal office, accompanied by two teachers, she looked pale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Ms Woodmither looked as she has seen a ghost", Mary chuckled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Maybe she did", Tony didn't laugh or smile. He was silent and Mary realized that he was serious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"What do you mean, Tony?" Mary held his hand and could feel that Tony's hand was cold. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then tony stared at her, opening his mouth and talked softly,"Mary, I'm sure, you received some chain messages last night, right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"25 messages to be exact. Same content", She rolled her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"You know, Tina died in the restroom this morning, the restroom's door was locked earlier. Some of the boys were forced to break in, and they did, they found Tina... dead"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"So? What has it got to do with last night' s chain messages?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Mary, There has been an issue going around", Tony stared deeply into Mary's hazel eyes, "Dorothy killed her"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Wha.. what are you talk-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Tina didn't pass on the message"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Nonsense! There is no such thing as ghost! Dorothy doesn't exist!" She shrieked, and she started to sweat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Then...", Tony pulled out a white paper from his jeans' pocket. "Can you explain to me, what is this?"Mary looked at the paper, it was a photograph of the girls' restroom. There were words written on the mirror of the girls' restroom right above Tina's body, she turned pale. The words were read, &lt;em&gt;'Why didn't you pass on the message?&lt;/em&gt;', there were written in blood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Look here", Tony pointed to Tina's body. Mary looked at where his finger was pointing, there was a letter 'D', carved on Tina's left arm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Impossible. It.. it could be anyone. Anyone who disguised their murders using the ghost's name, it's just... absurd!", Mary denied everything she had seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"The door was locked, there are no windows in there as you already know. Nothing else was found except for the writing on the mirror and Tina's dead body"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"No..", Mary started to tremble. Seeing this, Tony felt suspicious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Mary, you passed the message, didn't you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There was no answer, Tony realized what had happened, why Mary was being denial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Mary! Tell me you passed on the message!", he yelled.Mary, looking pale, slowly shook her head. Tony was shocked, what he feared the most truly happened, he was once again astonished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"What am I going to do, Tony?" Mary stammered. She looked scared as if she had seen a vision of death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before Tony could say a word, the school speaker announced,"No classes today. Students may go home and study at their own home. Further information will be given"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everyone was thrilled, everyone except for Tony and Mary. They still had something to figure out. So they ran to the National Library.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-2960621496245293352?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2960621496245293352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/dorothy-ch-1-pass-on-message.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2960621496245293352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/2960621496245293352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/dorothy-ch-1-pass-on-message.html' title='Dorothy: Ch. 1 (Pass On The Message)'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-5475307869184590985</id><published>2009-12-08T14:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:28:38.785+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>Reading, an Interesting Hobby</title><content type='html'>My teacher gave me a task, a whole month task. So she told us to read 15 books. English books. Not comic books. I was like, "What?!! No way!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, some facts about me, back in Indonesia, I never read any book. Wait, I have, "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;to Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" by &lt;i&gt;Harper Lee&lt;/i&gt;. That's all, one book, for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember then, when I used to buy a Harry Potter Novel, I read it half way and eventually I closed the book, and waited until the movie was released. Worst of all, that book was in Bahasa, and I was so lazy to read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so &lt;b&gt;15 books&lt;/b&gt; in one month is definitely something. It's an assignment anyway, so I have to do it, or at least give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So far, I've finished:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gift - &lt;i&gt;Cecelia Ahern&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Great Ghost Rescuer - &lt;i&gt;Eva Ibboston&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life on a Refrigerator Door - &lt;i&gt;Alice Kuipers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fly on the Wall - &lt;i&gt;e. Lockheart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Author - &lt;i&gt;Joan F. Kaywell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Words - &lt;i&gt;Tanya Landman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like them all, they are all great books, the story line isn't usual, so it's fun to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, my favorite author is Cecelia Ahern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is also the author for, "P.S. I love you", which everyone says as a super great book. I want to read more of her books. Her books mostly are about romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charlie and The Chocolate Factory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been turning some pages lately, can't concentrate. I could only read books when it's in total silence, when there is no body around, and I usually end up with a bunch of people just talking about stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading is fun, and I should have realized it back then. I have friends that have read 10 books, 14 book, 16 books ( note: I don't know, maybe the number has increased), they are fast readers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway guys, try reading some novels, there are lots of interesting books in the bookstore, novels can be as interesting as comic books too you know :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-5475307869184590985?