<?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-3759244457572644656</id><updated>2011-11-19T01:14:36.021+07:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>the.better.life</title><subtitle type='html'>life is something unreal when you keep seeing it the way you want to see, not the way it is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-950923558633346131</id><published>2011-07-22T10:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T10:13:17.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFLICTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last weekend I went to a hospital for medical check up. I am supposed to follow several procedures like blood test, urine test, thorax, and many more. About 3 months ago, I had medical check up as an employment procedure. I did all those things too. To my knowledge (also based on most people say), I can’t do thorax twice in 6 months timeframe. So, I came to the doctor and said that I couldn’t do thorax as I already did it within last 3 months. Doctor asked me who told me that and forced me to do thorax again. I resisted and am a bit angry at her. I thought as a doctor, she didn’t think of my safety and health. This doctor must be crazy. At least, that is what I had in mind at the time. But the doctor insisted, she said that she won’t analyze all my medical check up if I didn’t take thorax. She even asked me to go to another hospital if I refused to do it. Finally she asked me this question,”Who told you that it is dangerous? Is it someone from here? Why don’t you ask me why I think it is not dangerous?”. When she said that, I stop talking and suddenly there’s a thought running in my head. I picked the hospital myself, I picked the doctor. I have a free will and I picked her and this hospital. So this hospital and the doctor must be good. Therefore, I have to trust them. I am not the doctor. She’s the doctor. She knows better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned from this experience is that we actually treat our God this way every day. I believe each and every one of you takes some time in the morning just to pray and surrender everything to God. You surrender your life, your job, your business, your family, and every single thing that you care the most. Yet, you are still worried about everything. For instance, suppose that your project which is important for your career is behind schedule. You would be anxious. You’d think you already ruined your career life because you think this project is the only way to get the promotion. See?! Who’s the God now? Every time you did your best and surrender it to God, be relaxed and have faith in God. He knows what to do with your life way much better than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say that you stop doing anything and start praying only. I say you do what you have to do and surrender it to God, and let God do the rest. You don’t have to do something which isn’t your part. Surrendering it yet getting worried about it is like telling God not to intervene in our life. So, what’s the point of surrender? It’s like the story I told you up there. The doctor knows better how to get a good analysis on my medical check up which is to also get the thorax examination. But, I refused to do that. It is conflicted. I chose her to examine my health yet I don’t trust her fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fellow readers, let’s not get conflicted in things we do. When you surrender everything to God, make sure you really do that in your real life. I hope it’s not just part of prayer you should say or ask to God. He is more than happy to take control of your life if you let Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&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/3759244457572644656-950923558633346131?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/950923558633346131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=950923558633346131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/950923558633346131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/950923558633346131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/conflicted.html' title='CONFLICTED'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-8022479346787240022</id><published>2011-01-12T11:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T11:41:45.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony of Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe that we had a very good Christmas last week. I refer to series of Christmas parties on different places, different host, and different messages. Those celebrations have planted a typical paradigm of Christmas for all of us. If there’s a question popped up regarding what Christmas is, then most people would come up with idea of celebration, Santa Claus and gifts/presents, or something similar with those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I didn’t say it’s wrong. Christmas is a reminder of the day when God gave His only Son for sinful people, for us. So Christmas is just like a birthday. The difference is this birthday belongs to someone mighty and holy. So, celebration is one of the ways to relive Christmas. But, deeper than that, we're still missing something about Christmas. It’s ‘giving’ and ‘love’. I will elaborate these in my next paragraph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas talks about God giving his only Son for earth. Earth represents sin while God is holy. Not only God GAVE His only Son, but also He gave away something precious of HIS like His Throne, His Holy Place. As you see, God gave something and that something is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowing that God gave His precious for us, we might wonder why He did that. The one and only reason He did this is because He’s too in love with us. He loves us. I would understand if your logic would take more time to digest upon reading my last statement. You can’t just give away your valuable one because of love. But, that’s the fact. I won’t go any further discussing this irrational love. Let’s assume you understand this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Concluding what’s mentioned above, Christmas is about giving your valuables one for those who’s in need as a manifestation of loving them. So, if you really want to relive the spirit of Christmas in present day, all you have to do is just to love others. That means to give something valuable to people who are in need. Of course, practice could be done in many ways, like throwing Christmas party for needed, or visiting orphanage, or simply sitting down with people you love the most and do a quality time. Whichever way you choose, as long as it’s done because of your love, you’re reliving spirit of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Merry Christmas 2010! God bless.&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/3759244457572644656-8022479346787240022?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8022479346787240022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=8022479346787240022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/8022479346787240022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/8022479346787240022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-believe-that-we-had-very-good.html' title='Irony of Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4296700756294276601</id><published>2010-07-26T21:16:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:25:36.329+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concept of Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Do you have a dream?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Yes, I do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Are you making progress to get it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Err, maybe.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s no longer a secret that people tend to have dream. Moreover, people are encouraged to have dream in our life. When I say dream, I was talking about a broad definition of dream. It could be dream as in ambition, expectation, etc. We simply can define it as a change of situation/condition into a better one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I still remember the day when I was a cute child (no objection, please), people kept asking what my ambition was. What was my dream? Of course, I came up with a typical childhood dream such as doctor, president, superman, etc. Parents will usually be very happy knowing their child is having a dream. A good one. Not only that, success stories of people who get the success because they have dream are quite popular these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, not that I hate dreaming or expecting something good to happen. It is more that people forgot something when they talked about dream. Action (or should I say ‘consistent action’) wasn’t put into the equation. I, personally, think that this is wrong. It can be deceiving. People tend to focus merely on result, which is their dream. While, they forgot that in order to achieve the result, they need to do the right process. Still don’t get the point? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For instance, suppose I had a very big authority to help everyone to get their dream. Then, I go to a place where bad guys exist. I asked them “What is your dream?” They told me that they want to be a rich man with an authority like government. Then I said, “You got it. From now on, I appoint you as a governor in Jakarta.” Technically speaking, he’s got his dream. But, in no time, he’ll misuse the authority and start ruin everything; includes his own dream. What was wrong? I changed his situation. I made him reaching his dream. I made everything better for him. I give him a big event in his milestone of life. Yeah, I change everything for him! But I forget to change him! The character, the person is what I missed to change! He, physically, has been a governor. But, he’s got no governor mindset/characters. That is why he failed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently, people tend to like event in his life. You can count how many people consider wedding, job promotion, winning a lottery, elected as a governor, etc are dream-become-true events. They are numbers. They are very happy when it happens. But, let me tell you something. It won’t last if they don’t maintain the event. Repeat the event. It’s not like throwing a wedding party every day that I’m talking about, it’s about loving your wife/husband just as much as you love him/her in your wedding day. Let’s see another example. You get promoted. For me, it’s only an event that won’t last long if you won’t work it out. You have to keep performing just like the day you be promoted. Do you see where I’m going with this? Dream could be less interesting than you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An everlasting dream requires action and that action needs to be done persistently and consistently. An instant dream would lead to another failure in your life because you might not be ready for it. When you have a dream, prepare yourself properly. See what’s needed to become that man in your dream. I didn’t guarantee that you’ll get your dream by doing this. But, if by any chance you got it, you’ll be ready physically and mentally (characters). You will use it wisely and it’ll last forever. Or, even if you can’t get your dream, believe me that you have already been someone else’s dream for everything you do to others. Because they’re not too blind to see that a better character lives in you. Nothing to lose, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let me know what you think. This idea is flashing in my mind. I am afraid I lose it so I do some quick writing to wrap up in this blog. So it may be confusing for you. Just let me know which part confuse you. Let's discuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/3759244457572644656-4296700756294276601?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4296700756294276601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4296700756294276601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4296700756294276601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4296700756294276601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/concept-of-dream.html' title='Concept of Dream'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4929931175914042353</id><published>2010-04-12T19:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:57:09.124+07:00</updated><title type='text'>H.A.L.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I was accompanying my friend to a bank. He planned to apply a credit card. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s so new with the process that he asked so many things. Right there, he was assigned to a marketing guy. Based on the conversation they had, I presumed that the marketing guy was an impatient man.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could tell from the way he explained the process. Wait! He didn’t explain anything. He was bubbling angrily by using the banking language. That’s what I heard. Of course, we all know that the customer with lots of questions and the impatient marketer wasn’t a good combination. My friend felt like he wasn’t treated properly as a customer. So, he turned down the application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;What’s the root causes? It’s simply because of the anger or temper or … can we simply say ‘losing control’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Losing control of ourselves could possibly lead to something bad. Well, it resulted that way most of the time. I like one of my friend’s timeline on Twitter. It says, ”Reasons why you don’t let your anger off in public are you might be not right and instead of solving the problem, you will blow it up.” So, we can conclude that losing control of ourselves is not beneficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Well, some of us would think that talk is cheap. Yeah, I know. Let’s try to figure out how to make it easier to avoid losing control. We probably can start from the symptoms. I myself define the situation that people tend to lose control. It’s HALT. What’s HALT? Halt (in English) shares the same meanings with ‘to stop’. In Bahasa, we have Halte Bus (which I believe halte is adopted from halt). Halte Bus is bus stop. In short, when we get HALT, it means we have to stop. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Okay, what does HALT stand for? They are &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;Hunger, Anger, Lose, &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt; Tired&lt;/i&gt;. Hmm, I don’t think it’s necessary to give illustrations of people that are in those symptoms. I believe that you’ve experienced it by yourselves. What should we do when it comes? These are the conditions we should stop. I mean, we must stop! Halt means &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;we have to think before we act, but if we don’t want to think, shut up.