<?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-17528834</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:13:35.803+07:00</updated><category term='The Right Approach to Lose Fat'/><category term='convention'/><title type='text'>JinX or JinX?</title><subtitle type='html'>actually jinx means curse, but itz for you to decide whether this would represent a jinx or a blessing instead.     I personally see it as an experience that God uses to teach me to "grow"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7751546332784772475</id><published>2011-10-24T19:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:05:23.682+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is YOUR business Lord!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I experienced God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you surrender your doubt, He will definitely show you the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is not a coincidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I checked everything up, and the truth come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I do next? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was an awkward Friday. My gut tells me something is wrong. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talked to my biz partner, to proof me wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She brought up the matter, to make it clear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Turned out, as it has been told, it's something I no need to be fear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And today, this Monday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;That same feeling come by.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And apparently, there's IS some things that has not been told.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust has been broken, without even spoken.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is your biz Lord. God give me wisdom. Holy Spirit guide me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7751546332784772475?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7751546332784772475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7751546332784772475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7751546332784772475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7751546332784772475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-is-your-business-lord.html' title='This is YOUR business Lord!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-596147837383459500</id><published>2011-09-14T12:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T12:15:19.229+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>trying to reason why I shouldn't blow off today!&lt;br /&gt;like I care if twas a sleepless night.&lt;div&gt;commitment is still a commitment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It involves other people's time also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasted an hour here doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, can be on the phone... But can do it somewhere else, and not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARggggggggggggggggH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*hey am human, can be pissed also!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-596147837383459500?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/596147837383459500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=596147837383459500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/596147837383459500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/596147837383459500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2011/09/sucks.html' title='SUCKS!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-1974140242637979145</id><published>2010-06-24T13:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:29:15.712+07:00</updated><title type='text'>By His Grace vs Live a Responsible Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haven't been writing much for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;Been looking at the past and realized too many sad stories, at least for these past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with a friend pass away on Valentine's day, they assumed leukemia. And then a family friend's son, only 30 something. Hepatitis. Following that, a relative. So my days was from morgue, hospitals, and funerals. Not so pleasant. In between that, got news that my friend's brother got lung cancer because of his heavy smoking habit! He then pass away also end of April. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And just today, read on my cousin's status in face book wrote : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rest in Peace&lt;/span&gt;.... one of her dear friend pass away. I know this particular friend is a breast cancer patient, but I didn't expect it to be this quickly also. So sorry for her family. Got two little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, I understand it's God's way. But I do hope she did all her best to get well and stay healthy : go to the best doctor, take the best supplements, eat only healthy foods, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a friend, who once I did presentation on antioxidant. He said, well my life is all because of His Grace. That's why he will just live a simple life. At that time I couldn't argue with him. Cause at one point, what he said is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, through out this whole 6 months experienced, I learned that, yes I do totally agree that life is a matter of God's grace. Everything is a matter of God's grace. But then we also need to live a responsible life, appreciating that grace He gave us.&lt;br /&gt;Many people assumed that living a responsible life is only by their way of thinking, or acting, or interacting with other. They forgot that live a responsible life, is totally through our LIFE STYLE. Meaning the attitude, the way we think, and ALSO by what we put in our body! Are we eating junk food that will destroy our body...? We should do our best in everything : spiritually, materially, mentally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, are you giving your best to GOD in what you think, how you interact, what you eat?&lt;br /&gt;Start doing it today. Live a responsible life to appreciate His grace! Then you got the ticket to say," I live because of His grace!"&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/17528834-1974140242637979145?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/1974140242637979145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=1974140242637979145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1974140242637979145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1974140242637979145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2010/06/by-his-grace-vs-live-responsible-life.html' title='By His Grace vs Live a Responsible Life'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4782628888940427992</id><published>2010-04-01T19:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:05:16.465+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Memorable Trip! :)</title><content type='html'>I don't quite remembered when that all things started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to spent holidays together in Australia, since a bunch of family friends is now staying there. We did our ticket last year, get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AirAsia&lt;/span&gt; of course and had a good deal.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from just 5 people, now it goes on to a bigger group of 8. Adding Vera, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Merny&lt;/span&gt;, Donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were excited about it, and our friends there were excited also. So already make plans for us... and will prepare everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cut the story short-&lt;br /&gt;We just started to apply our visas early March, and our tickets are for April 3rd to KL, and the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; heading Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;With full confident, we are sure our visas will be granted.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, did we get our visas? Nope!&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the first and second batched who apply, only one was granted. And the funny thing is, she's just tagging along with my sister. Doesn't even know our friends in Australia. Ha ha ha. So apparently, she's the most stressed ones even with visa on her hand.&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to re-apply. Elma, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt; and Ema did it first. Then me, Dody, and Vera did ours.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, another group apply theirs : Ade, Theo, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Henny&lt;/span&gt;. First two had been to Australia before, so there won't be a problem. And also they decided to change sponsor letters to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Justi&lt;/span&gt;. Good for them, cause theirs were approved! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another not so good news came : Elma and Grace&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; were rejected, and Ema - the one who is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nebeng&lt;/span&gt;, was granted! ha ha ha. That girl is not even traveling with us, not even the same departure date. Here we go again. Remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt; than decide to change plans. Just going to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;JKT&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;KUL&lt;/span&gt; tickets, and go back from Singapore instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about us three?&lt;br /&gt;Just then on Wednesday, 31st March, my sister got a call from the embassy, regarding her complaint letter to them about our visas process. They then make appointment to do interviews via the phone for the following day, Thursday Apr 1st [right on April's Fool Day :) ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, around 3-330pm, i got a call from my sister. The options is to wait for our visas n passport until Monday 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, without guarantee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it'll be approved or not.. OR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;with drawl&lt;/span&gt; our visas applications, since we still need the passport if we still want to use our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;JKT&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;KUL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tic&lt;/span&gt;kets on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;So then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;withdrawal&lt;/span&gt; it is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing towards my sis' office, i picked her up, went straight to the embassy. Only 5 minutes before closed, and proudly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;withdrawal&lt;/span&gt; our visa applications, and get our passport back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye Aussie trip. start to plan for our KL and Spore trip! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4782628888940427992?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4782628888940427992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4782628888940427992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4782628888940427992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4782628888940427992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-quite-remembered-when-that-all.html' title='Our Memorable Trip! :)'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3545928663350152701</id><published>2009-09-27T23:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:00:42.244+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ife isn't about us being comfortable in the present..&lt;br /&gt;it's about how us being "comfortable" in the future..  - as in after our time here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's not about being logic.. or being good or bad.. it's way bigger than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3545928663350152701?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3545928663350152701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3545928663350152701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3545928663350152701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3545928663350152701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought.html' title='A Thought'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6815190993526519199</id><published>2009-04-02T23:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:41:06.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ust watched [V] Channel, and they were playing this Jason Mraz song. love the beat.&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though the breezes through trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice piece.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: 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title='Lucky'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-2616842208474136128</id><published>2009-04-01T17:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:01:04.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Laugh On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls Reflects on the Consequences of Adam and Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 7-year-old daughter, Jessica, is a deep thinker when it comes to theological questions. Recently we discussed why bad things happen sometimes, re-reading the story of Adam and Eve and how sin came into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that week, Jessica was ill and had to stay home form school.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling miserable, she told me : "If Adam and Eve hadn't eaten the fruit, I wouldn't be sick." Before I could answer, she added : "Of course, if they didn't eat it, we'd be sitting here naked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah Ames, "Kids of the Kingdom"&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/17528834-2616842208474136128?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/2616842208474136128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=2616842208474136128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2616842208474136128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2616842208474136128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-laugh-on.html' title='To Laugh On'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-1177336170996429688</id><published>2009-03-28T21:12:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:21:57.495+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mrRc8lPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dmMX4DztdUU/s1600-h/400_F_6520097_5qL551Sv8Hx9bXz0qwFxF6RjwembAEa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mrRc8lPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dmMX4DztdUU/s320/400_F_6520097_5qL551Sv8Hx9bXz0qwFxF6RjwembAEa5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318441841064711410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t all started when I decided not to drive today, since I planned to go to Mangga Dua Mall to get my notebook. It's been there since Wednesday. Was supposed to picked it up Friday, but didn't got a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so today's planned was for me to put my stuffs at the office -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got a 4 o'clock meeting later on&lt;/span&gt;. Then, drive my parents to PIM. And I would take TransJakarta to Mangga Dua. I didn't know the route yet, but in my mind, I figured I could just take a bus to Blok M, and then from there I can just hop in TransJakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the thing is, I was late!! From planning to arrived in Mangga Dua early in the morning, it turned out to be heading to mangga dua @ i think already 1130am something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to find out that the TransJakarta has already operated in the PondokIndah area, and there's one heading straight to Harmoni. Perfect! [btw, the architect linked the TJ halt to the mall perfectly. The circulation was very convenient. Makes me more excited.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually feeling a bit of hungry when I was heading the halt. So I decided to get a chocolate bread and Pocary Sweat. Something to eat along the way. [turned out i cant eat on the bus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just starting to check out the route when I've already paid for the tickets. It was heading to Harmoni quite right, but I was thinking that maybe the lane was too long. Probably I will be late for my 4 o'clock appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, the bus started to took off with me inside. I was checking on my watch along the way, calculating my timing. Can I make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a while.. we then arrived in Grogol area, near Universitas Trisakti. The bus kindda make a u-turn. And apparently it was its last stop. Hm. Not Harmoni yet. Isn't its last stop should be Harmoni? I asked the girl next to me, and she confirmed that this is the last stop. Interchange. We need to walk to the other side of the road, and wait for another bus heading harmoni. OK then. Will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking again. and not a fun one.&lt;br /&gt;luckily am just using sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the halt was kindda damped. but it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mrVUPhoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nit7HsFRQXM/s1600-h/400_F_3873730_yzjML3xaFq9tPQzVyNlnsA6C59uaqMAf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mrVUPhoI/AAAAAAAAAbY/nit7HsFRQXM/s320/400_F_3873730_yzjML3xaFq9tPQzVyNlnsA6C59uaqMAf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318441842101945986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally can go into the second bus. It was quite packed. Probably since it's the old one also, with only one exit. thank god we don't have to go through many stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at harmoni don't know at what time. But I do remembered checking on the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is an interchange, so many people, and so many queing. I started to panic when I saw the que. But then I realized it's not heading for kota :) Turned the mangga dua que was not so bad. I started to feel hope again. Haha. Imagine all those effort from PIM, and then I just gotta go back??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't took so long for the bus to arrive. Not so much people, so I got seats. Comfortable. But I was a bit bingung, since this is my first riding TransJakarta to Mangga Dua. And I'm not so familiar with this area. I think i've been there less then 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I asked again to the girl beside me... :)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, you will stop at the end. Walk your way out, then took a &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/asia/southeastasia/indonesia/java/jakarta/gettingaround/mikrolet"&gt;mikrolet&lt;/a&gt; to Mangga Dua Mall"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, okay", I thought, "I know where the last stop is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I asked again.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. u need to go through the underground to go to the other end."&lt;br /&gt;"underground? Uuu..this is new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The design was quite ok. There's a pond in the middle. Places for people to sit also. But it was poorly maintained. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;I just follow the crowds, since the two girls had to go to the rest room. [they provide that facilities also, hopefully it's clean!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving on the road, saw many mikrolets were waiting. Usual scene in jakarta. Amburadul of course. I assume every buses will pass the mall, so I just hopped in, and asked the driver afterward. I was right.