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5475307869184590985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/reading-interesting-hobby.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5475307869184590985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5475307869184590985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/reading-interesting-hobby.html' title='Reading, an Interesting Hobby'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-5667287880424895338</id><published>2009-12-04T14:42:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:45:34.934+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Singapore'/><title type='text'>It's Me... Again.</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since the last time I updated my blog (really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now attending class every Monday to Saturday, &lt;strong&gt;8 hours per day&lt;/strong&gt; (crap, even school wasn't this mean back then), and it only learns &lt;strong&gt;a single&lt;/strong&gt; subject... it's English. My bridging class has a blog page too by the way, it's on my &lt;em&gt;'List Link'&lt;/em&gt; on the right panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep during the class &lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt; (not something to be proud about but yeah... I'm being frank here), like this afternoon, each time I finished one number, I took a break and slept on the desk, and then my friend would wake me up and I would continue to the next number. Still,I would sleep after finishing another number (okay i sound extremely &lt;em&gt;sleepy-head&lt;/em&gt; right now but believe me, it's hard learning the same subject for &lt;strong&gt;8 hours&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to sleep in class, but every time I open my eyes, they feel so heavy and force me to lay my head on the desk and sleep .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw it's time to whine.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family&lt;br /&gt;I miss Indonesian Food&lt;br /&gt;I miss&lt;strong&gt; Chilli&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss Indonesian stuff&lt;br /&gt;I miss my comic books&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bed room&lt;br /&gt;I miss my PC&lt;br /&gt;I miss my music folder&lt;br /&gt;I miss my HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to call some friends in Indonesia D:&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday perhaps ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-5667287880424895338?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5667287880424895338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-me-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5667287880424895338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/5667287880424895338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;s Me... Again.'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-180767982993260048</id><published>2009-11-24T08:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:42:19.278+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life in Singapore'/><title type='text'>A Whole New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Finally, I got the chance to update my blog (although Im in class right now, and Im supposed to use the internet for some research). By the way guys... I'm in Singapore now. Things that I've do&lt;img class="gl_size" alt="Font size" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;ne are... I've cleaned up my room, went to the &lt;em&gt;Raffles Hospital&lt;/em&gt; for a medical check-up, bought some things in the stores, opened my bank account, travelling around using MRT and buses (cool!!), and of course... tried some&lt;strong&gt; local delicacies&lt;/strong&gt; (I saw &lt;em&gt;'Nasi Padang'&lt;/em&gt; in some food courts the other day, and still, the one in Indonesia tastes better :DD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have classes now ( after 6 months of holiday :P)!! You know... It's kind of hard. Everyday all of the girls in my hostel who also take this class, must wake up everyday like...&lt;strong&gt; 5:30&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;morning&lt;/strong&gt;? And all this time we used to wake up at &lt;em&gt;9 am ++.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, sitting in front of the bathroom waiting for my turn to take a bath, and I wondered... "&lt;em&gt;Crap, no more waking up at 10 am&lt;/em&gt;". Yeah, I'm still trying to adapt with &lt;em&gt;'waking-up-in-the-morning&lt;/em&gt;' thing, and I hope I will get used with it... &lt;strong&gt;SOON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, what's one great thing about Singapore? &lt;strong&gt;Transportation&lt;/strong&gt;. Yup, getting everywhere is really easy. You can take MRT, the bus or the taxi. I use the bus to go to school everyday, and the bus is also clean! (&lt;^o^&lt;) o yea! Still, you have to walk &lt;strong&gt;A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food? It's pretty great. Still, I'm starting to miss Indonesian Food :(.&lt;em&gt; Nasi padang&lt;/em&gt; in here isn't spicy, &lt;em&gt;rujak&lt;/em&gt; (they have rujak here as well) uses vegies instead of fruit. Oh yeah... the chili here isn't spicy. I should have bring those bottled chili from Indonesia, but I &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, guys, I need to work on my research now,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;3 top scientific inventions which have made the most impact on the world&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Time to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Address:&lt;/strong&gt; CJC Hostel, 127 whitley rd (come and visit me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mobile:&lt;/strong&gt; 94846560 (if you text me from Indonesia it will cost you &lt;em&gt;Rp.500&lt;/em&gt;,- if I'm not mistaken)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-180767982993260048?