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s simple. When we start feeling those symptoms (like hungry, angry, tired or lost), shut up and think. By doing that, we won’t lose control and won’t let it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I am about to conclude. So if you’re thinking that you got a problem with temper, you’ve got the answers already, fellow. Please pay attention on those symptoms. When you feel those and then HALT! Remember, let the anger off in public is not beneficial. First, you may be not right. Second, instead of solving the problems, you’ll blow it up. To top it off, you will make a good relationship with others. Hey, that counts for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I guess this is just another frantic thought of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-4929931175914042353?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4929931175914042353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4929931175914042353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4929931175914042353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4929931175914042353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/halt.html' title='H.A.L.T'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-3454774175147030224</id><published>2010-02-28T20:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:15:34.509+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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It was about a mother whose son was buried under the ruins of building after earthquake in Haiti. The news stated that this lady was not giving up hope on her child’s life and somehow the child be found safely. The word to which I was attracted is HOPE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Why ‘hope’? What’s so special about it? If we try broadening the thinking, then we’ll find that hope is everywhere; in everything we do. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let’s take example. We hope getting better reimbursement while we work hard for a company. Students hope entering the good university while they study hard in High School.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basketball Team hopes winning the championship while they sweat a lot during practice hours. Those hopes give them strength. It’s the only reasons why they keep doing the hard work, hard study, practice, etc. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Looking at the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt; above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;, it's quite sensible if some said losing hope is dangerous. One could be so skeptic, pessimistic or even, ready to die. We can find example easily on this, let's say suicide by jumping off the building. They must be losing their hope on something. It could be love, future (as in jobs/career) or whatever. So if we don’t want to be like that, we shouldn’t give up hope. That’s the logic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Wait! We’re not there yet. If I were asked not to giving up hope, I would prefer not to do it.  You know why? I don't want my happiness and how I react be determined by something unreal. Why something unreal? Because, in my opinion, hope is just a perception created by each one of us. It’s in our mind. Why would we create it? Simply, it's to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;we feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that our life is better and NOT to make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;our life better. I think this explains why we would kill ourselves if we lose this. We, basically, &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;don’t feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that our life is good. And that 'feeling' makes you kill yourself. We're idiots.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;To make my point clearer, let me give you an illustration. Hope is like a ship that is floating with an anchor cling to something invisible beneath the water. We don’t know if it clings well or not because we can’t see it. And here are the cases. First case, if we think that the anchor doesn’t cling well and the ship is bit shaken, we’ll probably leave the ship by jumping off it. Second case, if we perceive that anchor clings to something robust, we’ll stay and enjoy our time aboard. But the fact is we never know which one is right. We can’t see the anchor, can we? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;See? Our mind is playing trick. We never know what happened to the anchor down there. The worst part is we determine our hope based on the situation. In that example, our perception is built based on how stable the ship floats. We stop working hard when we know that new recruit is adored by our bosses better than us. We stop studying when we know that only top 10 students will enter the good university while we are in 11&lt;sup&gt;th &lt;/sup&gt;at that day. But in fact, we never know what will happen in the future. Still, we believe in our hope, our perception. We really make it up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;We have a religion, don’t we? Or at least we believe that there’s a greater power than human being, don’t we? If so, just surrender every single thing to God! Nothing ever happened to us but everything did happen for us. It’s called ‘faith’. Faith doesn’t expect certain result, like a good one. It make us believe that every result either good or bad happen for  us,. Yeah for our own good. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;What about the mother I mentioned earlier? Maybe, just maybe, if the mother would have lost her son, I’m pretty sure that she won’t be disappointed. As she said to the newspaper,”Somehow, I know that he has the special God.” Well, she didn’t hope. She’s just having faith in God. And that’s different. What a frantic thinking!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Hey, let me know what you're thinking. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Adolf, Benn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-3454774175147030224?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3454774175147030224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=3454774175147030224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/3454774175147030224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/3454774175147030224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/thought-of-hope.html' title='Thought of Hope'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4654907879543804657</id><published>2010-02-26T21:12:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:18:24.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning of Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-para-margin-top:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-right:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0cm; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that Valentine is over. But it doesn’t stop me to write about relationship. Okay, I’m not that old or full of relationship experiences, I just want to share what I learned. That’s all. Before we proceed, I probably need to define what I mean with relationship here. I’m not only talking about you and your girlfriend. It could be you and your family, you and your friend, etc. Okay! I think I already covered all disclaimers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst"  style="text-indent: -18pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Relationship is just like having a car. When you decided to buy it, you’ve got responsibility to take care of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rule number one. If you’ve got your hands full of something else, then don’t buy it. You will make it into untreated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking care means you have to spare sometime to talk to them, you have to spare some resources you have to help them (sometimes). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So if you don’t want to do those things, forget about relationship. You’re not ready yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"  style="text-indent: -18pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You can’t make someone love you. What you only can do is to be someone who can be loved. The rest of it is up to them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s logic. You can control your behavior, your attitude, yourself. While you can’t control someone’s. Don’t bother with the result! When you did your best, your part is done. The rest is only a matter of someone’s choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"  style="text-indent: -18pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Just because they don’t love you the way you want to be loved doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all of their heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The point is different head leads to different way. You can’t force people to do something like the way you do it. I got example for this. You like them to be beside you every time. But in fact, they can really care about you although they’re not beside you every time. So don’t get in to fight when you found the incompatibility. What counts in a relationship isn’t how compatible you are but how you deal with incompatibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"  style="text-indent: -18pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Assumption is the termite of any relationship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stop saying “I thought you will be home late.” “I thought you will know what I want”. “I thought…” Wow, you didn’t expect your partner‘s paranormal, did you? If it comes to hesitation, then you ask them. Don’t guess, but test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"  style="text-indent: -18pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Relationship is not about love but to love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love’s often associated as noun instead of verb. People focus on the result of loving, such as marriage. Whilst, the success of love is in ‘loving’ not in the result of it. This point is a bit similar with point number 1 except this point emphasize on verb; as in to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"  style="text-indent: -18pt; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A relationship should consist of good forgivers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human errs. Being a good forgiver will keep the relationship last longer. So then you won’t waste your time fighting the small things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That’s all I got. That’s what I learned from the past 2 years. I know 2 years won’t be adequate to be an expertise of relationship. But I believe it’ll help someone out there somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can agree or disagree. It doesn’t matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The goal of this posting is just like relationship; it isn’t to think alike but to think together. So, you’re more than welcome to share yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See you at the top, fellow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adolf, Benn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-4654907879543804657?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4654907879543804657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4654907879543804657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4654907879543804657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4654907879543804657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/learning-of-relationship.html' title='Learning of Relationship'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-8339246535290733303</id><published>2009-07-07T01:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:30:59.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 07, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;A for adoring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoring: yang mengagumkan, yang dicintai. Dengan kata ini, aku ingin menunjukkan bahwa aku gak pernah berhenti meyakinkan diriku apakah aku benar2 jadi pasangan nya gadis cantik ini. Sampai sekarang pun, aku masih sering tidak percaya. Dia yang selalu dikagumi dan dicintai kini berdiri di sampingku dan menggenggam tanganku? ini pasti mimpi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;R for recourse of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;recourse: perlindungan, pertolongan. Akhirnya, aku baru tahu bahwa ada pelukan yang benar2 menenangkan. Aku seakan terlindungi saat aku memeluk tubuhnya. Nafasku kembali teratur dan aku mulai berpikir tenang. Dekapannya seakan berbisik "I'm here for you" dan saat itu aku sadar aku tidak lagi sendiri. tidak lagi sendiri?! Ini mungkin mimpi ku yang kedua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;V for vulnerable but reliable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;vulnerable: mudah terserang (sec. perasaan). Kata-kata ini ingin menunjukkan betapa paradoksnya wanita ini. Dia bukan manusia sempurna yang mampu menahan semua beban di pundaknya. Dia rapuh, tetapi dia bukan pengeluh. Dia defensive, tapi dia penurut. Dia cuek, tapi dia punya semua perhatian di tangannya. Dia terlalu paradoks. Tapi itulah dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuma 3 huruf yang aku bisa jelaskan tentang apa yang kurasakan kepada wanita ini. Bukan karena ku terlalu sedikit mengenalnya, tapi justru karena aku terlalu mengenalnya. Aku bahkan tidak tahu apakah aku punya kosakata yang cukup buat menggambarkan kesempurnaan wanita ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, wanita ini merayakan ulang tahunnya yang ke 22. Hari ulang tahun kali ini terasa beda dari tahun sebelumnya, karena kali ini dia sudah memiliki ST yang mengikuti namanya. Sarjana Teknik! Lihat?! Kesempurnaan itu tidak berhenti. Ia tetap mencari dan menyempurnakan dirinya. Masa depan yang menjanjikan tinggal menunggu waktu. Kerja, S2 atau membentu keluarga? semua ada di tangannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya akan berdoa untuknya. Menikmati indahnya dari sisi gelapku. Melihat ia tumbuh merangkai kepingan hidupnya serta berharap ada aku di kepingan itu. Yah, berharap mimpi ini jadi kenyataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lupa memberi tahu, nama wanita itu adalah Arviani, byk orang memanggilnya A.R.V.I. Hm,, sepertinya aku masih punya I untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I for I LOVE ARVI&lt;/strong&gt;. Walau aku tidak pernah merasa pantas (setidaknya sampai hari ini) buat dia, I just Love her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ARVIANI MANAHERA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTED IN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the-better-life.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;copyright (C) 2009. Adolf Corp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-8339246535290733303?