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i already asked the girls how much to pay, so I have been preparing my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads looks familiar. I can orientate. I notice that I always heading the other direction the last 2 times i was here. Driving that is. And the last time was Wednesday. I know the building am heading is on my right. So now, I just need to pay attention to the road, and read all the building signage. Good luck with the neck! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily again, it seems to be a short trip only. I found a signage : Mall Mangga Dua, u turn 200m.&lt;br /&gt;Pfuf. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Timing? Don't know. I think sometime between 130-2pm. Coz I remembered thinking Kak Maya will finished work around 2pm. So i know will finished up everything here and will took off latest @ 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off the bus, paid accordingly, heading straight to the stairs to the sky bridge, connecting the two buildings. I was expecting a slump stairs, filled with trashes, becek, etc. Turned out the stairs was clean. I found two men was actually cleaning up. One was wiping the walls with a wet cloth, and the other was sweeping the stairs. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the story short... [a bit late? was long already, and will gonna be along one later on!]&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the store. Handle the recite, and get my notebook. I checked everything. It can operate, but since the re-installed it, all the programs was deleted. And they don't accept installing programs. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to the store where I bought the notebook. It was their vault that makes my notebook crashed, so might as well make them installing all the programs. Smart ha?&lt;br /&gt;The store is only one level above.&lt;br /&gt;I marched myself heading to the store, founding the owner there, and explain the situation. Without hesitation, he agreed to install.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timing? hm. 2pm something i guess.&lt;br /&gt;He start to installing the programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems occur, when I asked him to install CorelDraw.&lt;br /&gt;Before that, he just finished installing anti virus. But already finished with some other main programs.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, an alert sign popped up. VIRUS.&lt;br /&gt;oh mi gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Problems!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to tell, but i was sitting there for i don't know how long. He started to cleaning up all the viruses. But then the alert popped up again. Then he decided to scan. And the scanning process was like ages. OMG! Threat found 15. And then 16, and then 20. Damn. What happened? He said usually since the center didn't accept installing programs, they don't even do anti virus. So probably the flash disk got virus.&lt;br /&gt;Can u believe it? The one place people came to repair their laptops, are the ones who spread the viruses? Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the guy decide to do the re-install again. Since there's too many viruses. ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGH. Already 3am something.&lt;br /&gt;I already texted K'Maya, to let me know if she's leaving her office, heading my office.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the guy, how long would it take to do it all over?&lt;br /&gt;"well, around 45 minutes la" !_!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemes deh gw!&lt;br /&gt;Ok. go for it. I decided to wait, just until K'May text me back, informing me if she's on her way.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stop checking on my watch. I was SO tired. Don't know what to do. I can't take TransJakarta. I already imagine all the queing heading Blok M. It will be packed! What time will I arrived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i got sms from K'May 334pm : K'May baru jalan dari MTA ya.&lt;br /&gt;I know i need to took off immediately. But I didn't. The re-installing looks like it's about to be done. So i waited. And waited.&lt;br /&gt;Then i think 345pm, I decided to just leave the notebook, and pick it up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh. I hated this coming back and forth to this place. I hated the traffic here. But then, i must decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mrMnefzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CeV-7TNUNRU/s1600-h/400_F_1233037_A39W2uIoBhZayLMNtmnf2vnfXZ5Syq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mrMnefzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CeV-7TNUNRU/s320/400_F_1233037_A39W2uIoBhZayLMNtmnf2vnfXZ5Syq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318441839766699826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rush myself to the elevator. Go down stairs. Heading to the lobby, and go outside.&lt;br /&gt;I already decided to took the &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/asia/southeastasia/indonesia/java/jakarta/gettingaround/ojek"&gt;ojek&lt;/a&gt;. Bus is a no go. I will be late if i took the bus. The only way is to use the ojek.&lt;br /&gt;You will be surprised when I asked the price.&lt;br /&gt;The first one said, "40,000!"&lt;br /&gt;Is he crazy?? he's kidding right? I rather took a cab. Full air-con. And it would definitely less then 40,000!&lt;br /&gt;I then bargain with another driver. He asked for 25rb, i go for 20rb.&lt;br /&gt;Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of we go, heading Bendungan Hillir. I was so stressed. My batt is going flat, so I cant call anyone. I can only text. I text Ricky to help accompanying them first, and turned out he's down stairs getting a hair cut. I tried to call some friends, even though every time I dialed, the phone's  started to beep. Battery low. Dion was already in parking lot. Mery is at Senayan City, and Vincent... argggh. That guy with his 5 phones. He didn't answer any of my calls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank u to mr. &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/asia/southeastasia/indonesia/java/jakarta/gettingaround/ojek"&gt;ojek&lt;/a&gt;. I arrived 420. I kept them waiting 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;And remember, i was still using sandals... my shoes was in my bag, already in the office before me hahaha. I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't eaten yet. Lunch properly that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was sitting K'Maya, K'Suz, Shirley, and K'Mayaz friend, Agung. I let them all to get their skin analyze first. While I change my shoes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well. All positive and excited. Nice. I think I did ok with the explaining.&lt;br /&gt;Ricky came almost at the end to helped a bit, but then had to go to attend a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left around 7 something. I was quite happy with today, even with all the rush rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey ends?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene : still @ d office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired. I planned on getting my feet scrub with Lufra, after all the &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/asia/southeastasia/indonesia/java/jakarta/gettingaround/ojek"&gt;ojeks&lt;/a&gt; and flip flops on buses. So i did that. Afterward, put some perenial to my feet. Make it smooth and moist.&lt;br /&gt;The office was empty already. Only two ladies was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I remembered something!&lt;br /&gt;I had no money!! I remembered only having 5000 in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! How should i go back home?&lt;br /&gt;Battery is flat. I was too lazy to do all the charging. [I didn't notice that actually I didn't bring my charger]. And also i remember that today was an &lt;a href="http://nusantaranews.wordpress.com/2009/03/23/earthhour-60-menit-selamatkan-bumi/"&gt;Earth Hour Campaign&lt;/a&gt;: 60 minutes from 830pm-930pm with out electricity. So i wanna be home before all the lights went off, and the city blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a disaster. 3 bags i need to carry, and no enough money to go home. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I was digging through those 3 bags of mine. The Rp5000 is there. I need to find at least another Rp2000, i guess. Well, to karet was usually Rp5000 only with &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/asia/southeastasia/indonesia/java/jakarta/gettingaround/ojek"&gt;OJEK&lt;/a&gt; [again], so heading Kuningan well Rp7000 would be enough.&lt;br /&gt;I did all the digging and scratching.. and finally i found another Rp2000. Pfuih! Am saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then walked happily towards the elevator, heading ground floor, and to the main road, looking for ojek haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mrMnefzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CeV-7TNUNRU/s1600-h/400_F_1233037_A39W2uIoBhZayLMNtmnf2vnfXZ5Syq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mrMnefzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CeV-7TNUNRU/s320/400_F_1233037_A39W2uIoBhZayLMNtmnf2vnfXZ5Syq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318441839766699826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;End of journey?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;Bargain time. Why? the guy wants me to pay him Rp20,000. Kidding me? I just came from Mangga Dua with that price, and now you're asking me to pay 20rb also from here just to Kuningan?? Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "well, that's an apartment"&lt;br /&gt;"SO?? Be reasonable!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I have no choice. I dont have the money pal.&lt;br /&gt;I was calculating again : if that guy asks for Rp20,000 i can only go for half the price. And i cant afford that. So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digging and scratching again in the bag. And the I found my coin pouch! Aha. Miracle. :))&lt;br /&gt;Rp3000  in coins. That's 4 of 500s, and 5 of 200s. Hahaha. I was holding it on my hands, making a fist. Make sure it wont fall off. Since definitely wont put it back inside the bag to be looking for it again later on when i wanna pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked further down, looking for another ojek.&lt;br /&gt;Then i found this bapak, who i think just came from Java. The dialect is still there. And i think still not quite sure where apt. R is. He only knows where Jalan Rasuna Said is, but not the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we settle with the price.&lt;br /&gt;I used his helmet, since I don't want to put more dust on my hair. Like it would help, after the whole day experience. Blowing my hair is a big job you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I explained to him where the apartment is. I just guide him through the ways I usually took.&lt;br /&gt;And then another problem occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that motorcycles aren't allowed to enter the fast lane in Kuningan. And the driver didn't know also.&lt;br /&gt;So, arriving in kuningan, I told him to move to the fast lane coz we need to do a u-turned afterward. When he entered it, suddenly those chips cops showed up.  Not just two, but three! The were doing a u-turned from the other side. Arrgggh.&lt;br /&gt;And one of them, ride besides us, and told the driver to pull aside. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily this driver was dressed neatly, and he's Javanese dialect is quite strong. So the cop immediately notice he's not from Jakarta. I then make a polite excuses, saying that I thought it's ok since its Saturday. And I use the javanesse dialect too. Hahaha. Just to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mi gosh. It will be my vault if this guy will be arrested, so better make sure that's not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police seemed to be in a good mood, also a bit in a hurry. So he let us off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank u mister policeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we don't know how to go to the other side? if its a car, all u need to do, is do a u-turned.&lt;br /&gt;But since motorcycle aren't allowed, then how?&lt;br /&gt;I start to realized why the other driver asked for 40,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapi kan from mangga dua still cheaper. So harusnya he gave me a more reasonable price, not 40rb definitely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided to stop at the bridge connecting Pedurenan and Pasar Festival. I could just cross the jembatan, and WALKED my way to the apartement.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, walk!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, with 3 heavy bags.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, already change to flipflops again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, i paid the guy his money. Of course apologizing for the many coins. Haha. Yes, they're still in my grip, safely. And make my way home. Starting with going up the stairs.. crossing the bridge.. down again. Then walked about i don't know how many km to my tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. Lights still on. No black outs. What happened to the Earth Hour in Apt. Rasuna?&lt;br /&gt;A technology called GenSet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day...Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mqxFaauI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UGkQNZi80Vw/s1600-h/400_F_11789787_puDFUhXsF0n47ZCKH3xCyxbfLRxt3l2i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mqxFaauI/AAAAAAAAAa4/UGkQNZi80Vw/s320/400_F_11789787_puDFUhXsF0n47ZCKH3xCyxbfLRxt3l2i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318441832376068834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-1177336170996429688?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/1177336170996429688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=1177336170996429688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1177336170996429688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1177336170996429688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-all-started-when-i-decided-not-to.html' title='What A Day!!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/Sc7mrRc8lPI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dmMX4DztdUU/s72-c/400_F_6520097_5qL551Sv8Hx9bXz0qwFxF6RjwembAEa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3189937149440446789</id><published>2009-03-10T06:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:02:50.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pre Take Off Scene</title><content type='html'>Everything was settled in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting to get on board.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting and chatting with chaken, who's also heading back to Jakarta after attending Reggie's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they announced that we are ready to get on board.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started to stand and walk for cue.&lt;br /&gt;Vader as usual was always in a hurry. He walked ahead of me, while I still was holding his boarding pass.&lt;br /&gt;The staff just let him pass by. And there's this short bule, don't know from where was standing in front of me, blocking my way, putting her hands blocking the doors. Like she was afraid I want to cut her off.&lt;br /&gt;"Lighten up" i said.&lt;br /&gt;And then she started to preach.&lt;br /&gt;"I was just about to show the guy my dad's pass. Am not cutting you off! So, just lighten up!"&lt;br /&gt;and the boy friend get involved and do all the blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;"oh, what ever!"&lt;br /&gt;The girl keep on battering.. and call me a drama queen! Oh mi gosh!&lt;br /&gt;"shut up, u dwarf!"&lt;br /&gt;well, since she's short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but i was pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3189937149440446789?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3189937149440446789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3189937149440446789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3189937149440446789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3189937149440446789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/pre-take-off-scene.html' title='A Pre Take Off Scene'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6244310205677276365</id><published>2009-03-05T13:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:34:34.818+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curhat Time</title><content type='html'>There's a Science Olympic in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unpatti&lt;/span&gt;, actually in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MIPA&lt;/span&gt; Faculty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Matheis&lt;/span&gt; is one of the committee. So since I'm there, might as well meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, not only meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;matheis&lt;/span&gt;, but also with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Guis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I spend most of my time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Guis&lt;/span&gt;' room, full of air con.&lt;br /&gt;Oh good. Would help a lot for my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;biji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;panas&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;And I need to hear all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;curhat&lt;/span&gt; about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bureaucracy&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Guis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. At least that I can do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-6244310205677276365?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6244310205677276365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6244310205677276365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6244310205677276365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6244310205677276365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/curhat-time.html' title='Curhat Time'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3137475400547733830</id><published>2009-03-05T10:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:24:57.019+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloria's house</title><content type='html'>Making a stop @ Gloria's house. She's supposed to be arriving in Ambon today.&lt;br /&gt;No luck though. She already went to work - in Unpatti. We only met Steef, who also just arrived together with his mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3137475400547733830?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3137475400547733830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3137475400547733830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3137475400547733830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3137475400547733830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/glorias-house.html' title='Gloria&apos;s house'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8114704362920596575</id><published>2009-03-05T10:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:21:15.182+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hange of plans.&lt;br /&gt;Missed communications.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Oom Dezy heading campus, poka.&lt;br /&gt;Vader, Oom Lewa, n bulen heading kantor PU to check their datas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am driving again this time heading Poka. A bit tough since it's steering by power and not the other way around. Ugh. But I can manage. :)&lt;br /&gt;A good experience driving heading out of city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets is still full with banners. Yeap, Caleg banners it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-8114704362920596575?