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/180767982993260048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/11/whole-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/180767982993260048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/180767982993260048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/11/whole-new-beginning.html' title='A Whole New Beginning'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-1954028318458000589</id><published>2009-11-12T01:14:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:20:58.640+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life is Like That'/><title type='text'>Buat aku, 'waktu' itu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Waktu itu berjalan cepat banget yah? Mungkin ada yang bilang, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gak ah nne, lama banget, apalagi kalau lagi jam pelajaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”. Yup, gw harus stuju ama yang ngomong begitu, emang terkadang waktu berjalan lambat banget, tapi biasanya hanya dalam jangka pendek dimana kita gak melakukan apa- apa. Pernah gak kalian mikir atau dengar orang ngomong gini, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wah! Cepet banget yah sekarang dah SMA…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;” atau “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wah… cepet banget yah kamu gedenya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”. Gak pernah kan ada yang ngomong, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wah! Masih SMA? Loh… kayaknya kemarin juga SMA, kok lama banget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;” atau “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Waktu tuh lambat banget yaa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”. Jarang banget kan? Yah, gw mau sharing tentang pendapat gw pada “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cepatnya waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”. So here’s some story…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kurang dari 1 minggu lagi gw bakal pergi dari tanah air tercinta, jauh dari keluarga, my beloved friends, dan lingkungan gw dari kcil ini. Dulu rasanya lama banget, menunggu keberangkatan ke SG. Tapi tau gak? Kita gak sadar kalo waktu tuh mengalir begitu cepatnya, jujur yah. Rasanya baru kemaren gw liat temen- temen SMP gw di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MOS ama SMA-nya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, gw kaget pas mereka bilang dah mau bagi rapot mid semester. Gw mikir dalam hati, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Astaga udah 3 bulan yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ne kapan berangkat ke SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?” Dulu pertanyaan ini bisa gw jawab sambil tersenyum, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Masih lama buanget kok, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”. Baru- baru salah seorang temen SD nanya gw pertanyaan yang sama persis, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ne kapan berangkatnya ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;” gw terdiam buat sesaat, lalu gw bilang “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19 November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”. Perasaan gw ketika menjawab kedua pertanyaan itu… beda. Pas kedua kalinya gw jawab pertanyaan itu, gw mikir, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gak kerasa tinggal bentar lagi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”. Waktu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;gak pernah gagal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; mengagetkan gw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guys, point gw disini… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Beneran deh, waktu tidak pernah berhenti walau sedetikpun. Pikirkan, bentar lagi kalian akan pisah, masuk kuliah, nikah, kerja dan menjalani hidup masing- masing. Waktu yang ada sekarang, manfaatkan baik- baik, ukir kenangan sebanyak- banyaknya. Belum tentu kesempatan yang sama bakal ada lagi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Orang bilang, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;time is money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”. Menurut gw sih… gak begitu. Benarkah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;waktu = uang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;? Jadi kalau kita punya banyak uang, kita bisa menggantikan waktu? Gak kan? Secara realita, waktu itu bahkan lebih berharga dari uang. Waktu gak bisa dibeli. Waktu itu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pemberian Tuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Jadi kawan, selama masih ada, manfaatkanlah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-1954028318458000589?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1954028318458000589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/11/buat-aku-waktu-itu.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/1954028318458000589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/1954028318458000589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/11/buat-aku-waktu-itu.html' title='Buat aku, &apos;waktu&apos; itu...'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792941897365169014.post-7627042808547659455</id><published>2009-11-09T22:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:26:01.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Pertama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yap… Akhirnya jadi juga blog ini. Tadinya blog ini kosong melompong, belom ada isinya. Sebagai post pertama mungkin lebi baik gw crita- crita dikit tentang diri gw yah. Nama gw &lt;em&gt;Adrianne Walujo&lt;/em&gt;, gw lahir pada tanggal &lt;strong&gt;24 September&lt;/strong&gt; tahun &lt;em&gt;xxxx&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. Hobi gw, dengerin musik, nge-tweak, design, baca buku, telponan, ngumpul- ngumpul, dan dsb deh. Panjang juga kalau dicratiin. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mungkin ada yang bertanya- tanya, kenapa nama blog gw ‘&lt;em&gt;jovialanne&lt;/em&gt;’ well… terdiri dari dua kata jovial dan anne, haha jovial itu bahasa inggris yang artinya ‘&lt;em&gt;ceria&lt;/em&gt;’, ‘&lt;em&gt;periang&lt;/em&gt;’, sedangkan &lt;em&gt;anne&lt;/em&gt; itu adalah… nama panggilan gw. Haha, walau banyak panggilan- panggilan lain gw yang bisa dikatakan ‘&lt;em&gt;aib&lt;/em&gt;’ mungkin suatu saat kalau gw udah gak tau malu bakal gw critaiin nama- nama aib tersebut (yah sekarang gw masih tau malu). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why &lt;strong&gt;bittersweet&lt;/strong&gt;? Gw punya prinsip kalau, hidup itu bittersweet artinya &lt;strong&gt;manis-pahit&lt;/strong&gt;. Jelas dong, mana ada orang yang selalu merasa hidupnya itu manisss tanpa ada rasa pahit sedikitpun. Dan sebaliknya, gak ada orang yang selalu hidup dalam kepahitan. Yah itu cuman sebuah pandangan dari gw.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, tentang kepribadian gw… liat aja di post- post berikutnya, dan kira- kira sendiri aja gw orangya seperti apa… haha. Gw sedang dalam masa adaptasi dalam blogging, jadi, sabar aja yah ama tampilan blog gw yah bener- bener ‘&lt;em&gt;plain&lt;/em&gt;’. :P Drop some comment if you don’t mind :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792941897365169014-7627042808547659455?l=jovialanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7627042808547659455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-pertama.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/7627042808547659455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792941897365169014/posts/default/7627042808547659455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jovialanne.blogspot.com/2009/11/post-pertama.html' title='Post Pertama'/><author><name>Adrianne Walujo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11112813283589842157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4fDmkl2ZBM/Tx5PpR1HFyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K6H7yJHwViU/s220/black-white-me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