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8339246535290733303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=8339246535290733303&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/8339246535290733303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/8339246535290733303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-07-2009.html' title='July 07, 2009'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4950201709764113517</id><published>2008-09-01T01:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:57:16.585+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Money Buy Happiness? (Based on scientific research)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I thinking now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should finish my final assignment, and then I will find a job. Since I will graduate from the well-known university, I deserve the well-paid job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait a sec! What is the money for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know. It probably can give happiness to me. I can afford many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;So, are you telling me that money can buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A short conversation above was really happening in my mind.  I didn't know the answer. And somehow, I just believed that kind of situation happens to you too, fellow readers. So I did a little dig on what promotes happiness the most. And then, I come up with this. Let's check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elizabeth W. Dunn, associate professor of University of British Columbia majoring Psychology, said that she won't surprise if people who did something for others would promote more happiness than people who didn't.  But she surprised when she found out how big the positive impact of spending money on others to promote happiness. And of course, it has nothing to do with the amount of money you have. "This research shows that little change of ways in spending money will make us feel a different way of happiness", said Dunn via phone-interview session. It doesn't mean that we should have a huge salary and then we give them for others. No, it is not like that! The point is just to give what you have for others, and do it in your ways! Dunn added,"Nothing's special about the money! The most important things are your time and your involvement to help others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is how the research were conducted. This research initiated by asking 632 Americans (55% female) to rate their general happiness, report their annual income, and estimate how much they spent on bills/expenses, donate for charity, gifts for others, etc. The first two categories are summarized to create index of personal spending. And the other two are summarized to create index of pro-social spending. Then these two indexes are statistically tested. Using the regression analysis, this research revealed that the personal spending was unrelated with happiness. Statistically speaking, it was not significant. On the contrary, pro-social spending was related with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another research taken by Dunn, they took 45 Canadian students to rate their happiness. They were given money, at least $5 each. Of course, they got a different amount of money. They were given a directive. Some of them were told to spend money on them. And some of them were told to spend money on others. At the end of the day, they rated their happiness and the results revealed that students who spent money on others experienced more happiness than some other students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conclusion of the research, people who spend more money on others experienced greater happiness than people who spend more money on themselves. Further result, the amount of money we make has nothing to do with our happiness. But the amount of money we make has something to do with the way we spend our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Final decision, I deserve well-paid company for I have already known my way of spending money. I am going to spend more money on others. Yeah, I will! It will be my happiness. No, it is my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, I can't answer the question. Can money buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(reference: Dunn, E. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spending Money on Others Promotes Happiness&lt;/span&gt;. Univ of British Columbia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-4950201709764113517?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4950201709764113517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4950201709764113517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4950201709764113517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4950201709764113517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-money-buy-happiness-based-on.html' title='Can Money Buy Happiness? (Based on scientific research)'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-5467029043258175770</id><published>2008-08-31T12:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:59:58.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter From Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;To:             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;Date:            TODAY&lt;br /&gt;From:           GOD&lt;br /&gt;Subject:       YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;Reference:   LIFE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;This is God.  Today I will be handling All of your problems for you.  I do Not need your help.  So, have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  And, remember...&lt;br /&gt;If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself!  Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME.  All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it.  Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;If you find yourself stuck in traffic, don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Should you have a bad day at work; think of the man who has been out of work for years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; think of the woman in &lt;span id="lw_1220161246_0"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts"&gt;dire straits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;Should you decide to remind a friend about this; Thank you. You may have touched their life in ways you will never know!&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have a nice day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;At the final analysis:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 102, 153);"&gt;Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;has seen you struggling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 102, 153);"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;say it's over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ecmsonormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: right;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;A blessing is coming your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Informal Roman&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 6pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-5467029043258175770?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5467029043258175770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=5467029043258175770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5467029043258175770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5467029043258175770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-from-lord.html' title='Letter From Lord'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4821578687971265233</id><published>2008-08-14T21:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:58:52.655+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angkuh ku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jiwa-jiwa merintih..&lt;br /&gt;tertatih, terkekang, terhimpit bahkan terjatuh.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka meringkuk di sudut sempit nurani..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berteriak-teriak mencari sosok berhati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeritannya mengusikku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namun kutolak, palingkan wajah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak menatap potret jiwa yang asing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kucoba tenggelam dalam logika agungku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ku dengar samar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ia berontak tegas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;melawan yang kusebut takdir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ku dengar samar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ia bertarung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menjawab tantangan hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sesaat.. aku terhenyak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terkagum pada jiwa yang terabaikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeritannya menyibak jubah kemanusiaan ku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meruntuhkan angkuh tahta diri ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gigihnya merengkuh sehelai napas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ajarkan ku memberi arti berbeda bagi hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the AtMoSpHeRe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandung, 18August2006&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/3759244457572644656-4821578687971265233?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4821578687971265233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4821578687971265233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4821578687971265233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4821578687971265233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/angkuh-ku.html' title='Angkuh ku'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-6336291429279156087</id><published>2008-06-24T20:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:29:09.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the bricks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/SGD0Ri-s9AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xPvPCPAxAOM/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/SGD0Ri-s9AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xPvPCPAxAOM/s320/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215436950779786242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just feel that I am the boy who wrote the letter right now. Thanks for the brick, God! I am fixing myself from now on.&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/3759244457572644656-6336291429279156087?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6336291429279156087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=6336291429279156087&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/6336291429279156087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/6336291429279156087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-bricks.html' title='I got the bricks.'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/SGD0Ri-s9AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xPvPCPAxAOM/s72-c/image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4715424566169355227</id><published>2008-06-07T21:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:03:17.852+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For The Brick?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I just read this story and found it really inspiring. It is kind of suitable for my situation (or perhaps, yours?). Check it out!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and drove the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please mister ... please, I'm sorry... I didn't know what else to do," he pleaded. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me." Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Thank you and May God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Fellow readers, I don’t know whether you are being thrown bricks for darting or not. But we do, sometimes. We start ignoring people around us while we are enjoying pursuit of our dreams. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps, we are too busy cope problems. But, is it wrong if I am getting my dreams, even though I have to ignore others? Since, if I fail, I will not get life that I always wanted. I don’t know. It is just frantically post. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Calibri; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's our choice: Listen to the whisper ... or wait for the brick! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-4715424566169355227?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4715424566169355227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4715424566169355227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4715424566169355227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4715424566169355227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting-for-brick.html' title='Waiting For The Brick?!!'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4267830373562667480</id><published>2008-06-04T21:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:31:41.789+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to me, but For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you have tried the best and you don’t succeed? I am really sure that you know that kind of feeling. Under such condition, most of people usually start to look for something/someone to blame. It is pathetic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let‘s say, I have been in that situation. For example, my team had been making all efforts to be in a final basketball championship. And, we just ended up with no title at all. I just feel that it is unfair. I believe that you ever experienced it, too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When I discussed this topic to a friend of mine, I got many point of views. Some of them said, ”&lt;i style=""&gt;We just can’t win all&lt;/i&gt;.” I think that this is just their rationalization or just a replacement which would make them feel better. But, sometimes, it does help, by the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But, point of view I like most is what my friend, &lt;a href="http://arloeat.wordpress.com"&gt;Arlo&lt;/a&gt;, said to me. “&lt;i style=""&gt;Nothing ever happened to you, but everything did happen for you.&lt;/i&gt;” Actually, I am little bit confused with this quotes, at first. But it is getting clearer when &lt;a href="http://arloeat.wordpress.com"&gt;Arlo &lt;/a&gt;gave me an illustration.