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8114704362920596575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8114704362920596575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8114704362920596575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8114704362920596575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-driving.html' title='Me driving'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-1794703180357991937</id><published>2009-03-05T09:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:43:06.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>Oh. Am late. Supposed to be heading Taman Makmur @830 am. And I'm still at home. Oom Dezy wants to join. Today's plan is drive to Poka with Oom Lewa, to take care of all papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-1794703180357991937?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/1794703180357991937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=1794703180357991937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1794703180357991937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1794703180357991937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-5407113708029233087</id><published>2009-03-04T21:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:09:48.425+07:00</updated><title type='text'>with the Hardjaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yani&lt;/span&gt; and family came and picked me up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TmnMkr&lt;/span&gt; @7 pm. I finally got a chance to meet his wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deasy&lt;/span&gt;, and his three kids.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to have dinner somewhere in town. I don't know where. Just go anywhere but those places that I've visited. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ogah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rugi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make a stop @ the ROCK, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yani's&lt;/span&gt; church.&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly, met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Enny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ririmase&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After SO long! last time I met her is around 1991. After I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a total surprise. She didn't change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Deden's&lt;/span&gt;. Grilled Fish again.. and I ordered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gandaria&lt;/span&gt; again! So damn yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Totally full house on the tummy.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't end there. Need to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;durians&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;So we headed Batu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Meja&lt;/span&gt;. A road full with street vendors selling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;durians&lt;/span&gt; at night. You just need to pick which stack you want.&lt;br /&gt;We did our pick, and sat ourselves on the road. They already provide the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tikar&lt;/span&gt; so we can sit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;comfortably&lt;/span&gt; on the road. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lengkap&lt;/span&gt; with a tent, to prevent us from raining. Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bery&lt;/span&gt; nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-5407113708029233087?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/5407113708029233087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=5407113708029233087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5407113708029233087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5407113708029233087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-hardjaz.html' title='with the Hardjaz'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-9163796495629065206</id><published>2009-03-04T17:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:17:04.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhoods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; did my door to door visit when I arrived in Taman Makmur. Diana was the tour guide. Like I need one. Haha. but it was nice having her, doing all the introductions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turukays, Leiwakabessy, Matruttys.&lt;br /&gt;Meet the whole generations. Just like us in the old days, without all the high tech equipments :)&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i missed the Apa's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-9163796495629065206?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/9163796495629065206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=9163796495629065206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/9163796495629065206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/9163796495629065206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/neighborhoods.html' title='Neighborhoods'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8239951005040866195</id><published>2009-03-04T17:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:09:32.732+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Talk</title><content type='html'>Having milkshake in a don't know what cafe in AY Patty. I really don't know the name. I just remembered it had a banner written Nasi Bebek on it. Hehehe. The banner was to big, so probably cover up the name of the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice talk Cristoph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-8239951005040866195?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8239951005040866195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8239951005040866195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8239951005040866195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8239951005040866195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/serious-talk.html' title='Serious Talk'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-1488124848199335279</id><published>2009-03-04T15:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:53:44.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was glad that Cristoph decide to pick me up at Amboina Plaza. Not because I don't know my way, but this place just seemed strange. Usually this was supposed to be a mall. But now it turned out to be just one old plaza. Liked they've already build a few new ones, and this one is forgotten. Well, it's not as old and as bad as Pasar Senen. But it's as close as ..hmm.. let's see.. Palaguna Bandung? Anyway, I hope they will renovate this building SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the first reason why we went to the Plaza is because Emilia's store was there, together with her sister's. This girl is a total biz n politic lady. She showed me a flyer while I was waiting there. They're helding a picnic gathering for all the Sumateras communities in Ambon, sponsored by one of the caleg. So, it's all for free. Way a go! That's how u gather people.. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-1488124848199335279?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/1488124848199335279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=1488124848199335279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1488124848199335279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1488124848199335279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-glad-that-cristoph-decide-to-pick.html' title=''/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-63188116951332926</id><published>2009-03-04T14:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:36:29.474+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilia's</title><content type='html'>Waiting for Emilia wasn't that tiring, coz I was enjoying the sights in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the old days when I used to walked along this pedestirians. So fun. Highschool was totally fun! I realized that the some shops are no longer there, some seems smaller also. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Emilia came on a rick shaw, with a friend. The friend turned out to be on the run for all this caleg, together with Emil. Wow! Everyone was totally seemed into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to sit on the second floor. I ordered a gandaria juice [AGAIN!]. She had noodles. Twas fun how she shared her experience with all this run for politics. Luckily I'm just a viewer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad called. Meet up in Taman Makmur @6pm. Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-63188116951332926?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/63188116951332926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=63188116951332926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/63188116951332926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/63188116951332926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/emilias.html' title='Emilia&apos;s'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7511334720692327801</id><published>2009-03-04T13:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:42:20.351+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strolling Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ff by bus going down town. Asyik. :)&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how much to pay. Some says rp.2000, another rp.2500. I'll just go with the first one, and if the driver says needs to add, then I'll add la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the route was familiar. Everything looks the same, only a bit of change here and there. Well, it seems difference on the bus though. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I took off right on the intersection on a place used to call Terminal Pelita. Now they've changed it into a park. But too bad there's no supporting facilities, so seems like people don't like to hang out there. Instead it turned to be a public toilet. Ck ck ck. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;I walked my way through the pedestiran. Many shops has changed function into cellphone stores. As I recalled, it used to be more on clothing stores, or material stores. Well maybe it's not profitable now, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First chores, is to exchange those batterays. Luckily the girl remembered me. And off course, I got the : "I told you so" from her. OH-kay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7511334720692327801?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7511334720692327801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7511334720692327801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7511334720692327801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7511334720692327801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/strolling-alone.html' title='Strolling Alone'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-1272519905725863849</id><published>2009-03-04T13:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:37:49.872+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Help for A Reunion</title><content type='html'>I just realized I purchase the wrong batteray for my camera. Silly me. That store girl was right after all! So, I need to go back and do an exchange. Well, am heading down again anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for lunch, try to call Cristoph. Need to get in touch w him soon. No luck. Then called Emilia. Need to know how she's doing with the galvanic n 180 system. So we arrange to meet at her store. No news from vader yet, so at least I do my biz while waitng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristoph texted me finally. He's at the office but willing to meet. He'll call me later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-1272519905725863849?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/1272519905725863849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=1272519905725863849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1272519905725863849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1272519905725863849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-help-for-reunion.html' title='Can&apos;t Help for A Reunion'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-90794984448624277</id><published>2009-03-04T11:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:00:22.953+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Nana :)</title><content type='html'>Heading Taman Makmur with Oom Dezy, but no luck meeting vader there. Only met the Siwabessys, and Diana!!! Finally, after SO long. She's still as chatty as ever. And she told me she got mild strokes. OMG! at such a young age. But good to know that she's better now. Need to watch the diet. Enough with the the chinese fatty meat, gurl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-90794984448624277?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/90794984448624277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=90794984448624277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/90794984448624277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/90794984448624277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/meeting-nana.html' title='Meeting Nana :)'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6211932879891551401</id><published>2009-03-04T09:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:09:40.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do on Wednesday?</title><content type='html'>Done already w all the fun and play day for just a day.&lt;br /&gt;Today supposed to start all the work why I was in town.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vader&lt;/span&gt; to call. Need to know where he is at the moment : still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Poka&lt;/span&gt;, or already heading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makmur&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Well, need to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makmur&lt;/span&gt; anyway, to drop off all the ole2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vader&lt;/span&gt; is there already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-6211932879891551401?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6211932879891551401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6211932879891551401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6211932879891551401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6211932879891551401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-do-on-wednesday.html' title='To Do on Wednesday?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-2210986656110295105</id><published>2009-03-04T00:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:12:44.042+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;eading back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to make a stop at A.Y. Patty St. This used to be street that we liked to hang on during teenagers haha. The streets doesn't look as wide as it used to. Maybe coz we've all grown up now. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;We parked on the other side of the road. And cross the road to go to a small store. I recon this used to be a bakery. We used to called it Amboina bakery. Now they've moved the bakery upstairs, and opened a small supermarket below. Arthur spotted me crossing the zebra cross : "Maya?" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Also I bumped into Christian on they way back to the car. He seemed more chubby now. Makmur kayaknya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-2210986656110295105?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/2210986656110295105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=2210986656110295105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2210986656110295105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2210986656110295105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-bumps.html' title='Another Bumps'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-9177266120660599821</id><published>2009-03-03T22:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:34:28.454+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hours with Ong..</title><content type='html'>Yeap, HOURS!&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to her store after lunch with Marlene and Onny.&lt;br /&gt;We met at 3pm. Sitting at her store. Itz quite a big store, and lots of customers. Hmm.. :)&lt;br /&gt;She made me wait for her for 3 whole hours!!&lt;br /&gt;"I closed only at 6, Maya!"&lt;br /&gt;Oke de.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I'm not that bored. Was fun watching her serving the customers.&lt;br /&gt;I even started by sitting from the most highest chair, and go down to a stool. Not because am bored, but it was pretty hot. And no IM2!! Luckily my phone got connection.. so I can log to facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm my dearest friend start closing her store :) finally!&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, it already started to rain. Heavily. We have no plans. I planned to visited Tethy, but he's being a juror for the Science Olympics at his campus, and will get home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first things first..&lt;br /&gt;my friend need to get home and take a bath. Oh gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh - kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the rick shaw -yipeee..&lt;br /&gt;heading her home.&lt;br /&gt;And the lights were off!! And don't forget it still rains heavily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ong's, I sat there in the living room with a candle on the table, waiting for her to get ready. An old guy -i guess, was sleeping in one of the couch a cross me. He then suddenly sit straight, when he realized he wasn't there alone. Hahaha. Sowwy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took off around 7, by car, and ME driving..&lt;br /&gt;There goes the sightseeing, since gotta pay attention to the traffic. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Went straight for dinner to Sari Kuring something... had ikan again, and juice gandaria again.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had to Tethy's anyway. No where to go gitu lho..&lt;br /&gt;If he's there then he's there. If not, then too bad..&lt;br /&gt;well, can look for ankie. If he's also there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving BatuGantung. No Tethy. Only Reggie. Then go meet the other Tanasale : Ankie n Indah, T'Em, Nona.. the whole bunch!&lt;br /&gt;After small chit chat, head off with Ong and Ankie. Sight seeing around the city, heading south to Taman Makmur, then go back down town.&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 smthing, they dropped me back home, and Ankie took over the wheel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-9177266120660599821?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/9177266120660599821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=9177266120660599821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/9177266120660599821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/9177266120660599821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/hours-with-ong.html' title='Hours with Ong..'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-5485422046167226558</id><published>2009-03-03T14:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:35:46.120+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for the Rights..</title><content type='html'>Arriving at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indosat&lt;/span&gt; office, and trying to get some luck. Fighting my rights to get connected. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently no technician were there, only customer services. They explained that since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;2 hasn't officially launched yet in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ambon&lt;/span&gt;, so the connection won't be that good. If the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GPRS&lt;/span&gt; is strong, then it would be on. So, definitely it would be on and off.