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Simply said, we planned before we were going to do something. And most of them, sometimes, weren’t going as planned. Often, we are getting upset or disappointed. But, something we really don’t know is there’s always a bright side for us right there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Let’s back to my problem up there! My team might not get a chance to play in basketball championship game, in order to remind us that there are so many things needed to be repaired, internally. Therefore, we have a chance to reflect and rebuild our ‘soul’ in the team. We might think that everything is okay, if we wouldn’t have lost. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;That is what I am talking about. Final championship didn’t happen to us, but the lost did happen for us. At the end, I want to say “Cheer up. Thing may go unplanned, but something good for us do happen eventually”. Then, what to worry? You tell me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-4267830373562667480?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4267830373562667480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4267830373562667480&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4267830373562667480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4267830373562667480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-to-me-but-for-me.html' title='Not to me, but For Me'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-8813386348061798675</id><published>2008-04-30T22:02:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:28:07.496+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermezzo Saat PPAB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/SBiNfuz1ajI/AAAAAAAAACk/z60x-xpEhNk/s1600-h/22042006%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/SBiNfuz1ajI/AAAAAAAAACk/z60x-xpEhNk/s320/22042006%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195057746452769330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi ngebuka2 folder foto-foto, trus tiba sampai di gambar ini langsung keingat masa-masa indah PPAB.. Emang sesuatu yang indah untuk dikenang,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada pelantikan yang hampir batal gara2 hujan..&lt;br /&gt;Ada Kico yang suru push-up anak orang abis bangun pagi..&lt;br /&gt;Ada macem2lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang paling ultimate, salah satunya ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/SBiO_Oz1akI/AAAAAAAAACs/bD17u3IGe8M/s1600-h/22042006%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/SBiO_Oz1akI/AAAAAAAAACs/bD17u3IGe8M/s320/22042006%28014%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195059387130276418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIKO lagi menakuti anjing2 ini dengan matanya... hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-8813386348061798675?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8813386348061798675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=8813386348061798675&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/8813386348061798675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/8813386348061798675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/intermezzo-saat-ppab.html' title='Intermezzo Saat PPAB'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/SBiNfuz1ajI/AAAAAAAAACk/z60x-xpEhNk/s72-c/22042006%28008%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-2053016625578741547</id><published>2008-04-29T01:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:20:55.451+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things in My Life and How I React</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A family was having breakfast in a sunny morning. This family consists of a father, a mother, a boy and a little girl. Suddenly, the little girl named Floe spilled a cup of tea on to her father’s shirt. Her Father was so angry at her. He scolded her,”I am going to have an important meeting today. And I am in a rush. I have to perform well and you have just ruined everything!!!” He was yelling at his daughter for 15 minutes. Since then, he was in a bad mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, he changed his shirt in hurry and came late to the meeting. At the meeting, he realized that he forgot to bring his files which is needed for the meeting. He left his files on the bed when he changed his attire in hurry. He was getting a notification letter from his boss because of being reckless. He became so angry and so upset. And then, he left the meeting room emotionally. When lunch time came, he suddenly realized that he also forgot to bring his wallet. It left in his this-morning-trousers’ pocket. He couldn’t buy any food to eat. He was getting more upset. He couldn’t think clearly right now. When he was on the way home, he’s so emotional. So, he drove his car very careless and he hit a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the other side, Floe was very depressed because of the incident. She felt like the guiltiest one. Then, those feeling make her get sick. And, certainly, this would be another bad news for her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;What things can be inferred? Why did his father play a worst part of life that day? Do you think it is because of the spilled-tea on his shirt? I don’t think so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I think it is because of the father’s reaction towards the things happened. What if he calmed himself and tried not to get upset? What if he said,” It is okay, Floe! You didn’t do that on purpose. Don’t cry. I just need to change my clothes and everything will be fine.”? What do you think would happen? The father wouldn’t have been late since he didn’t waste his time scolding his daughter. And he wouldn’t have left his files and wallet. So, he wouldn’t have either missed his lunch or got a notification letter. Further, he wouldn’t have hit a woman since he would have been driving home safely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;So, what is the point? The point is that our life mostly are not influenced by bad things happened but are really influenced by our reaction towards them. Most of the time, we choose to get angry, to feel disappointed, and, eventually, to make the wrong decision. Then, we will get the impact of our reaction, either bad result or good one. If the result is bad, we will start to complain and blame the events. We forgot the “our reaction” part. Perhaps, blaming something or someone could make everything become so easy for us. I just don’t know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I was thinking about everything happened in life. Then, I came up with questions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;How much do they contribute to what I am right now? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Or what will I become when they did not happen?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I had no answer for those. Not until I read this. At least, I have something to say if I have to answer those questions. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Simply said, all things happened in my life contribute 10% and my reactions towards them contribute 90%. So, what action is going through your head, then?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;See you at the top!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/3759244457572644656-2053016625578741547?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2053016625578741547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=2053016625578741547&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/2053016625578741547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/2053016625578741547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-in-my-life-and-how-i-react.html' title='Things in My Life and How I React'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-410456474733635012</id><published>2008-03-21T01:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:21:36.215+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do What You Love or Love What You Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regard to what my friend wrote about &lt;a href="http://arloeat.wordpress.com/2008/03/16/on-learning-and-doing-what-you-love/#more-38"&gt;On Learning and Doing What You Love&lt;/a&gt;, I am triggered to write something about that. Certainly, it will be another point of view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Off to the topic. I totally agree with point brought in the posting. Stop learning after college and looking for the best-offerings company have been the stereotype for majority of college student. Though, they do not know whether what they’re doing right now is what they love or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ideally, they should love what they do. They should choose something they love since they will be fighting for it in the rest of their life. But, some of them, sometimes, have a situation, a condition that leaves them no option. Perhaps, some of them do realize that what they are doing right now is something they don’t love. But they must do it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the sake of clearness, allow me offer you an illustration. I am facing the choices of occupation. They are a lecturer and customer insight manager. I love being a lecturer. That is my dream. But, right now, I need money to afford things in life. My family needs my support. My little brother has not finished his college and my parents are running out of some cash right now. Being a lecturer would be a wrong choice at that time. Even though, I don’t love being a customer insight manager. For a matter of fact, it supplies me and my family more than enough. Eventually, the situation leaves me with no option, does it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do suggest you to do what you love. But, we can’t do that sometimes. Life is about choices. Let me take another example. Anne and Lucy were separated since their parents decided to divorce. Their parents’ divorce was triggered by his mother’s affair with another man. Anne, first, chose to go with daddy, and Lucy chose to go with mom. After ten years, Anne lives in wealthy and Lucy lives in a poor family. What do you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lucy chose the wrong side? Do you think Lucy really wanted to choose to be with her mother? No. Anne picked her side first. It is to be with her father. Then, the situation made Lucy got no option. She couldn’t leave their mother alone. She had to choose her, although she didn’t like to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I am trying to say above is sometimes we could not do what we love; we could not get what we want, and so on. But, still, choices are right there for us to pick. Whatever the choices would be, we should choose something for our own good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fellow readers, like I said before, I totally agree with doing something I love rather than something I don’t. But let me complete it with my point of view as written up there. Conclusion, do what you love or love what you do! Whatever we do as long as it is good for us and anyone else, it will bring something in return. Since we were born to be great, weren’t we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;See you at the top!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-410456474733635012?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/410456474733635012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=410456474733635012&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/410456474733635012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/410456474733635012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-what-you-love-or-love-what-you-do.html' title='Do What You Love or Love What You Do?'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4234575696206135494</id><published>2008-02-24T23:51:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:13:49.515+07:00</updated><title type='text'>For I Know That You Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ran from the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I walked down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My head in a dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loving voice in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know You can hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know that You're there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My hope will surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for I know that You care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The silence is haunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down the road in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart has been longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, won't You find me,instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know You can hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I know that You're there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My hope will surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for I know that You care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just know that you can hear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just know that you care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AtMoSpHeRe-1024&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3759244457572644656-4234575696206135494?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4234575696206135494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4234575696206135494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4234575696206135494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4234575696206135494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-i-know-that-you-care.html' title='For I Know That You Care'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-7184591768155385124</id><published>2008-02-02T12:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T15:04:17.414+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Life ≠ Whole Part of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"She is part of your life but she is not the whole part of it." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my friend said to his best friend. His best friend totally changed since he got a new girlfriend. He spent the whole time of his life for this lady. And he forgot to take care of his academic things, friends, etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to tell you a story about him. I am going to discuss about the quote. Let me rewrite the quote for you in a different version, of course.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"........ is part of your life but ........ is not the whole part of it." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then, fill in the blanks, please! The words "She", it could refer anything or anyone. It could be our hobby; it could be our special person. Some of us (maybe most of us) have something to fill into the blanks. It is normal because we tend to focus on something. But we also forget about many things in our life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my perfect version of life:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We can spend most of our time studying something, but not the whole of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We can spend most of our time playing basketball, but not the whole of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We can spend most of our time with our lover, but not the whole of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is we really can get into something we love, but we aren't supposed to forget our duty, our liabilities, our calling because of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom line, life should be balance. How to do it? You are the one who got the answer for your own life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:red;"  &gt;"get a life, bro!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-7184591768155385124?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7184591768155385124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=7184591768155385124&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/7184591768155385124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/7184591768155385124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-of-life-whole-part-of-life.html' title='Part of Life ≠ Whole Part of Life'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-2568765959795815018</id><published>2008-01-17T01:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:24:54.193+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend of mine said a great quote, "My motto is to give most values for others". He said that after telling me about his decision to move from Mac Kinsey into BRR (Reconstruction Company for Aceh and Nias). FYI, Mac Kinsey is a company which can pay him five times greater than BRR. Simply said, normal people would never and ever make that decision, since people still need those amounts of money to afford things in their life. But, this man made it. The only reason he had is by joining BRR; he could share most values for others.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Another story is about my friend's cousin. He had a dream. He wanted to be a doctor. On the contrary, his parents wanted him to continue family business. But he insisted to learn about medics. Eventually, he graduated from a good university in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Then, he got a job in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;, being a doctor. In the region he's assigned, there was a war. One day, he found a wounded soldier in a middle of war. Nobody wanted to risk their life to save the soldier. Instead of seeing the soldier bleed to death, he risked himself to carry the soldier on the back and brought him to safe place. Unfortunately, right before he got the soldier to the safe place. He got shot to death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fellow readers, do you see it coming? World around us is changing rapidly. We are on our way of losing people who would risk their life and give most values for others. Basically, people are self-centered. Look at the fact, in 1980s, people was being busy writing about sciences, technology and religions. And just some of them wrote the autograph books (books which tell a life story of the author). In a decade, it has been changing rapidly. It is found more than 50 people wrote autograph books. And, vice versa, some of them still write about sciences, technology and religions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Truly speaking, there is no legal norm or rule which emphasizes whether it is wrong or not. But, it is not a matter. The matter I concern is people forgot to give values for others, to share joy for others. That is the missing one. People, nowadays, are kept busy by his dream. And, again, I don't know what is right and what is wrong. What I do know is people I told you their stories above are a great man. And, somehow, I just believe that there are so many people outside there who will do the same thing. I hope I will, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Because people around me have made me who I am right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tell me what you eat and then I will tell you what you are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-2568765959795815018?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2568765959795815018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=2568765959795815018&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/2568765959795815018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/2568765959795815018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-life.html' title='A Story of Life'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4156125759968777424</id><published>2007-12-26T19:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:56:14.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of  Year: Time of Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, we are really at the end of the year. In a matter of days, we are going to change our habit from writing down "07" to writing down "08".He-he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Let's just cut the crap and off to the topic, I was spending my time in front of my computer during this damn holiday. I was trying to organize my folders and data. I am putting my files into a year-based-folder and I also erased unused files in order to spare free spaces for my disk. In simple words, I have been dating with a laptop!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was busy with my new date, something just came up to my mind. It's like a question that needs no answer. But I just felt that it was interesting to discuss. The question is "Why doesn’t God make life like a folder or files?” So, we can delete the life we don’t want to remember, or we just edit our life when something we dislike happens. Or we can just undo our life whenever we made a wrong decision. (If you don't understand what I meant, try to watch CLICK! It talks about "fast forwarding" life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter, actually, it’s my favorite feature. UNDO!! Yeah, it is cool, isn't it? If I had that feature in my life, I would never be afraid of making any wrong decision. Further, I just could do something wrong and then UNDO again. Ha-ha. It is very interesting. Then, I would have never heard of terms they called "REGRETS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, the following question is "Am I really need it?" Or, "What am I going to be if I had the feature in my life?” I will love the feature until I found that I would never grow up. I won't just loss regrets but I will also lose the feelings. The feeling of learning something from my mistake, the feeling of taking all the blame for someone you care about, the feeling of losing a game, or maybe the feeling of losing someone precious in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, those feelings have made me who I am right now. Since those made me understand how great something will be. Like, I know that it is great to be a winner, since I know how bad it feels as a loser. I know how great to have someone in your life, since I know how sad being alone in this life. See?! I am learning from what I have been through. Probably, I need none of those features in my life. I’d rather sick of all those emotions things than live a life like a zombie. UNDO is just needed for the files!!! He-he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say is: At the end of the year, I have been reminded of my yesterday through those questions about folders. I always assume that life would be the same. Things live and die, grow on decay. I am wondering why I can’t just remain. Next year might be filled by sorrow or lots of joy. And there’s no certain of what will be. And you know what, uncertainties is what we cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found there are nothing much I can mend, nothing I could undo, and nothing I could edit about my past and my future. It is all in His wonderful plan. There is nothing much I can do about my life, but lay it to His hands. Perhaps, I need to change. Perhaps, change is good for me. What I do know is I have to change into something brand new. Therefore, let Him take over me. Then, I will find my future wonderful next year. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas 2007 and Happy New Year 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3759244457572644656-4156125759968777424?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4156125759968777424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4156125759968777424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4156125759968777424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4156125759968777424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-year-time-of-reflection.html' title='End of  Year: Time of Reflection'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4346550664680590372</id><published>2007-10-14T23:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:43:39.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penemuan Hebat</title><content type='html'>Saya terinspirasi oleh temen saya &lt;a href="http://aldud.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aldud&lt;/a&gt; yang ngepost tentang Jenius!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nya dia. Sekarang saya akan ngepost tentang "penemuan hebat" saya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#1 Celana Dalam = Selamat Malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pada suatu malam, saya beranjak pergi dari sebuah mall di bandung. Sampai parkiran, saya bayar karcis parkir dan saya tunjukkan STNK pada petugas yang ada di kotak 1x1 meter itu. Lalu, saya ucapkan salam dengan sedikit pelan *niat mengerjai* "Celana Dalam, Pak!!!!".. Si petugas yang gak tau pikun atawa budeg malah membalas salam saya dengan hangat, "Selamat Malam, Dek!!Hati-hati ya!!" WAQS!! Ternyata Celana Dalam sama dengan Selamat Malam ya?? &lt;em&gt;Fakta ini sudah dibuktikan oleh orang lain juga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#2 Wanita gak selamanya lembut (lembu iya!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lelah berkutat dengan institut negeri (yang cewe2 nya under construction semua), sepulang kuliah, saya pergi mampir di universitas swasta. Maksudnya sih mau ketemu teman. Sesampainya disana, ketemu ama wanita cantik lagi kebingungan mencari gedung. Saya kebetulan lewat ditanyain. Hm, saya kan bukan mahasiswa sini?!!Akhirnya, karena niat mengerjain lebih tinggi dari niat ngebantu..(hitung2 gak ada yang kenal di kampus ini) saya ngerjain tuh cewe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mba : "Maaf, nanya, gedung ini dmana ya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ben  : "oh, wastafel?!tuh ada dikantin mba!"*dengan tmpang bego*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mba :(dikirain gak denger) "Bukan!Gedung ini dmana ya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ben  : (masih keliatan bego) "Oh, saya kira wastafel..Si Edo mah gak kenal sayanya ,mba!!" *ngeloyor pergi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mba : (masih belom ngerasa dikerjain) "Mas, ini lho..Gedung Ekonomi!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ben  : "oo, kalo yang ini Sipil..nah yang itu, Hukum..kalo di tengah-tengah, itu gedung rektorat..(si mba masi berharap dia menemukan jawaban)..mm, tapi kalo ekonomi sih, saya gak tau mba.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mba  : "anjing lu!!bilang dari tadi kek" (ngerasa dikerjain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah,sapa bilang cewe selalu lembu?eh lembut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#3 Douwes Deker tidak sama dengan Multatuli&lt;br /&gt;Di suatu sesi kelas waktu SMA, saya punya keahlian tidur khusus untuk beberapa mata pelajaran. Salah satunya adalah Sejarah. Suatu saat, di sela-sela saya menikmati indah mimpi bersama Dian Sastro Hamengkubuwono Cipto Susanto (nih nama lengkapnya!), si guru menyadari perbuatan saya dan kemudian memanggil saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guru : "Benganteng, ngapaen kaoo?(logat Batak pastinya)"&lt;br /&gt;Ehm  : "Eeeh.."*gugup tak bergerak*&lt;br /&gt;Guru : "Coba kao jawab!!Sapa nama Indonesia Douwes Deker?"&lt;br /&gt;(mendengar pertanyaan kelas dunia seperti ini, saya langsung memeras otak)&lt;br /&gt;Ehm  : "Eeehh,eeh,eeh,eeh (terus aja gitu ampe kiamat)"&lt;br /&gt;Guru : "Sapa?" (sambil menyingsingkan lengan bajunya - disadur dari lirik lagu perjuangan "Bangun Pemuda-Pemudi")&lt;br /&gt;Ehm  : (sambil setengah putus asa) "Mas Douwes, Pak?"&lt;br /&gt;3.....2.....1.....&lt;br /&gt;Guru : "Huahahahahuhahhha.........."*lupa menghukum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, tuh guru gak bilang salah jawaban g. Alhasil, di ujian g juga nulis jawaban itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tobecontinued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-4346550664680590372?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4346550664680590372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4346550664680590372&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4346550664680590372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4346550664680590372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/penemuan-hebat.html' title='Penemuan Hebat'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-4550252270051805037</id><published>2007-08-24T21:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:54:41.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Ada lagi, Pak?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;“Ada lagi, Pak?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ketika Ramah Menjadi Sebuah Ironi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Waktu itu saya lagi berjalan-jalan di sebuah daerah di Jakarta Utara (Kelapa Gading) dengan maksud melepas lelah dari rutinitas KP. Berjalan sore-sore ternyata pilihan yang tepat. Akhirnya, timbul panggilan alam dari dalam perut untuk membeli makanan. Setelah memeriksa sekitar, akhirnya saya memilih untuk mampir di Circle K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anda pasti sudah pernah ke Circle K bukan? Begitu masuk ke Circle K, pelanggan selalu disambut dengan sopan dengan ucapan ”Selamat pagi!” atau ”Selamat Siang!”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dan benar saja, saya, sore itu, juga disambut dengan ucapan ”Selamat Sore!”. &lt;i style=""&gt;Wah, ramah!Saya senang berada di sini. Apa gw borong aja smua jualannya?&lt;/i&gt; Begitulah pikiran saya merespon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="SV"&gt;*ya ngga lah..hahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;. Setelah masuk, saya mulai mencari makanan yang enak di makan dan minuman yang enak diminum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="SV"&gt;(kalo masi inget, ini majas pleonasme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;. Akhirnya, pilihan saya jatuh pada &lt;i style=""&gt;Ice Cream Walls &lt;/i&gt;yang Chocoluv gitu. Waktu mau ngambil es krim tersebut, ternyata ada seorang Bapak dan Anak berkisar 5-6 tahun gitu yang lagi melihat-lihat juga. Sekilas, begini pembicaraan mereka yang saya dengar :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sibapak&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;: ”Kamu mau yang mana?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Sianak&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;: ”Yang itu aja,pak! (seraya mengacungkan telunjuk mungilnya ke arah Conello Chocoluv)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dalam hati saya : &lt;i style=""&gt;Yak..pilihan kita sama nak!!haha..kelak berarti kita akan sama gantengnya..hihi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Sibapak&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;: (agak berbisik) ”Jangan yang itu ya,nak!Bapak gak punya cukup duit buat yang itu..”(sambil merogoh saku dan mengeluarkan lembaran ribuan)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Sianak&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;: (tersenyum, seakan menunjukkan ia mengerti)..he eh. (angguk sianak)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Sibapak&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;: ”gmana kalo ini?”(sambil mengangkat sebuah es krim yang lebih murah)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Sianak&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;: ”gak apa..dapat es krim aja Adit uda senang kok pak..”(ujarnya sambil tersenyum)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Oh,Adit nama sianak ternyata. Wah..si bapak bela-belain beli es krim buat anaknya dengan duit seadanya. HEBAT!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kemudian saya segera mengambil es krim pilihan saya dan menuju ke kasir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Saya berada persis di belakang antrian sibapak dan sianak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Mata saya mengamati setiap inci dari 2 tubuh yang ada di hadapan saya ini. Dia begitu lusuh, pakaiannya juga tidak terlalu bersih. Yah, dari kalimat tersebut silakan menilai sendiri.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Akhirnya tiba giliran sibapak dan sianak untuk dilayani oleh kasir. Seperti biasa, setelah mendata belanjaan dari sibapak dan sianak (&lt;i style=""&gt;which is the only ice cream&lt;/i&gt;), si kasir berkata “Belanjaan ini aja,pak?Ada lagi?”. (buat yang pernah ke Circle K pasti tau kebiasaan ini). Niat si kasir memang tulus dan ramah. Dia ngelakuin hal tersebut ke semua pelanggan. Dan itu adalah sebuah prosedur. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;Hanya saja, buatku, kali ini bukanlah sesuatu yang tepat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dalam hati saya berkata, &lt;i style=""&gt;Kalau saja si kasir tau dan dengar pembicaraan tadi. Apa dia masih akan berkata seperti itu?&lt;/i&gt; Sibapak tidak punya uang lagi untuk beli yang lain. Dia hanya punya uang yang cukup membeli eskrim&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;untuk anaknya. Yah..hanya itu!! Dan sekarang dia dihadapkan dengan sebuah pertanyaan ”Ada lagi,pak?”. Saya yakin hatinya pasti sedih. Mungkin pikirnya, &lt;i style=""&gt;kalau saja aku punya duit lebih banyak, aku akan beri lebih banyak lagi untuk anakku.&lt;/i&gt; Memang, akhirnya, dia tidak menjawab kasir itu. Dan kemudian ia membayar es krim yang dibelinya. Lalu, pergi keluar sambil merangkul bahu anaknya. Sedang anaknya menikmati es krim yang baru saja dibeli.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Saya juga melakukan hal yang sama dan keluar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Kejadian itu membuat saya berpikir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Kasir itu hanya menjalankan prosedur ”keramahan” pelayanan di kasir dengan melontarkan pertanyaan itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FI"&gt;Tapi, seakan-akan hal itu kurang tepat untuk ditujukan pada sibapak dan sianak pada saat itu. Saya yakin si kasir juga berniat ramah tapi sekali lagi menurut saya itu kurang tepat. Pada saat, sibapak mungkin ingin memberi sesuatu istimewa pada putranya hari itu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dan hanya itu yang dia bisa beri (Untungnya anaknya mengerti. Satu jempol buat si anak.), dia mendengar kalimat ”Ada lagi Pak?”. Buat si kasir, dia telah menjadi ramah..tapi saya tidak pernah tau apa makna kalimat itu buat sibapak dan sianak. Atau hanya saya yang terlalu sensitive?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-4550252270051805037?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4550252270051805037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=4550252270051805037&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4550252270051805037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/4550252270051805037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/ada-lagi-pak.html' title='“Ada lagi, Pak?”'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-5052593481581815232</id><published>2007-08-19T12:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T13:19:32.142+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Chained Blogs</title><content type='html'>Saya tau dari teman kalo saya kena 'tagged' oleh &lt;a href="http://disinidianamel.blogspot.com/"&gt;dian&lt;/a&gt; amelincong dan &lt;a href="http://aldud.blogspot.com/"&gt;si gendud dud aldud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Let's just bring it on. Here the rules are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write a post of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. I have a different patterns for different community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It means, I can be a different persons at any different time for any different people. The point is I want to be accepted by others. So I will play their rule of  game when I am around 'em..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.  I do not know how to judge whether  this meal is delicious or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For me, it's just a meal. All I have to do is to eat that damn meal. And I am out of being a jury for a cooking competition. Lets just say that I don't know how to taste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. I like to bite my fingers' nails when I am riding motorbike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got 3 accidents for this weird thing. Hahaha..No need explanation, i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. I have nicknames for all my fren (ok.not all.just most of them:P). But i never told them (restricted 4 me.ha-ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those are not common nicknames. Like, "mosquito", "lele", "kodok", "kancil", "beruang", "tikus"..Relax!I wont mentioned who those nicknames refers to.ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5.  I still like to watch "TOM and JERRY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No need explanations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. I like dolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No need explanations. I mean. I dont wanna to explain this.ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, there you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next Lucky Persons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Moch Rifqi (tulislah ttg PK itu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Bin Anindita (oi, buka topeng 'dewa' lah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Nobi (curhat online juga boleh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Loli (buka topeng 'dewi' dulu lah.hihi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Monaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Anya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, this is already weird when this chain still remain tagging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-5052593481581815232?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5052593481581815232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=5052593481581815232&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5052593481581815232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5052593481581815232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/chained-blogs.html' title='Chained Blogs'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-626993942920917120</id><published>2007-07-26T19:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:39:53.816+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Saya percaya bahwa setiap orang mempunyai hati dan apabila kamu bisa menyentuhnya, kamu akan bisa membuat perbedaan."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Uli Derickson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt; Ibunya menceritakan kisah itu kepada kami keesokan harinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt; Waktu itu Kenneth duduk di bangku sekolah menengah pertama dan merasa senang serta antusias sekali untuk ikut serta dalam kegiatan Special Olympics selama satu hari. Ketika kedua orangtuanya melihatnya penuh harap dari tempat duduk penonton, dia berdiri, dan menang, menjadi juara pertama.  Dia merasa bangga akan pitanya dan sorak-sorai dari semua yang menyaksikan lomba tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt; Dia mengikuti lomba lari yang kedua. Persis di garis finish, ketika sekali lagi dia akan memenangkan pertandingan, dia berhenti, lalu berjalan keluar dari lintasan. Dengan lembut kedua orangtuanya bertanya kepadanya, "Ada apa, Kenneth? Kalau kamu terus berlari, kamu akan memenangkan satu lomba lagi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt; Dengan polos Kenneth menjawab, "Tetapi, Mam, saya sudah memperoleh sebuah pita. Sedangkan Billy belum memiliknya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Clifford dan Jerie Furness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Pernah berfikir menang adalah segalanya? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Seorang teman pernah menanyakan pada saya tentang makna sebuah kompetisi di mata saya. Jawaban saya sederhana, “Saya tidak tertarik dengan kompetisi.”. Sesaat, muka teman saya seakan terhenyak. FYI, dia adalah jajaran mahasiswa terbaik di sebuah perguruan tinggi terkenal di Bandung. Kata-kata berikutnya yang keluar dari mulutnya, “Lho..napa?” Kalimat tanya ini kemudian dilanjutkan dengan sebuah wacana tentang makna sebuah kompetisi di mata ia sendiri. Karena cukup panjang dipaparkan di sini (lagian g lupa apa aja yang diomongin ama dia..hhaha), saya kasi intinya aja yahh.. Intinya, dia tuh nganggap kompetisi itu adalah sesuatu yang dibutuhkan orang untuk bertahan hidup. Karena hidup adalah kompetisi. Harus ada yang menang dan harus ada pihak yang kalah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yak..dia menyebutkan poinnya!!!Itu yang saya maksud, saya tidak suka ada pihak yang kalah, saya senang kalo smua pihak menang. Dan kalaupun harus ada pihak yang kalah, ntah napa saya merasa lebih kuat untuk menjadi pihak yang kalah dibanding orang lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Lihat cerita di atas, Kenneth memberi kemenangan miliknya untuk Billy. &lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Knapa?Karena Kenneth merasa telah mendapatkan dan merasakan kemenangan itu dan Billy belum.. Pembaca bisa tebak cerita selanjutnya. Tentu saja si Billy akan merasa terharu dan mengingat Kenneth sebagai pahlawannya. Dan yang pasti Kenneth memenangkan hati Billy. Itu yang saya maksud dengan kemenangan. Itu arti kompetisi buat saya. Saya selalu mengharapkan kemenangan bersama.Walaupun saya tau itu tidak rasional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Pembaca masih kurang sepakat?OK. Skarang coba kita refleksikan ke diri kita. Saya akan menguji anda dengan pertanyaan berikut. &lt;/span&gt;Siapa Nama Miss Universe tahun 2000? Siapa peraih Guiness Book of Record terbanyak? Siapa siswa teladan t.a 2002/2003 di provinsi anda? Sebutkan nama Miss Indonesia 10 tahun belakangan? &lt;i&gt;It’s quite difficult, isn’t it?&lt;/i&gt; Ok, saya coba ganti pertanyaannya.. Sebutkan 10 teman terbaikmu? Sebutkan nama teman sebangkumu 3 tahun lalu! Sebutkan nama orang yang paling anda cintai! Sebutkan tanggal lahir setiap orang di keluarga anda!? &lt;i&gt;Quite simple?! They’re, even,  easier to answer. Don’t you think so?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Lihat, bagaimana dengan mudahnya kita melupakan ‘pemenang-pemenang’ kompetisi yang hebat. Mereka adalah orang yang harusnya dikenal dunia bukan?Mereka berhasil memenangkan kompetisi dengan hebat , tapi dengan cepat mereka terlupakan..hilang..tak berbekas..Tapi, bagaimana dengan orang-orang yang berhasil menyentuh hati anda? Mereka bukan pemenang..Bukan kompetitormu..Mereka hanya orang yang berhasil menjadi bagian dari hidup anda. Yah, hanya itu yang mereka lakukan. Bahkan, mereka tidak akan pernah layak dibandingkan dengan para ‘juara’ itu. Tapi anda mengingatnya bukan? &lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Bahkan, detail dari momen yang anda bagi dengan mereka pasti masih teringat jelas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Lalu, dimana letak kesalahan pemikiran saya tentang kompetisi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Di luar itu semua, saya juga bukan tidak menyenangi kemenangan. Hanya saja kemenangan hanyalah sebuah output yang dari sebuah hasil kerja keras yang saya lakukan. Itu kemenangan buat saya. Dan kompetisi adalah pertarungan dengan keadaan dan bukan dengan orang (kompetitor) lain. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;Beri tahu saya jika salah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;AtMoSpHeRe_1024&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-626993942920917120?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/626993942920917120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=626993942920917120&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/626993942920917120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/626993942920917120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/menang.html' title='Menang'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-3228237527618608236</id><published>2007-07-26T19:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:35:36.354+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namanya Hen[d]ra?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;For ‘the-better-life’:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Akhirnya dengan segala pertimbangan yang matang dan mapan, akhirnya saya berani mengambil keputusan untuk memperkenalkan blog ini pada teman-teman.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Sebenarnya alasan saya tidak langung memperkenalkan adalah karena terlalu jelek tulisan seorang mahasiswa untuk dibaca oleh mahasiswa lain… Hahhaa..intinya, sih, emang saya yang kurang percaya diri aja sih dengan tulisan sendiri..hehhe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;Akhirnya, dengan mengedit (ada yang dihapus juga) postingan yang bersifat &lt;i&gt;private&lt;/i&gt;, maka jreng..jreng..silakan menikmati…hahha..kritik dan saran sangat dibutuhkan.