&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks,  even though no significant result, the CS girl did her best, even contacting to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Makassar&lt;/span&gt; head office. So helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decide to go and pay a visit to Marlene in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lippo&lt;/span&gt; to had lunch together. Too bad she had her lunch when  we arrived. But we did go out for lunch anyway, since me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Onny&lt;/span&gt; haven't had our lunch yet. I just followed along.&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Istana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Berkat&lt;/span&gt;, a restaurant in neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;Their most fave menu is the Es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Buah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Segar&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, totally recommended! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Onny&lt;/span&gt; ordered me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ikan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bakar&lt;/span&gt; of course, besides the es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;buah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;segar&lt;/span&gt;. And I added juice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;gandaria&lt;/span&gt;, since it's seasoning :) Haven't had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;gandaria&lt;/span&gt; for quite some time. Yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-5485422046167226558?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/5485422046167226558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=5485422046167226558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5485422046167226558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5485422046167226558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/fight-for-rights.html' title='Fight for the Rights..'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4323898952700978515</id><published>2009-03-03T13:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:15:43.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggggh..</title><content type='html'>I was planning to go directly online after unpacking all my stuffs, and tadaaa.. too bad! this damn IM2 can't connect. Uggh. I thought Indosat can already operate in Ambon?? Contacted Onny to find out where the office is. Plan to go there instead for better result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4323898952700978515?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4323898952700978515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4323898952700978515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4323898952700978515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4323898952700978515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/aggggh.html' title='Aggggh..'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4231917305201212688</id><published>2009-03-03T12:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:07:01.533+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back Home...</title><content type='html'>Arriving in ambon after 3 years was quite excited.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't let any of my friends knows that i was coming, so bumping into Ridwan at the airport was quite a suprise also. Haven't seen him for some time. So of course we exchange numbers.&lt;br /&gt;Vader n Oom Dezy picked me up. Vader already left for Ambon earlier since he had to talk in some national seminars on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was for me to stay in Karang Panjang, since vader is still staying at the Ajawaila's since it's near by the Seminar venue.&lt;br /&gt;So, I then left with Oom Dezy, and Vader left with his own ride. We go separate ways when the car reach Wayame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, heading back home, all the streets was filled with lots and lots of banners and posters campaigning for the election. You just named it! There are many familiar faces that I can recon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4231917305201212688?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4231917305201212688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4231917305201212688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4231917305201212688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4231917305201212688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-back-home.html' title='Going Back Home...'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3067134376380170918</id><published>2009-02-25T01:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:30:07.522+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.......[blank].....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the office in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news came from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Jesus name, i pray.. please heal&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving.. and hands was trembling.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna expect another call.&lt;br /&gt;If it's another call, then it's a done.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Jesus name, i claim.. you are the healer&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still driving.. rushing.&lt;br /&gt;calling friends for pray support.&lt;br /&gt;and still trembling.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Jesus name, i pray.. you can works on miracle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the call came.&lt;br /&gt;Never imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Never had the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Always a complete picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was the first lost.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from a complete picture.&lt;br /&gt;Now one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still driving, heading hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Tears came running down the face.&lt;br /&gt;Hands still trembling.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Jesus name, i pray... thank u for everything&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bye t'Annie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luv u much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3067134376380170918?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3067134376380170918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3067134376380170918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3067134376380170918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3067134376380170918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/02/blank.html' title='.......[blank].....'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7850567953387096550</id><published>2009-02-20T10:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:52:29.919+07:00</updated><title type='text'>For YOU To Consider!! YES, YOU!!</title><content type='html'>You don't need to be an expert to do business.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is just to be an expert to in looking for business opportunity that is profitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people thought that Chinese people are the best entrepreneur in the world, but actually they are only the 2ND best.&lt;br /&gt;In the contrary, there's this term in the Philippines about how Chinese people work, is : work till death. But yet, they are still not the best, only the 2ND best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compare to who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Jew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The white colored, Bill Gates people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Warren Buffet group of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, we never heard these group of people would work till their death time. With the Chinese people, they're the ones who is the first who come and open the shop, and would be the last that would lock it. True?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, what went wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that the Chinese is only a good followers. They're just good in following the trend, instead of setting it up. After they jump into the latest trend, they still have the courage to sell the product cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still, what went wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the "work till death" still stay alive in the Chinese working habit? What differentiate them from the other group of people, that doesn't need to work till their last breath, yet are the best entrepreneur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;They didn't let the trend rules over them, instead they set up a trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;No selling commodities products. Only settle for the exclusive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Had the stability from the supplier companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Make sure that the business got a possibilities to run on its own - this would make you as the owner to expand, either wise you'll be tied up and "work to death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There are two types of people:&lt;br /&gt;* work, so you can live.. or&lt;br /&gt;* live, so you can work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;which are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; The Best Timing.&lt;br /&gt;you will jump into mobile business when?&lt;br /&gt;now, when everyone already had their own mobile .. or..&lt;br /&gt;20 years ago, when you need to educate people on how to operate the mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby Boomers [born 1946-1964] are the best target market in the history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Iaccoca, the ex president for Ford Company already done his home work. He knows how the trend works if it provided what the baby boomers need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960s &lt;/span&gt;- Ford launched the Mustang series. It wasn't the best car, but it was trend those days. Why? Because Mr. Iaccoca knows what the baby boomers who already turned into teenagers wants : flamboyant, noisy car. He provided it for them, even not with the best engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980s&lt;/span&gt; - Ford then came out with a mini-van. Why? Baby boomers now need bigger cars for their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, Ford company was twice boomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in marketing, you will always look for the product that have a WOW factor!&lt;br /&gt;For example, the you can see the effect after using the product in 12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the chance to work for 5 years and then retired, instead of 40 years, would you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95% populations at the age of 60 years will be : dead or dead broke.&lt;br /&gt;Which one will you be? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only&lt;/span&gt; 1% will retired wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What about JOB SECURITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Citibank - world record making 2ND largest job cut in the world. Firing 52000 or 53000 employees (17 Nov 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay offs : Merill Lynch Singapore (22 Oct 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DBS cuts 900 jobs in 1ST mass layoffs since 2001 (7 Nov 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Textile may force 120,000 layoffs (23 Oct 2008 - The Jakarta Post)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indonesia braces for mass layoffs (25 Oct 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indonesia workers facing massive layoffs (26 Nov 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you still see your job is secure?&lt;br /&gt;We used to think that the CitiBank group is the most secure one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We need to start our own business NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT because you needed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT because you STILL haven't need it YET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I say again, which number of group are you : 1% or the 95%?&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;Is what you are doing now, the same with what most of the people doing?&lt;br /&gt;If so, then ...Congratulations! You'll be in the 95% group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is your Retirement Path?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;age 25 - 35 : work and get salary&lt;br /&gt;age 35 - 45 : start doing savings&lt;br /&gt;age 45 - 55 : starting to build assets&lt;br /&gt;age 55 - 60 : thinking to retired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is total good deal, if it all works as planned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what r your current situation now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you LIKE TO work forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you HAVE TO work forever? or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does it seems like you are GOING TO work forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have two choices: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work Hard or Work Smart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work Hard&lt;/span&gt; 25-65 years, to get USD 50,000/month, but only last when we keep ON working hard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'd rather have 1% of the effort of 100 men than 100% of my own effort."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.articlesbase.com/self-improvement-articles/14-j-paul-getty-quotes-to-celebrate-the-birth-of-an-american-success-story-282228.html"&gt; J.Pa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.articlesbase.com/self-improvement-articles/14-j-paul-getty-quotes-to-celebrate-the-birth-of-an-american-success-story-282228.html"&gt;ul Getty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How about McDonald's? = 25000 outlets (gets 3% each)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;means earns USD 1,000,000 per DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is WORKing SMART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of having the biggest store in the world, and then must hire someone to monitor everything!&lt;/blockquote&gt;What is the situation of your office now?&lt;br /&gt;Do they produce millionaire?&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's your chance also in becoming a millionaire, and still working FOR them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There is no other job security, unless you are an entrepreneur!"&lt;br /&gt;- Lee Kuan Yew, ex. Prime Minister of Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tic... Tic.. Tic.. Tic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sandy Martinez's Business Opportunity Sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Chinese Filipino successful biz man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7850567953387096550?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7850567953387096550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7850567953387096550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7850567953387096550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7850567953387096550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-you-to-consider.html' title='For YOU To Consider!! YES, YOU!!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4383777863598841167</id><published>2009-02-15T23:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:28:39.907+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nce I read on a friend's status in facebook... complaining about negative people. I smiled when i read it, but I truly understand how she felt.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that nowadays, i found myself surrounded by many negative people. I don't know. Is it them who suddenly turned out to be negative instantly, or is it me who has changed in my way of thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have several cases about friends who's not just negative... but they're always complaining and complaining but never do anything about it. Worse, if you gave out solutions, the best thing they can say is, "well, that's not for me.." or "... I can't do that..." without even try!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i have the best solutions to face people like this. Let me get this right first. I already do my part to listen and gave solutions. But, if this doesn't work... well... the most common thing I do is just be a good friend. Listen to their complains, and... switch to another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I need to had another same complaining moment with those people again, I won't stand it. You know, listen to negative people actually will exhausted you, you know..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;You try it out! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4383777863598841167?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4383777863598841167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4383777863598841167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4383777863598841167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4383777863598841167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/02/switch-it.html' title='Switch It!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-1455915585696091397</id><published>2009-02-03T18:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:48:07.942+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Right Approach to Lose Fat'/><title type='text'>After 5 Months It Still Works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SYooF4L_QEI/AAAAAAAAAag/XLXLo2Q97mk/s1600-h/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SYooF4L_QEI/AAAAAAAAAag/XLXLo2Q97mk/s320/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299091993001934914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he last time I weigh myself was like exactly after I finished the fat lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TRA&lt;/span&gt; Program. Ever since, it never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occur&lt;/span&gt; to me to do another measurement. Time goes by, wedding parties, birthday parties, Christmas, and then New Year, and then family gathering, and then it goes on and on and on.. until I have no courage it all to do measurements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was thinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;, am gaining weight! Even though all the outfits seems to be still a bit oversize after the program. If I do measure, then I would now how much I weigh, what percentage of body fat I gain, and the increment of the body age. Hell, I don't wanna know. Not because that I care so much about it, but when I meet clients, and they ask my numbers.. I can't lie to them! I am hundred percent sure that I blew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, in the office... I suddenly was curious on my numbers. My biz partner, Ricky, he was sharing that he is doing this new commitment, to do measurement every early of the month. He then go to the scale, and start measuring himself. I then got the courage to do the same. And I was quite surprised!! My numbers is not increasing at all. Seems like I'm still losing weight. Then I remember once another biz partner shared after she start doing the program. The products will still work on us for another 6 months, after we stopped using it. WOW! This is really true! I reached the number 56,8 kg. A number I never had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; time ago. Probably when I was in junior high! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared this with Ricky, and he was also amazed. Then he encourage me to do measurement every month. I was like.. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aaah&lt;/span&gt;.. no. Then it's not excited anymore to see the numbers since we regularly monitored it.." And he says, that it's not for us to see the numbers. But simply for us to see on how we maintain ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. I thought, that was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-1455915585696091397?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/1455915585696091397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=1455915585696091397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1455915585696091397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1455915585696091397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/02/after-5-months-it-still-works.html' title='After 5 Months It Still Works!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SYooF4L_QEI/AAAAAAAAAag/XLXLo2Q97mk/s72-c/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7097868005234405487</id><published>2009-01-24T03:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:42:15.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajaj oh Bajaj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SYoXN05op-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/NOP7EsqyHM8/s1600-h/400_F_4028797_887iSd0Gd4nAvU3SSamywB2LjLx8ZTKX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SYoXN05op-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/NOP7EsqyHM8/s320/400_F_4028797_887iSd0Gd4nAvU3SSamywB2LjLx8ZTKX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299073437860931554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...Only God and bajaj drivers knows.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ver heard of this sentence? Well, it's quite famous here in Jakarta. Personally, I never had any close experience with this. I am only very familiar with that sentence, heard from friends or relatives complaining. Actually I used to like to go by bajaj, even though it's very very noisy, to the level of category "sound pollution".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday, no traffic at all, and this is in Menteng, a residence area.&lt;br /&gt;I was heading back to the apartment, after dropping of my mom and sister. And there is this bajaj who's riding just in front of me. The driver just drove the vehicle very casual, changing lanes from left to right, and again left to right. Seems like it's trying to take over another sedan in front of it, I thought. As usual, I can see that all the sign lights, or break lights, or whatever lights are working on the bajaj. So, I was just driving normally. And then suddenly, it goes a bit to the left, and make a u turn!! Remember: I can't see any break lights, or whatever signal! Damn it! Instantly, I step on the break. I almost hit that bajaj.&lt;br /&gt;But, as usual, the bajaj just stroll away on the other road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, I thought..&lt;br /&gt;"wow, so this what they said : only God and the bajaj drivers know, where they are heading.." Am experiencing it NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all the ones who's riding behind the bajaj!&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/17528834-7097868005234405487?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7097868005234405487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7097868005234405487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7097868005234405487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7097868005234405487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2009/01/bajaj-oh-bajaj.html' title='Bajaj oh Bajaj'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SYoXN05op-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/NOP7EsqyHM8/s72-c/400_F_4028797_887iSd0Gd4nAvU3SSamywB2LjLx8ZTKX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6094158175959335653</id><published>2008-12-06T23:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:17:04.451+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach it is!!</title><content type='html'>When people asked me, what do I like most: beaches, or mountains?&lt;br /&gt;Usually I said mountains, since I assumed am a beach girl. My back yard is the beach.. so I thought, beaches won't be something special any longer. Coz I've been living with it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;So, that's why, I usually said mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out just now, after facebook-ing. Adding one applications, and they give you quiz to answers. One of the questions make me realize that I do miss the smell of the salt beach water. I still love it. Or maybe because I haven't catch the small often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from now.. beach it is!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-6094158175959335653?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6094158175959335653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6094158175959335653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6094158175959335653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6094158175959335653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/12/beach-it-is.html' title='Beach it is!!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3952619572248806096</id><published>2008-12-03T23:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:58:18.608+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wednesday Journey</title><content type='html'>On SMS with Marci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M : May, ntr jd kan? Ketemuan dimana? betha ada meeting jam 6 di Tendean, tp paling bentar doang kok.&lt;br /&gt;V : Jadi dong. Enaknya dimana ya? Kalo ga di Blok M, or Pacific Place. Gmn?&lt;br /&gt;M : Eh, gw pake motor may. Jd ntr abis meeting, pulang dulu ke Depok ambil mobil. Kalo ketemu di Margonda aja gimana May?&lt;br /&gt;V : Aduh, jauh amat. Zn ada other choices ya?&lt;br /&gt;M : Soalnya b kalo balik lagi, macet May.&lt;/blockquote&gt;HAH? gubrak! panic attack! You got to be kidding?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't reply his last sms. Ok, am tagging along, but doesn't mean I have to go through all this effort just to have some ikang bakar, kohu2, n papeda. Ough-ough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On SMS with Febiola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V : Neng, mo jalan berapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F : Jam 5 jalan dari antasari May. Skrg masi di kantor Pancoran, tp bentar lagi jalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V : Ha? cepet bener! Gw jd ikut lu bsa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no reply from F.&lt;br /&gt;[me thinking hard MODE : ON]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts dialing Grace's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G : Hi May, sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[opens with a "sorry" isn't a good sign]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G continues : betha zn bsa pi - i knew it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G : betha pung anak besok ulangan, n dia zn akan belajar klo b zn ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V : yaaah, emg zn bsa ditinggal ya Grace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G : zn bsa May, soalnya ulangannya ada 2 pelajaran. Kalo 1 doang sih, gw bablas aja. Padahal betha pengen banget ni.. Mana udh janji Benny lagi, ga enak ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V : yah, jd zn bsa ni ya Grace? kasian juga ya Benny.. -besides that, I also wanna nebeng if possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G : Iya, zn bsa May. Salam aja ya bwt yang laen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V : Ok. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end with no prospect at all going with Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent another text to Marci..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V : Kalo ketemu di Citos gmn Ci? Kan deket, n berlawanan arah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M : Wah, gw baliknya kejauhan May. Macet lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;O-oh. Now what? I promised Benny, I'll come.&lt;br /&gt;Already 5pm something. Neneng must have left, heading to Benny's place. Of course no luck in joining her. Might as well go back to the apt., and we'll see la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;530 pm-an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;M : May, klo ketemuannya di Tj.Barat gimana? Biar sama2 di tengah.&lt;br /&gt;V : Bole bgt. Kalo disitu b tau. Itu terusannya wrg buncit kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then I decided to call him instead.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the decision was, he's gonna pick me up @ the nearest TransJakarta halt. I can start moving when he has the car with him. Let him wait for me, instead of me waiting for him. Good Call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened when I was already heading back to the apt. I can leave the car there. Later can take the shuttle, and change to TransJakarta, heading Lenteng Agung halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Marci, I texted Fanry, asking whether he still wanna join us or not. It's only 6pm now. Marci said he's meeting will start @ 6, so I thought Fanry will have time to come to the apt., parked his motorcycle and together go to the meeting point. He can't join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;630pm - assuming meeting has finished already, since Marci said, it will on be awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm - still no news. he said he'll call me when he's about to start, so I can move also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;715 pm - I text him : marci, gw jalan skrg aja ya? takut macet. Lu udh nyampe rmh/belom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;730 pm - I go down and fetch the shuttle bus. Too bad, it stops operate 730pm. Damned! I then took ojek instead to the main road. Hm.. should I head Lenteng Agung straight away, or wait? Decided then to wait @ MMC hospital, since it's convenient, instead of waiting @ pasar festival. At least there, I got free chairs to sit, and everyone there is queing to get their medicine. No one will bother me. Smart or what? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 pm - A few times already tried to contact marci. Always busy tone on both number. Started to worried. What if something happened? he is on a motorcycle, anything could happened! Begin to wrote an sms to Imelda. Before sent, then tried to call again. Luckily this time, it's rangs! but no one picked up. I then tried to call the other #. A-ha! Someone picked up this time, and it's Marci!&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry May, I'm still stuck in this meeting. My friend is sick, and he hand over all his assignment for me to handle. How?"&lt;br /&gt;OK. No problem. We'll see. I'll sms Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialing Benny's number. Neneng answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vm : Neng, bad news. Marci is still stuck in a meeting.  So, we can't go yet. How?&lt;br /&gt;F : Ok. No worries. We'll wait. I came with my husband, so no need to be @ home on 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Vm : Ok. I'll tell him.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dialing Vera's #&lt;br /&gt;Vm : Ver, where are u?&lt;br /&gt;V : Otw home, @ ___ [forgot!]&lt;br /&gt;Vm : Can u go w me to Benny's? Marci is still stuck in a meeting. Worse to worse, I'll drive la.&lt;br /&gt;V : Ok. But am still far away. Need an 45" to an hour to arrive there.&lt;br /&gt;Vm : So long?&lt;br /&gt;V : cawang macet.&lt;br /&gt;Vm : Ok. let me know later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting Marci:&lt;br /&gt;Ci, kata neneng, ga papa. Ntr ditungguin. Tapi betha jua su sms Vera. Ntr b pi sendiri deng dia jua. Zn papa, ntr b nyetir aja deh ke Cimanggis. Tapi ntr Marci kabarin juga klo su kelar meeting, ok?&lt;br /&gt;delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting Vera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Vm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;Ver&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;su&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sampe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mana&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? Ada &lt;/span&gt;pulsa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;zn&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V : Ada, &lt;/span&gt;tp&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;batteray&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; low. Meeting point &lt;/span&gt;dimana&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;cepat&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;su&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sekarat&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Phone rang. Marci calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"gimana May? Jadi pegi deng Vera, or mo bareng?&lt;br /&gt;"Vera sih su otw."&lt;br /&gt;"Maya mo bawa mobil? Kalo gitu, ketemu di Dunkin donuts aja di Tj Barat. Ntr kita confoi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ok. Ntr b kabarin ya. Lu balik aja dulu skrg, ambil mobil"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On SMS to Vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vm : Gimana kalo ntr gw jemput di perempatan Kuningan - Gatsu. Afterwards kita pake taxi ketemu Marci di Tj.Barat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;830pm&lt;br /&gt;V : Jalan skrg ya. 15" lagi nyampe. Tgu di halte Depnaker - Gatsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On SMS to Marci.&lt;br /&gt;Ci, gw ga bawa mobil ga papa ya? Skrg jemput Vera trs kta pake taxi ketemu Marci di Tj. Barat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While SMS ing, I rushed myself out of the hospital, and grab the first "harga bawah" cab. [cheaper it is!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marci on the phone. Me heading Depnaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"May, jadinya gmn?"&lt;br /&gt;"Am in the cab. But don't know where Depnaker is!"&lt;br /&gt;"Itz on this side, after this building. Why don't u guys take a cab to the nearest transjakarta halt, and took the bus instead. Cheaper. I'll be waiting there, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Apparently, that building is not far at all. Only around the corner, after Kuningan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on SMS to Vera.&lt;br /&gt;Am here already. Where r u? Am on the other side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;945pm - Am coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am assuming, she'll be coming down the jembatan penyeberangan. So my heads was always looking above, searching for vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone rang. Vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V : Where are u?&lt;br /&gt;Vm : Inside the cab. Where r u?&lt;br /&gt;V : Here. Behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Vm : So, get in. We're heading Lenteng Agung.&lt;br /&gt;V : You're the one that need to get out of the cab. Am parked right behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Vm : Oh, you're driving? haha. didn't now that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly us. image if i decided to drive to Cimanggis also. There will be 3 cars!! SOO unefective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, need to text Marci.&lt;br /&gt;Ci, ternyata Vera bawa mobil. Hahaha. Ale berangkat sendiri jua e? Kta ketemu di pintu exit tol Cimanggis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone rang. Marci.&lt;br /&gt;"Kalian lewat mana? B zn tau alamatnya"&lt;br /&gt;"Riverside something. Ntr gw sms alamatnya deh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS Benny.&lt;br /&gt;Ben, su otw with Vera. Keluar tol nya sblm Cibubur or ssdh? SMS aja ya, tp detail.&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep. 1 new message. Benny.&lt;br /&gt;Tol Cimanggis sesudah tol Cibubur. After Bayar ntr belok kanan. 500 m masuk terowongan, ikut aja. Ntr di sebelah kanan ada Riverside. Cari Riverside 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep. 1 new message. Marci.&lt;br /&gt;May, piye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then forward Benny's sms to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the story short.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived 930 something pm.&lt;br /&gt;Neneng said, she started from sitting straight, selonjoran, and finally half sleeping on the couch. Poor girl. But she was happy to see us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, Marci arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Then latest group was Any Parura, with husband Chris, daughter Stephannie, and her mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate and chat.. and took pics of course -that will soon be uploaded to facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;Went home @ 11 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3952619572248806096?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3952619572248806096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3952619572248806096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3952619572248806096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3952619572248806096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wednesday-journey.html' title='My Wednesday Journey'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7041368691306566013</id><published>2008-12-03T16:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:31:32.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It started..</title><content type='html'>Marci just text and confirming tonight's gathering. We planned to go together, since none of us knows Benny's house. He's gonna drive. Great! :)&lt;br /&gt;I just need to meet him somewhere. We'll discuss it later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7041368691306566013?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7041368691306566013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7041368691306566013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7041368691306566013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7041368691306566013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-started.html' title='It started..'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3851556637961823449</id><published>2008-12-03T06:39:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:27:46.712+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Month!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/STXQhPUQPxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YT7zP1XSfqY/s1600-h/n1665364780_22697_6593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/STXQhPUQPxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YT7zP1XSfqY/s320/n1665364780_22697_6593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275351808000147218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wake up pretty early this morning.. around 3 something pm,&lt;br /&gt;and can't sleep since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start facebooking, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Met a new friend in facebook, my junior in highschool, and apparently part of my church congregation here in Jakarta. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am still awake till now, in the new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister starts playing Christmas songs CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;".. Fall on your knees.&lt;br /&gt;Oh hear, the angels voices&lt;br /&gt;Oh night ... divine&lt;br /&gt;Oh night... when Christ was born&lt;br /&gt;Oh night.. Oh holy night&lt;br /&gt;Oh night.. Oh night divine..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I realized, it's Christmas season already!!&lt;br /&gt;Yippeee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3851556637961823449?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3851556637961823449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3851556637961823449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3851556637961823449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3851556637961823449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-month.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Month!!!