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Benhard.adolf@gmail.com"&gt;.........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Off to our main topic&lt;/i&gt;, minggu terakhir kerja praktek.. bukannya nyantai malah nambah pusing aja..arghh..Sekilas tentang kerja praktek nih:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Ada seorang bapak yang bernama Henra (gak pake ‘d’). Orangnya rada medok-medok gitu. Ternyata, saya belajar satu hal bahwa medok dapat mempengaruhi nama. Lihat contohnya :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;(hari pertama KP)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;G: (celingak-celinguk gak jelas, mulai kebingungan dengan topik KP)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;Henra: ”Eh,PKL disini yak?” (niatnya ramah, medoknya mulai kerasa)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;G: (dengan gak kalah ramah) ”Iya pak!Kenalin nama saya Brad Pitt, ehm, panggil aja Benhard.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Henra: ”Oh nama saya Hen[d]ra” (baca dengan logat Jawa)*sambil tersenyum manis*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;G: ”oooohhh, Pak Hendra?!” (sambil menjabat tangan) *sok yakin*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Henra: ”oh, bukan..bukan!! Tapi Hen[d]ra..” (masi dengan ramah dan MEDOK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;G: (mulai bingung?!) ”Ha?!Iya, Pak..Hendra khan?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;Sosok yang disinyalir memiliki IQ berkisar 150 tersebut mulai ’gerah’ dengan salah penyebutan namanya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Henra: ”BUKANNN!!!Hen[d]ra....bukan Hend[d]ra?(coba baca dengan logat Jawa, apa bedanya?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;G: ?!!@#$@*mengumpat dalam hati* &lt;i&gt;apa sih maunya ni Bapak?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;Akhirnya, pria dengan IQ berkisar 150 tersebut akhirnya menemukan ide brillian....yak,menulis namanya di atas kertas!!(brillian dari mana?hongkong?!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;Di atas kertas terlihat tulisan, H-E-N-R-A..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;G: *masi tampang polos dan ramah* oooooooooooooooo(ampe kiamat), Henra?! (kali ini sambil menunjukkan wajah lega)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;Henra: Iyah..bener..HEN[D]RA..gitu aja kok repot?!(tuh masi Hendra khan?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;G: *dalam hati* makanya ngomong yang jelas donk...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt-BR"&gt;Yah, akhirnya hari-hari KP g dilewati dengan si Hen[d]ra ini..hidup tidak pernah seburuk ini sebelumnya..fiuhh..Welcome to my new world...hahah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="pt-BR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-3228237527618608236?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3228237527618608236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=3228237527618608236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/3228237527618608236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/3228237527618608236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/namanya-hendra.html' title='Namanya Hen[d]ra?!'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-5467523227485585249</id><published>2007-07-17T19:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:52:35.804+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinta itu Kesempatan atau Pilihan ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Saat kita bertemu dengan seseorang yangsempurna, yang kita cintai di saat yang tepat, di tempat yang tepat dan di waktu yang tepat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="nl-NL"&gt;Itu adalah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kesempatan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="nl-NL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="nl-NL"&gt;Saat kamu bertemu seseorang yang membuatmu tertarik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Itu bukan pilihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Itu adalah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kesempatan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Selalu bersama/bertemu dalam suatu waktu (dan banyak pasangan yang jadian karena hal ini) bukanlah suatu pilihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Itu adalah &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kesempatan&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Perbedaannya adalah setelah semuanya itu terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Kapan kau akan membawa rasa cinta, suka, ketertarikan tersebut naik ke tingkat selanjutnya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Ketika kemudian akal sehat kita kembali bermain, kita akan duduk dan menimbang kembali apakah kau ingin melanjutkan hubungan tersebut atau melepaskannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Jika kau memilih untuk mencintai seseorang tersebut, meskipun dengan segala kekurangannya, itu bukanlah kesempatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Itu adalah &lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;pilihan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Disaat kau memilih untuk bersama dengan seseorang, tidak peduli dengan hal lainnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Itu adalah &lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;pilihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Meskipun kau tahu banyak orang di luar sana yang lebih menarik, pintar, dan lebih kaya daripada pasanganmu, dan ya, kau memutuskan untuk tetap mencintai pasanganmu apa adanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Itu adalah &lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;pilihan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Cinta, suka, ketertarikan datang kepada kita dari kesempatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Tetapi cinta sejati itu adalah sungguh-sungguh suatu pilihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Sebuah &lt;span style="color:#00ffff;"&gt;pilihan&lt;/span&gt; yang kita buat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Berkenaan dengan teman sejiwa atau pasangan hidup, ada sebuah kutipan indah dari seorang bijak :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;"Nasib membawamu untuk bersama, tetapi untuk tetap bersama sampai akhir itu semua tergantung dari dirimu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Saya percaya bahwa teman sejiwa itu benar-benar ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Bahwa ada seseorang khusus diciptakan untukmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Tetapi itu masih tetap tergantung pada dirimu untuk membuat pilihan tersebut, apakah kau akan melakukannya atau tidak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Kita mungkin akan menemukan teman sejati kita dengan kesempatan yang ada, tetapi untuk mencintai dan bersama dengan teman sejiwa kita, itu adalah tetap pilihan kita untuk mewujudkannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Kita datang ke dunia ini bukan untuk mencari seseorang yang sempurna untuk mencintai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sv-SE"&gt;Tetapi untuk belajar, bagaimana mencintai seseorang yang tidak sempurna dengan sempurna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" align="justify" lang="sv-SE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;rewrite by AtMoSpHeRe_1024&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-5467523227485585249?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5467523227485585249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=5467523227485585249&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5467523227485585249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5467523227485585249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/cinta-itu-kesempatan-atau-pilihan.html' title='Cinta itu Kesempatan atau Pilihan ???'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-564972463837559751</id><published>2007-07-17T19:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:49:39.869+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Heart or Logic That Leads?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;font-size:130%;" &gt;Is It Heart or Logic That Leads? God created both. He leads.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satu kalimat yang tertera di sebuah halaman friendster.com dari seorang teman…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;Untuk sesaat pun aku berpikir dan mencoba merefleksi diri. Aku adalah aku dengan akumulasi pilihan dan konsekuensi yang telah aku pilih sebelumnya. Lantas, dengan apa semua pilihan itu aku buat? Apa aku memilih dengan hati selama ini? Kalau iya, akan jadi apa aku kalo aku memilih dengan logika ku? Atau apa aku memilih dengan logika selama ini? Kalau iya, akan jadi seperti apa aku bila memilih dengan hatiku?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;Aku tak pernah tau...dan aku tak perlu tau&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;Yang aku tau, kalimat itu mengajarkan aku sesuatu. Kalo logika dan hati adalah hasil ciptaan DIA yang sering digunakan manusia untuk dasar pilihan mereka, maka seharusnya DIA, sang pencipta logika dan hati itu yang harus menjadi dasar pilihan kita kan?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt; Beri tau aku kalau aku salah!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-564972463837559751?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/564972463837559751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=564972463837559751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/564972463837559751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/564972463837559751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-it-heart-or-logic-that-leads.html' title='Is It Heart or Logic That Leads?'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-6436379295750019058</id><published>2007-07-17T19:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:29:34.584+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilihan – Pilihan Ku</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;Saat semua dalam sebuah pilihan, ntah kenapa semua hal menjadi sulit. Benarkah ada pilihan yang benar dalam segala kondisi? termasuk kondisi yang intens? atau benarkah ada pilihan yang salah? Biar ku beri sebuah contoh,Saat sebuah kenyamanan mulai terusik oleh masalah seorang sahabat, layakkan amarah menjadi jawabnya? Yah, hanya satu yang aku tau benar. Hidup adalah perjalanan penuh pilihan. Pilihan yang benar-benar sulit, pilihan yang cukup untuk membunuh 'jiwa dan pribadi seseorang yang sebenarnya'.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt; Sesaat semuanya seakan direfleksikan terhadapku. Dulu, aku dapat mengambil keputusan tanpa dapat dipengaruhi lingkunganku. Bahkan, aku adalah yang terbaik dalam melakukannya. Ketika aku tersadar, sekarang aku bukanlah aku lagi. Aku mulai terpengaruh rasa 'kekhawatiranku'. Aku mulai menurut pada ketakutanku. Parahnya, Aku mulai kompromi dengan 'keadilanku' dan 'kemauanku'. Akibatnya, hidup dalam pilihan pun menjadi mimpi burukku. Benarkah caraku ini?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt; Ntahlah, benar atau tidak pun seakan tidak penting lagi. Yang aku percaya sekarang adalah aku melakukan sesuatu dengan sungguh (sekalipun salah). Tidak, ini bukan berbicara salah menurut Undang-undang, tapi salah menurut opini publik atau bahkan hanya sebagian orang. Aku hanya bisa mencoba setiap jalan yang berbeda dan akhirnya mengetahui hasil dari setiap jalan tersebut.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify" lang="fi-FI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="fi-FI"&gt;Jangan!! Coba hentikan aku sebentar lagi..Aku ingin merasakan 'jatuh'..Karena pada saat itu aku tau betapa indahnya 'bangun' dari 'kejatuhanku'. Saat itu akan kuceritakan tentang hidup versiku dengan lantang..Entah hidup yang penuh dengan pilihan atau kepastian? &lt;/span&gt;Aku belum atau tak akan pernah tau?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%;" align="justify"&gt;created by AtMoSpHeRe_1024&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-6436379295750019058?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6436379295750019058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=6436379295750019058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/6436379295750019058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/6436379295750019058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/pilihan-pilihan-ku.html' title='Pilihan – Pilihan Ku'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-1107742227141053568</id><published>2007-06-29T15:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:52:11.478+07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Lead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Saya hanya ingin bercerita tentang sesuatu hari ini. Sedikit tentang hidup saya yang luar biasa ini..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Belakangan kehidupan sangatlah tidak menentu, terkadang senang dan untuk beberapa saat kemudian sedih.. Sesaat pada saat berhasil mendapatkan sesuatu yang kita inginkan, kita akan tersenyum dan bersyukur.. Atau parahnya, pada saat kita menginginkan sesuatu barulah mengingat tentang Yang Maha Kuasa..Ah, sungguh tidak adil!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tapi itu yang dilakukan banyak orang termasuk aku di dalamnya..Yah, aku tidak menyangkal!!bahkan mungkin tidak pantas untuk menyangkal.. tapi, setelah aku telusuri jauh dan semakin jauh, sedikit aku menyadari tentang bahwa dalam diri yang tidak tersentuh terdapat perasaan yang memang merindukan Tuhan..tapi entah kenapa perasaan itu selalu dikalahkan dengan keinginan jiwa..Yang akibatnya adalah jatuh bangunnya aku di kehidupan ku..Kekhawatiran ku akan masa depan ku, nilai-nilai ku, dan keselamatanku..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Cukup!!Cukup semua kukatakan pada diriku..aku tidak lagi mau khawatir!!aku tidak lagi mau hidup dalam ketakutan..Sekarang adalah saat aku harus berserah dan berserah ..ya padaNya, Tuhanku Yesus Kristus...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Tuhan..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Ini aku, dengan segala kekurangan ku..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dengan segala dosa ku...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Aku bawa padamu Tuhan...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Ampuni..Sucikan..Layakkan..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Ubah dan sempurnakan Tuhan..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Selalu melalui proses mu..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Setiap hari dan setiap waktu..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Hanya untuk Mu Tuhan..