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/STXQhPUQPxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YT7zP1XSfqY/s72-c/n1665364780_22697_6593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7617688634729352023</id><published>2008-12-02T10:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:05:25.998+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inviting</title><content type='html'>O-oh. I need to text my high school friends, informing our dinner party tomorrow night @ Benny's place.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Who to contact ya? Well, let me start by posting it first on our mailing list, then start texting anyone who has not joined yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi all,&lt;br /&gt;tgl 3 desember siapa yg mo ikutan makan2 ambon2an di tempat Benny aftr office hour?   rumahnya di Cimanggis.. pulang kantor nya Teng Go aja biar sampe capat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please ngacung, mo itung peserta..&lt;br /&gt;sms aja ya.. pertanyaan di tampung, ntr dijawab beserta details alamat, posting via email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danke laiii..&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, how does it sounds? just ok right?&lt;br /&gt;well, now I need to text some more friends. [me starting to head counts]&lt;br /&gt;Ok then. Done for today ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7617688634729352023?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7617688634729352023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7617688634729352023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7617688634729352023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7617688634729352023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/12/inviting.html' title='Inviting'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-9185474324142392418</id><published>2008-11-30T22:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:03:47.814+07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/STLVJEeJMlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PixQsJEgCpc/s1600-h/400_F_7998595_jUgWYnZb6w955B7YMTmCAxHS7QbOfPtE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/STLVJEeJMlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PixQsJEgCpc/s320/400_F_7998595_jUgWYnZb6w955B7YMTmCAxHS7QbOfPtE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274512465399984722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aduh, tired juga ni pindahan. Padahal I actually did nyicil my stuffs already. Most of my stuffs I piled them up at home first. At least I need to get all the belongings out of the room. Later on I will sorteeren everything up.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not what my sista was thinking. She goes slow with the packing. And then finally, the last day, even most of the stuffs has been moved out, there are still some in the room. And STILL she planned to leave it there and take care of them the following day. WHICH MEANS... I'll be the one who's gonna pick all the left overs. Oh-No, won't let that happened! Tidy everything up, and leave nothing... only the cupboards, since it's going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, already at the new place tonight. Even everything is still scatered around, at least all the stuffs are here.&lt;br /&gt;I was very tired before, since I've just finished the BBBS Xmas event with the orphans a few hours ago. But now, am still wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. As long as I can connect, am ok :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-9185474324142392418?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/9185474324142392418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=9185474324142392418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/9185474324142392418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/9185474324142392418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-moving.html' title='We Are Moving'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/STLVJEeJMlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PixQsJEgCpc/s72-c/400_F_7998595_jUgWYnZb6w955B7YMTmCAxHS7QbOfPtE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8758892496926082343</id><published>2008-11-18T15:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:40:53.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ever Judge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as home the other day, cos headache.&lt;br /&gt;Browsing TV, looking for something nice to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly bumped into one reality show in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SCTV&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pacar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pertama&lt;/span&gt;".. It has started already, so I just started figuring out what this show is about along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it's about girls/boys who wants to be connected to their old boyfriend or girl friend. I tried to google more about this show, so you can read &lt;a href="http://www.sctv.co.id/view.php?190,15028,,,1219402654"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I've already watched it halfway, I don't know what really happened at the beginning. But I assumed, it's just as simple as this girl is trying to get connected to her past boy friend. I forgot the girl's name, but I remember the guy's name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like this girl and the PP crew has been looking around for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt; for quite some time. The scene I saw is that they found him at his dorm (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;huis&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt; didn't look happy when he saw his "girl friend" came along with a bunch of camera and two stranger -which is the hosts. He seemed quite pissed, and tried to avoid this girl. They kept asking him to go along and have a date with this girl, since she's been trying to look for him for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he said yes -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe just to let them get off his back&lt;/span&gt;, and make another arrangement to meet up again on the same place, another day or the following day (forgot!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular day, the girl went with the crew to meet up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt;. Imagining that they will have a nice date, with the camera tagging along -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; But what happened was totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; they arrived at his place, a big muscle guy was standing by in front of the door. Seems like he's guarding the door. He then stopped them when they tried to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who are you looking for?" he asked with a strong voice.&lt;br /&gt;"We are here to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt;. Is he here?" the girl asked.&lt;br /&gt;"He is not here. I've been waiting for him since morning!!" he almost shouted to them. "Do you know where he is?" he then asked again.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, we don't know. We're supposed to meet up here." one of the hosts answer. "We're from a reality TV show."&lt;br /&gt;"OK. If  you meet him, tell him I'm looking for him!!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, but if I may asked, what is it about? and who are we talking with? Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; we meet him." asked the host.&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell him, I'm looking for him (he mentioned his name). It's a personal matter!" the guy said.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then, all the TV crew plus the girl, half running took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car they start discussing about what just happened. It was clear, that the guy is a debt collector. The hosts try to put some senses on this girl, since apparently this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt; is a person with problems. You don't wanna hang out with guys like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the girl's cell rang. Was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;He then suggested her to meet up with him in another place, which the girl new already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they drove up there.&lt;br /&gt;They saw a guy from a far, waiting recklessly. Wearing jackets, and hats on. Like he don't want anyone to recognize him. Like he's running from something.&lt;br /&gt;The girl then approach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What happened? Why are you acting like this? Why is that guy looking for you?"&lt;br /&gt;she asked him all this questions.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in trouble, so I suggest you don't meet me anymore. I don't want to drag you into my problems. So, now you leave me alone. Please stop following me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;stunned&lt;/span&gt;. Don't know what to do. The girl apparently was shocked. She started to cry, and still questioning all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Heru's&lt;/span&gt; actions.&lt;br /&gt;The guy host suggested her to just do what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt; said. "It's a guy thing. If he already told you so, you might as well do so. Apparently he don't want to put you in trouble. So, why not respect that?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when they saw him get into a cab, they decided to follow along.&lt;br /&gt;He stopped at a pharmacy shop or a lab, asked the driver to wait, came out with a bag of probably medicine. Then the cab strolled again to another place. This time, it's a cafe. He got out, paid the cab. When he approached the cafe, a lady -looks older, was waiting. They kissed each other on the cheek. And then enter the cafe. This is broad day light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stalker in the other car was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;stunned&lt;/span&gt;. Seems like they don't know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;"Is that his aunt?" asked the girl.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't think so.. they won't act like that if it's aunt-nephew." said the girl host.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; then, I think we should just barge in there. Are you ready for this?" asked the guy. "You got to be ready, no matter what!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!" said the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they parked the car, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;stroll&lt;/span&gt; in with all the cameras.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, they found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt; and the lady, in the corner, intimating.&lt;br /&gt;The lady was shocked, with all the cameras recording her. She stood up,  "You set me up??!" and then she gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt; a slap, and left him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt;, on the other hand was also shocked. He didn't realize this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here? Told you not to follow me?"&lt;br /&gt;He was screaming towards his girl friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was screaming also in his face, "What are you doing here? Who are you? Are you her pimp or mistress, or whatever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt; then just walked away, exiting the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;The girl, not satisfied getting no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; from him, tagging along from behind. Hammering him with all this questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in the parking lot, maybe he couldn't stand it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;He was half screaming at the girl's face ,&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm a pimp! Yes' I'm a mistress! Are you happy now?? Thank you for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;humiliating&lt;/span&gt; me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; was shocked. Crying. Still screaming for answers.&lt;br /&gt;"Why this.. " and "Why that.. " came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you happy now? Satisfied??! I have ALL my reasons! But you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;humiliate&lt;/span&gt; me. Why can't you just leave me alone? I have all my reasons!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was about to leave, but the host guy approached him.&lt;br /&gt;"We are very sorry for what happened. But you see, this girl cares so much for you. She goes through everything just to find you. You said you have your reason, right? Why don't you explain to her? She said she's willing to help.. Just try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK. If you wanna know my reason, you come with me now to the hospital" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all agreed, and all in the same car, heading towards a clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Heru&lt;/span&gt; lead them to a room, that has a "Recovery Room" signage on the door.&lt;br /&gt;Inside, we all can see a girl, lying unconscious. Many tubes were attached to her body.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the reason, why I did all that." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;heru&lt;/span&gt; starts to explain, "This is my little sister. She had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;kidney&lt;/span&gt; failure. She needs to come every 2 weeks. She's all I have now, it's only me and her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was shocked. Including me.&lt;br /&gt;What a struggle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-8758892496926082343?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8758892496926082343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8758892496926082343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8758892496926082343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8758892496926082343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-judge.html' title='Never Ever Judge!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6099966758983683184</id><published>2008-11-07T08:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:44:18.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Attitude, My Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;as listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HardRock&lt;/span&gt; FM on the way back after dropping my dad for his general check ups @ the hospital and got interested to the topic they're discussing.&lt;br /&gt;It was whether you will be more attractive towards people that can speak other languages especially English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna write in Indonesian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gimana&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Lu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kelihatan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;keren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kalo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ngomong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ciz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Masa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make everything clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Alasan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;utama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nulis&lt;/span&gt; blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bahasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;krn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;pengen&lt;/span&gt; blog-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dibaca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;oleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;semua&lt;/span&gt; org, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;tidak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;terbatas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;temen&lt;/span&gt;2 yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;berbahasa&lt;/span&gt; Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Jadi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;bener&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attracted - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;pinjam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;istilahnya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;penyiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt; org yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;jago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Bener&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; PD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;kalo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;contoh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;seandainya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;laki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;tampang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;biasa&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;aja&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;tp&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;satu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;jago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;... para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;wanita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;milih&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;jago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;. Ga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;peduli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;tampang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;siaran&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;itu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;pembicara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;tamu&lt;/span&gt;, Patrick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;siapaaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;gitu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98"&gt;Kayaknya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100"&gt;bukan&lt;/span&gt; org Indonesia. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101"&gt;Trs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103"&gt;bilang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104"&gt;gini&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;, if it's true, then that means I got a huge market here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_106"&gt;Ih&lt;/span&gt;, males &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_107"&gt;bgt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_108"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_109"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_110"&gt;Ayo&lt;/span&gt; dong people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_111"&gt;jangan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_112"&gt;bikin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_113"&gt;bule&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_114"&gt;itu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_115"&gt;GeEr&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_116"&gt;Kalo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_117"&gt;menurut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_118"&gt;gw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_119"&gt;iya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_120"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_121"&gt;klo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_122"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_123"&gt;ngomong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_124"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_125"&gt;dari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_126"&gt;satu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_127"&gt;bahasa&lt;/span&gt;, it's OK. Added value &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_128"&gt;ceunah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_129"&gt;Orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_130"&gt;ambon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_131"&gt;bilang&lt;/span&gt;, "ale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_132"&gt;batu&lt;/span&gt;!" :)&lt;br /&gt;Karena, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_133"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_134"&gt;kagak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_135"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_136"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_137"&gt;menilai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_138"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_139"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_140"&gt;kelebihan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_141"&gt;Trs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_142"&gt;bwt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_143"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_144"&gt;oknum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_145"&gt;sendiri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_146"&gt;tentu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_147"&gt;saja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_148"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_149"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_150"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; PD, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_151"&gt;tapi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_152"&gt;klo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_153"&gt;kelebihan&lt;/span&gt; PD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_154"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_155"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_156"&gt;eneg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_157"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_158"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt;? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_159"&gt;jagad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_160"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; Jakarta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_161"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_162"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_163"&gt;jenis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_164"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_165"&gt;sesuai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_166"&gt;pengalaman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_167"&gt;gw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_168"&gt;aja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_169"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; ya):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_170"&gt;satu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_171"&gt;kelompok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_172"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_173"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_174"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_175"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_176"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_177"&gt;tapi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_178"&gt;rendah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_179"&gt;hati&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_180"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_181"&gt;tidak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_182"&gt;blagu&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_183"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_184"&gt;kelompok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_185"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_186"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_187"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_188"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_189"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_190"&gt;trs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_191"&gt;rendah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_192"&gt;diri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_193"&gt;jadinya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_194"&gt;blagu&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_195"&gt;Biasanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_196"&gt;golongan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_197"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_198"&gt;pertama&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_199"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt; tau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_200"&gt;membawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_201"&gt;diri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_202"&gt;dengan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_203"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_204"&gt;Cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_205"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_206"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_207"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_208"&gt;kagak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_209"&gt;perlu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_210"&gt;JAGO&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_211"&gt;makanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_212"&gt;gw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_213"&gt;pake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_214"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_215"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt;'), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_216"&gt;tapi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_217"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_218"&gt;ngerti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_219"&gt;apa&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_220"&gt;mereka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_221"&gt;omongin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_222"&gt;Biar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_223"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_224"&gt;kadang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_225"&gt;sala&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_226"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_227"&gt;Itu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_228"&gt;namanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_229"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_230"&gt;belajar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_231"&gt;Itu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_232"&gt;berarti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_233"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_234"&gt;orangnya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_235"&gt;pinter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_236"&gt;kelompok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_237"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_238"&gt;berikutnya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_239"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_240"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_241"&gt;reseh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_242"&gt;Iya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_243"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_244"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_245"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_246"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_247"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_248"&gt;Tapi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_249"&gt;mentang&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_250"&gt;jago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_251"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_252"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_253"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_254"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_255"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_256"&gt;sok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_257"&gt;asyik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_258"&gt;gayanya&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_259"&gt;Sok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_260"&gt;Amerika&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_261"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_262"&gt;Malah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_263"&gt;kadang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_264"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_265"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_266"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_267"&gt;bule&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_268"&gt;dari&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_269"&gt;bule&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_270"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_271"&gt;Idih&lt;/span&gt;, males &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_272"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_273"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_274"&gt;Jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_275"&gt;gimana&lt;/span&gt; dong?&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_276"&gt;akhirnya&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_277"&gt;balik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_278"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_279"&gt;sih&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_280"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_281"&gt;sikap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_282"&gt;sifat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_283"&gt;karakter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_284"&gt;Biar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_285"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_286"&gt;ganteng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_287"&gt;selangit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_288"&gt;trs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_289"&gt;mentang&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_290"&gt;jago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_291"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_292"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_293"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_294"&gt;lu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_295"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_296"&gt;sok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_297"&gt;asik&lt;/span&gt; super PD n berasa cerdas.. ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_298"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_299"&gt;laut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_300"&gt;aja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_301"&gt;deh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_302"&gt;Kayaknya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_303"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_304"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_305"&gt;asik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_306"&gt;ngobrol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_307"&gt;ama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_308"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_309"&gt;biasa&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_310"&gt;aja&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_311"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_312"&gt;dikit&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_313"&gt;cas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_314"&gt;cis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_315"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_316"&gt;juga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_317"&gt;gapapa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_318"&gt;tp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_319"&gt;rendah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_320"&gt;hati&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_321"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_322"&gt;bawa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_323"&gt;diri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_324"&gt;dengan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_325"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_326"&gt;Orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_327"&gt;cerdas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_329"&gt;tp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_330"&gt;blagu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_331"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_332"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; yang mo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_333"&gt;temenan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_334"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;. Paling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_335"&gt;kalo&lt;/span&gt; pun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_336"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_337"&gt;mau&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_338"&gt;pasti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_339"&gt;karena&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_340"&gt;asas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_341"&gt;manfaat&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_342"&gt;Hoahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, attitude rules!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_343"&gt;Hidup&lt;/span&gt; Attitude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-6099966758983683184?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6099966758983683184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6099966758983683184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6099966758983683184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6099966758983683184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-attitude-my-friend.html' title='It&apos;s Attitude, My Friend!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-2572937989649984728</id><published>2008-11-06T16:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:54:07.565+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SRQc-y0BQAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/oufZYBpFCc0/s1600-h/400_F_10005609_5Oz1XsmdY5PQoImnmJIfEKBt2YhOki6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 55px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SRQc-y0BQAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/oufZYBpFCc0/s320/400_F_10005609_5Oz1XsmdY5PQoImnmJIfEKBt2YhOki6f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265865729420378114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'ve kindda had it with this Obama Syndrome in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everyone feels like they had a connection with him, just because he once lived in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;This old friend was interviewed, that old classmate was suddenly in tabloids, etc. This friend was congratulating that friend, after Obama's election, just because that guy was school mates with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like he would've remembered?&lt;br /&gt;Well, probably he would, just slightly though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya, I'm getting tired of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-2572937989649984728?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/2572937989649984728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=2572937989649984728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2572937989649984728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2572937989649984728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-syndrome.html' title='Obama Syndrome'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SRQc-y0BQAI/AAAAAAAAAYs/oufZYBpFCc0/s72-c/400_F_10005609_5Oz1XsmdY5PQoImnmJIfEKBt2YhOki6f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-2031365064605452448</id><published>2008-11-01T19:50:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:57:47.738+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Vote For Lintang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQyKEhsAV7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/huPDLLL5ZPE/s1600-h/laskarpelangito4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQyKEhsAV7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/huPDLLL5ZPE/s320/laskarpelangito4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263733874856318898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday we went and watched Laskar Pelangi in Planet Hollywood together with the orphans from Beriku Hati and Rumah Anugrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy coz the kids, some was laughing and others were crying :)&lt;br /&gt;Means they enjoyed it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For myself, I didn't have much time to think and analyze this movie.&lt;br /&gt;(I know I wasn't supposed to do that, don't analyze, just enjoy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I did enjoy the story. Despite what Vera said. "This movie is exaggerating. I'm an anak kampung, but I don't act like them." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Sowry Ver!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what they did, especially those little kids. They played it so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoyed the scene when Ikal got a crush with Aling :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The no expression ,"lima menit ya...."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lima menit ya..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from A Kiong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Mahar, a very creative kid with his tape, battery, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ini lagu jazz, lagunya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang-orang intelek"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQyLztbs1hI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GjeWsgduqnU/s1600-h/IMG-1457-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQyLztbs1hI/AAAAAAAAAYM/GjeWsgduqnU/s320/IMG-1457-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263735784974636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;ut with Lintang&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's the smartest one. Always motivating his peers. Always loves school&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, as the eldest son, felt going to work with dad was more important. Felt desperately responsible for the family.&lt;br /&gt;The dad, single parent. A fisherman. Only had one son. But still encourage him to go to school, instead of helping him goes fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQyNKr7VEII/AAAAAAAAAYU/EfRYWTVqfg8/s1600-h/lanak2belitong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQyNKr7VEII/AAAAAAAAAYU/EfRYWTVqfg8/s320/lanak2belitong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263737279219044482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't like what happened to Lintang.&lt;br /&gt;The decision he had to make between education and taking care of his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;He's the smartest one. The one who always motivate his friends.&lt;br /&gt;But then, need to decide something which is not pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, coming home as a champ, after winning the competition.&lt;br /&gt;With a trophy.&lt;br /&gt;Found out that dad was missing, and at the end will never return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates waiting for him. Five days already since he skipped class.