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dalam nama Yesus Kristus Tuhan dan Raja..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Amen..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Jumat, 8 jun -07&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-1107742227141053568?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1107742227141053568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=1107742227141053568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/1107742227141053568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/1107742227141053568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/god-lead.html' title='God Lead'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-5855263097555508114</id><published>2007-06-29T15:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:32:09.398+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahabat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Suatu hari seorang teman menelepon saya. Dia bercerita tentang kisah hidup yang sangat menyakitkan belakangan ini. Dia membawa topik tentang ”Persahabatan”. Intinya permasalahan dia adalah belakangan ini dia merasa ditinggalkan oleh teman-temannya yang dianggap dekat dengannya. Yah, puncaknya dia merasa sangat sendiri di kos dan akhirnya mengetahui fakta bahwa temannya sedang bermain dengan teman baru tanpa mengajaknya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;Dia mulai merasa bahwa persahabatan selama ini tidak berarti apa-apa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Teman saya tersebut membuka topik dengan prolog seperti yang saya tulis di atas. Setelah bercerita, teman saya tersebut mengeluarkan air mata. Yah, ia menangis. Sejenak saya coba menganalisis bagian bahwa ”...persahabatan ini tidak berarti apa-apa”. Hal yang pertama muncul adalah apakah teman yang dianggap sahabat itu juga menganggap ia sahabat?Atau hanya pengakuan dari satu pihak sehingga muncul suatu premis yang salah?Ntahlah. Tapi menurut g tentang apa yang disebut sahabat adalah sebagai berikut :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Sahabat. Bukan sebuah terminologi yang mudah disematkan ke banyak orang. Tapi cukup mudah untuk disebutkan ke banyak orang. Seberapa perlu sih seorang sahabat ada di hidup ini?Buat banyak orang, inti sebuah sahabat adalah &lt;i style=""&gt;take and give&lt;/i&gt;. Kalau dulu mungkin masih benar &lt;i style=""&gt;quote &lt;/i&gt;nya. Tapi sekarang, hal itu sudah tidak relevan lagi. Inti dari seorang sahabat adalah orang yang datang pertama pada saat kita disenangi orang, dan orang yang paling terakhir pergi pada saat kita ditinggalkan orang. Bahkan, mungkin sahabat itu tidak perlu pergi saat kita ditinggalkan orang.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Dari kedua bagian di atas, tampaknya bagian yang paling sulit terealisasi adalah bagian ketika ditinggalkan orang. Banyak orang yang tidak bisa ”&lt;i style=""&gt;stand up for someone else&lt;/i&gt;”. Soalnya, hal ini erat kaitannya dengan pengorbanan (baca : pemberian tanpa pamrih). Pengorbanan berbicara waktu, tenaga, biaya, dll. Di saat seperti ini pasti kita mulai memikirkan kepentingan sendiri. Tidak jarang muncul statement sbb: ”&lt;i style=""&gt;Duh, ni orang curhatnya kok skarang sih?gw khan mao tidur..GRRR” &lt;/i&gt;atau ”&lt;i style=""&gt;Apa lagi sih ini?Minjem duit lagi, bagi pulsa lagi..”.&lt;/i&gt; Terlalu ekstrim? Silakan pembaca sendiri yang menilai. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Intinya, sekalipun ada orang yang bisa memenuhi kriteria ’sahabat’ di atas, ia juga tidak akan menjadikan kita sebagai &lt;i style=""&gt;main priority&lt;/i&gt;nya. Dan itu pasti!! Lihat bagaimana persahabatan mulai memudar ketika menemukan sesuatu yang lebih kuat dari persahabatan, yaitu Cinta. Yah, kalau ini &lt;i style=""&gt;mah &lt;/i&gt;di sinetron juga banyak ditemukan. Atau bahkan di kehidupan nyata sekalipun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Karenanya, saya berpendapat bahwa sahabat yang benar-benar disebut sahabat sangat sulit dicari. Namun, kebutuhan kita akan sosialisasi dengan teman mutlak dibutuhkan. Karenanya, saya cenderung berteman dengan banyak orang tanpa pernah bersahabat. Bukan karena saya takut dikecewain sahabat. Hanya saja, setiap orang bisa dekat dengan yang lain karena kesamaan kebutuhan. Kebutuhan-kebutuhan yang berbeda-beda itulah yang menyatukan suatu kumpulan komunitas. Jadi, perlu ada sahabat kalo teman pun mampu menyediakan ’kebutuhan’ kita tersebut? Hanya kalian yang tahu diri kalian sendiri.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SV"&gt;Untuk seorang TEMAN.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-5855263097555508114?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5855263097555508114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=5855263097555508114&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5855263097555508114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5855263097555508114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/sahabat-ato-sahabat.html' title='Sahabat'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-5239701144699990742</id><published>2007-04-14T20:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:23:57.295+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saatku Pulang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ntah napa..Lagi pengen bersyukur buat semua yang uda terjadi dan yang ada..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Terima Kasih Tuhan buat hidup yang selalu 'terbaik' buat ku ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Terima Kasih Papa..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Sosok yang mengajarkan sebuah kerja keras dan tekad adalah modal awal dalam hidup.. Masih teringat saat Papa menceritakan kehidupan mandiri mu yang tak kenal kata 'menyerah'..Raih mimpimu dengan semangat mu!!Rangkaian kata-kata yang terlintas kuat saat aku tak punya dasar untuk membangun mimpiku..Sekali lagi, Terima Kasih Papa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Terima Kasih Mama..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Wanita satu-satunya yang ada ketika ku beranjak dewasa di keluarga ku..Wanita karir sekaligus Ibu yang hebat bagiku..Sosok yang memberiku pelukan saat kegagalan menerpaku..Yang menemaniku menangis saat kesedihanku.. Juga, yang menemaniku tertawa saat ku memerlukannya.. Bertahan nak.. Semenit lebih lama dari yang lain.. Mulanya aku berpikir ini hanya sebuah quote yang tidak berbeda dengan quote lainnya..Tapi kata-kata itulah yang membuatku bertahan saat aku selangkah lebih dekat dengan kehancuran..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;Terima Kasih untuk kedua orang tua ku..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;Untuk pendidikanku, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;Untuk pertumbuhanku beranjak dewasa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Untuk menjadi orang yang paling kuandalkan..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Kalian mungkin tidak punya harta untuk kehidupanku tapi kalian punya hati yang menghidupkanku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Terima Kasih David..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Abang yang hebat ini yang menjadikan ku orang yang berwawasan.. Rasa sosial ku terbentuk darinya.. Dia memang keras untuk hal yang dibencinya namun itu yang membuatnya berpendirian teguh.. Dia bukan sekedar saudara namun sahabat terbaikku.. Karena dia tak perlu sebuah alasan untuk peduli terhadapku.. Open up your mind!! Mungkin ini hanya sebuah kalimat yang terucap dari pembicaraan kita.. tapi ini adalah sebuah awal bagiku untuk berpikir beda. Kau ajarkan ku melihat dari berbagai cara..juga, ajarkanku mengatasi masalah-masalah ku. Terima Kasih..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Terima Kasih Andre..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Belum pernah ada aku menemukan seorang adik mengajarkan abangnya dengan hebat.. Tapi kau berhasil!! Kau ajarkanku melalui caramu sendiri, melalui kejadian-kejadianmu.. Aku pun sekarang belajar menjadi seorang penasihat dan teladan yang baik untukmu.. terima Kasih telah mendengarnya.. Terima kasih telah mematuhinya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Erghh..Keluarga...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;Tempatku kembali saat aku tak punya tempat untuk pulang...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;Tempatku menemukan cinta dan kasih di tempat yang sama...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;Tempatku menjadi aku tanpa harus merasa risih...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;Dan tempatku menemukan makna hidupku...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;Terima Kasih Tuhan..buat semuanya..buat segalanya..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;Saat mataku tak dapat melihat dan mulutku tak mampu berbicara, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="FI"&gt;ku punya kalian yang mengajarkanku &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;melihat dengan hati serta mendengar dengan arti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="SV"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  lang="SV" &gt;-for the better life-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-5239701144699990742?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5239701144699990742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=5239701144699990742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5239701144699990742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/5239701144699990742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/04/saatku-pulang.html' title='Saatku Pulang..'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-6761961585403008120</id><published>2007-03-07T00:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:15:33.322+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damai Natal Sebuah Ironi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Perang Dunia ke – 2 lagi berkecamuk hebat di tengah musim dingin yang menusuk tulang. Suhu udara mencapai 30 derajat Celcius dibawah nol (bayangin kalo kalo es mulai membeku pada suhu 5 derajat di atas nol). Di perbukitan pedalaman Perancis, tentara Jerman (yang waktu itu dijadikan musuh bersama dengan Hitlernya yang terkenal itu) berhadapan langsung dengan lawannya tentara Amerika, siap dengan senjata yang terisi penuh buat membantai lawan msin-masing. Jarak mereka Cuma beberapa puluh meter saja, dipisahkan sama parti-parit penjagaan yang digali sambil merayap oleh dua pasukan yang sedang berperang. Dua pasukan yang kelelahan , kedinginan dan sudah pasti stress berat itu, sejak beberapa hari sudah saling bantai. Nggak heran, kalo masing-masing mereka harus tega tidur di sisi mayat temannya yang membeku. Udara dingin memang membantu mereka untuk satu hal : mayat-mayat tidak akan membusuk dan menebar ‘kesulitan’ lain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;" lang="SV"&gt;Udara malam kian menusuk dan ketegangan kian memuncak. Tampaknya, tinggal menunggu siapa yang paling nekat buat keluar dari paritnya dan melakukan serangan bunuh diri. Tapi, tunggu!! Tiba-tiba... entah suara dari mana, di hening malam, sayup-sayup terdengar lagu Malam Kudus. Nggak salah lagi. Hari ini adalah malam Natal. Para prajurit yang saling bertikai itu pun bertukar pandang dengan ragu. Perlahan namun pasti, entah kepercayaan diri dari mana, mereka membuang senajata dan keluar dari persembunyian, berdiri tepat di hadapan lawannya. Tentara Amerika kemudian bernyanyi, &lt;i style=""&gt;Silent Night, Holy Night..&lt;/i&gt; dan tentara Jerman ikut melengkapi koor itu dengan bahasa mereka sendiri...&lt;i style=""&gt;Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacth&lt;/i&gt;... Rupanya, malam itu tanggal 24 Desember. Para serdadu yang tadinya buas itu tiba-tiba menjadi ’anak domba’. Mereka saling berangkulan, ngasih ucapan selamat penuh rasa haru bahkan saling tukar makanan kaleng bekal perang dan tentu saja, dengan hikmat menguburkan rekan mereka yang tewas. Nggak ada senjata, nggak ada kebencian. Damai Natal memenuhi udara malam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Lucida Sans Unicode&amp;quot;;" lang="SV"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Keesokan harinya, 25 Desember, dua kubu tersebut merayakan natal bersama dengan bermain sepak bola. Nggak ada kesebelasan Jerman atau kesebelasan Amerika. Mereka berbaur dan membentuk ’tim gabungan’. Mereka bersukaria dan tertawa-tawa sepanjang hari. Sekali lagi, indahnya Damai Natal. Tapi, menjelang malam saat mereka sedang menikmati kelelahan dengan damai, tiba-tiba radio berbunyi. Pasukan masing-masing diperintahkan buat siaga lagi. Secepat kilat prajurit itu kembali meraih senapan tempurnya dan kembali terjun ke parit perlindungan. Mereka kembali berhadapan sebagai musuh yang siap membunuh. Damai Natal tiba-tiba berubah menjadi angkara murka. Sebuah ironi Natal yang terus terjadi dari waktu ke waktu.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3759244457572644656-6761961585403008120?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6761961585403008120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=6761961585403008120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/6761961585403008120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/6761961585403008120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/03/damai-natal-sebuah-ironi.html' title='Damai Natal Sebuah Ironi'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3759244457572644656.post-8576502792858443388</id><published>2007-02-27T22:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T19:47:08.277+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Memulai sesuatu berarti harus siap buat mengakhirinya kelak..&lt;br /&gt;Ntah diiringi tangis atau tawa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayangnya, bagiku kesusahan hari ini haruslah untuk hari ini..&lt;br /&gt;Kesusahan besok masih bisa menunggu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini blog, secara resmi, di buka *dug dug dug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AtMoSpHeRe_1024&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk sesuatu yang aku sebut "hidup yang lebih baik"&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/3759244457572644656-8576502792858443388?l=the-better-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8576502792858443388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3759244457572644656&amp;postID=8576502792858443388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/8576502792858443388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3759244457572644656/posts/default/8576502792858443388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-better-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-heart.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>Gli`AzzuRRo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15595585508475603833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KUH1O8M2OfA/R6VUKJ-0vkI/AAAAAAAAACc/QudNts9S240/S220/27012008(002).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