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when the teacher decide to pay him a visit, a man came by and hand her a note.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad died. I'll come by for the last time to say goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like what happened to Lintang.&lt;br /&gt;The decision he had to make between education and taking care of his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;He's the smartest one. The one who always motivate his friends.&lt;br /&gt;But then, need to decide something which is not pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQyNK0iwxgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rXB8YCenv9M/s1600-h/lintang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 65px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQyNK0iwxgI/AAAAAAAAAYc/rXB8YCenv9M/s320/lintang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263737281531921922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he decided differently.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were Big Brother Big Sister Program during those days!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/17528834-2031365064605452448?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/2031365064605452448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=2031365064605452448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2031365064605452448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2031365064605452448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-vote-for-lintang.html' title='I Vote For Lintang'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQyKEhsAV7I/AAAAAAAAAX8/huPDLLL5ZPE/s72-c/laskarpelangito4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7170070047294633710</id><published>2008-10-30T05:32:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:04:53.185+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2023&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalm of David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-14237" class="sup"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14238" class="sup"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; He makes me lie down in green pastures,&lt;br /&gt;he leads me beside quiet waters, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14239" class="sup"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; he restores my soul.&lt;br /&gt;He guides me in paths of righteousness&lt;br /&gt;for his name's sake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14240" class="sup"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Even though I walk&lt;br /&gt;through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no evil,&lt;br /&gt;for you are with me;&lt;br /&gt;your rod and your staff,&lt;br /&gt;they comfort me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14241" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; You prepare a table before me&lt;br /&gt;in the presence of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;You anoint my head with oil;&lt;br /&gt;my cup overflows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14242" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Surely goodness and love will follow me&lt;br /&gt;all the days of my life,&lt;br /&gt;and I will dwell in the house of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQjv18bqNpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5wh92auKwCQ/s1600-h/400_F_5118673_xtw3LlnHpgkqk3MM3m8lFk734a4Wm5ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 72px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQjv18bqNpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5wh92auKwCQ/s400/400_F_5118673_xtw3LlnHpgkqk3MM3m8lFk734a4Wm5ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262719874616669842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of feeling do you have when you have such a shepherd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of would say: the feeling of save.&lt;br /&gt;One even say, feel relaxed since u don't need to be worried. Just lay back and know that God will take care of everything.&lt;br /&gt;What else? Feel comfort maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well everything is true. But last night during LG, I was impressed with one friend's answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said that for him is that, he would get motivated if he had a shepherd a.k.a a leader like this. He will do his best to perform well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You remember those days when you're always feel forced to go to the office, just because you hate your boss SO much?&lt;br /&gt;Well, image you got a totally terrific, cool, supportive boss!&lt;br /&gt;Would just like to do anything for him/her?&lt;br /&gt;You would feel ok to work overtime, you will feel so motivated, that you will just give him/her the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, that's what it should be with us and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;We sure know He's a totally a good Shepherd. Even THE best!&lt;br /&gt;That's why we need to give our best also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what popped up in our mind when that question was handed out?&lt;br /&gt;We thought, wow cool then, we can just relax. We took advantage of it. Typically human, ha? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, now that we know that there might be another way to looked at this passage, hope can change our mindset and our life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQj1gBSsjuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OzhSFlYafXg/s1600-h/400_F_5118673_xtw3LlnHpgkqk3MM3m8lFk734a4Wm5ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 62px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQj1gBSsjuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OzhSFlYafXg/s200/400_F_5118673_xtw3LlnHpgkqk3MM3m8lFk734a4Wm5ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262726095033896674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Be blessed!&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/17528834-7170070047294633710?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7170070047294633710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7170070047294633710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7170070047294633710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7170070047294633710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/10/psalm-23.html' title='Psalm 23'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SQjv18bqNpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5wh92auKwCQ/s72-c/400_F_5118673_xtw3LlnHpgkqk3MM3m8lFk734a4Wm5ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4017450328020165162</id><published>2008-10-26T19:44:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:01:14.807+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;oday's thoughts are tomorrow's actions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today's jealousy is tomorrow's temper tantrum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today's bigotry is tomorrow's hate crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today's anger is tomorrow's abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today's lust is tomorrow's adultery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today's greed is tomorrow's embezzlement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today's guilt is tomorrow's fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today's thoughts are tomorrow's actions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Max Lucado, A Love Worth Giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from today's IES Bulletin-&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/17528834-4017450328020165162?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4017450328020165162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4017450328020165162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4017450328020165162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4017450328020165162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Today and Tomorrow'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3492056255562555268</id><published>2008-10-26T19:09:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:00:14.974+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is a $20 fake Rolex WORTH IT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oday we had a preacher came from KL in church.&lt;br /&gt;Actually he's not a stranger. He often came and preached in IES. His wife even said that he came more in Jakarta then to KL. (Huh? :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what amazed me most is when Pt. Chris shared about his traveled to Cambodia with his team. Whereas they went to a village near a padi field, and the church was basically just a plastic mattress. The congregation was just a very very poor farmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they preached, he asked God what He wanted him to do. And then he felt that God wanted him to give out something. He still didn't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man came to him and asked him to pray for him. He was dressed quite nice, among the others.&lt;br /&gt;When he started to pray, he then asked the guy to raised his hands. Then he himself started to release his watch, and put it in that guys wrist.&lt;br /&gt;Pt. Chris shared that he thinks that this guy would've felt awkward, thinking what are this pastor doing to him? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;And then out of curiosity, the guy took a peak, and saw what Pt. Chris was doing, and tears started to comes down from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pt. Chris was shocked. It was a Rolex watch, but a fake one! The one that probably has double L and X es hahaha! Only like $20, that you can easily get at Mangga Dua :)&lt;br /&gt;And still it can make a man tremble.&lt;br /&gt;Later he's been told that this man just got a new job as a supervisor, so the dad got him a brand new sleeves, pants, and shoes. So he's been praying for God for a watch!&lt;br /&gt;So, this is God's answer for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a $20 worth material, can make a person truly belief that God do answer prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;You answered it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3492056255562555268?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3492056255562555268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3492056255562555268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3492056255562555268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3492056255562555268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-because-of-20.html' title='Is a $20 fake Rolex WORTH IT?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6283907338154986513</id><published>2008-10-02T22:37:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T04:55:08.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR A BAG OF GIFTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOutyRZlnDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/26F5zY3RXJc/s1600-h/400_F_9270883_WCTL4Oa9xIGhhjBn8IuR1Eie98aWMCQi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOutyRZlnDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/26F5zY3RXJc/s400/400_F_9270883_WCTL4Oa9xIGhhjBn8IuR1Eie98aWMCQi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254484469433605170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ust&lt;/span&gt; to get our ole-ole from US, me and Vera marched our way heading the airport to meet up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hari's&lt;/span&gt; dad who just arrived from the US visiting him. I was so sure that everything is settled until 15 minutes to 3pm, I got text message from Vera -she's supposed to picked me up @3pm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big mistake! I don't know the airline and flight number. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. But I got h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is cell. So why don't we arrived there above 4pm? Let him land first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, ARE YOU SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we end up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; each other.&lt;br /&gt;I suggest her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt;. She did already, but apparently still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;midnite&lt;/span&gt; there, so he's probably still asleep. And am sure, he won't be bother for just one beep! Suggested Vera to rang him up until he wakes. She refused, too expensive, and not worth it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Logic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;enuf&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;OK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.. with faith, we head ourselves towards the airport. The only information Vera remembered was, the dad is arriving around 3am, flight from China. Afterwards he'll go straight to Terminal 1 to get a local flight to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ambon&lt;/span&gt;. Well, at least we know for sure what time that would be: around 11pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOvAtBszKWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SucUO3nkHGA/s1600-h/110_F_9010702_EYM7dM71dmad0fFv06ZZ0nYeneKA9jCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOvAtBszKWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SucUO3nkHGA/s400/110_F_9010702_EYM7dM71dmad0fFv06ZZ0nYeneKA9jCD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505270040799586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, acting as a loyal friend, I go along with whatever plan she has in mind :)&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the airport, we text &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;meiriza&lt;/span&gt;, wishing her a happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ied&lt;/span&gt;. I add an additional message, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;otw&lt;/span&gt; to the airport to pick up the ole2 from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt;, but we have no clue what flight his dad is taking. Isn't that great or what? :)&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, we got replies -of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tx&lt;/span&gt; guys. And don't forgot to share the gifts"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, no worries. But prayed fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;st that at least we DO meet him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in the airport, we go straight to the board, searching for flights that's arriving from China around 3-4pm. Great! We got around 3 airlines arriving nearly the same time, but different gates. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, we just do our best, and waited for the earliest ones. So, off we go.&lt;br /&gt;One thing, I totally don't know how he look, and Vera only remember a glimpse of him, and that she got also from a picture that our dear friend sent. Yeah! :)&lt;br /&gt;At least she's sure that the father is as tall as the son. OK. that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wud&lt;/span&gt; helped just a tiny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were waiting on the arriving gate. No clue. Just guessing here and there. Hopping from one gate to the other:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, not that. Too old."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nope. That one's short"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe that one. Yes, that could be him. Let's see if there's a wife with him. Oh, looks like this guy is traveling alone. Can not be."&lt;/span&gt; etc.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we manage to get contact with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt;. We finally shocked him out of bed after 16 missed calls!! That HE said.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, he has no clue about the flight number. WOW. So he's giving us everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; numbers. All the ones who's related to him. The brother, the cousin, the brother's wife, etc. And all is a NO LUCK one! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ouggggggh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, assuming it's late already, 630pm something, we decided to go to the local terminal. We go to the parking lot, to get the car. And... the door won't opened!! oh mi gosh! what now? Vera tried and tried and tried. Right door, left door. No progress at all. Damn. She called the hubby, complaining! Yes, good time to do that. :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decide to go back to the terminal, at least they got air-con.  Along the way, we asked one of the officer on flights from China. "Oh yes, Cathy Pacific arriving 7.45pm"&lt;br /&gt;OK. got hope! (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOutyRZlnDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/26F5zY3RXJc/s1600-h/400_F_9270883_WCTL4Oa9xIGhhjBn8IuR1Eie98aWMCQi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 77px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOutyRZlnDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/26F5zY3RXJc/s400/400_F_9270883_WCTL4Oa9xIGhhjBn8IuR1Eie98aWMCQi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254484469433605170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we sat ourselves on one of the benches waiting together with a bunch of people who's also waiting for this flight. Luckily we mingle with the right group, these are a group of talkative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ibu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ibu&lt;/span&gt;. Potential to become my prospect also! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went by quickly. Already 745pm. They're announcing that the flight has already landed. The group dismissed, all rush to the departure gate. 15minutes later, Vera got report that her text to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hari's&lt;/span&gt; dad has been delivered. OK. Another good sign.&lt;br /&gt;She then starts ringing him. Got connected. Nice! :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We're waiting on the left door uncle!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm wearing red polo shirt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, for sure we won't lose him now!&lt;br /&gt;So, I waited for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hari's&lt;/span&gt; dad, and Vera went back to the parking lot and tried to work on the door. The plan was to dropped the couple at Terminal 1 before we head off back to Jakarta. Good luck girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already waiting for almost 45 minutes, no clue of a red polo man with a wife heading my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nope, too old"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No, he won't be that weak to be using a wheel chair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;MACY's&lt;/span&gt; carrying bag"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes by my head while waiting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; said that the parents would be carrying Macy's bag, since all the gifts is in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Vera was back again. No luck with the car door.&lt;br /&gt;BUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hari's&lt;/span&gt; dad already call her. They're all at Terminal 1 already. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how are we going there? Door is still stuck!&lt;br /&gt;With confident and faith, we just go to the parking lot, and tried our luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click.. click..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Still no luck, both right an left.&lt;br /&gt;Almost lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a guy from across the lot came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Door problem is it? What happened? Do you mind me trying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, just like that, Click! It opened!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. Just like that!&lt;br /&gt;We thanked the guy, gave him a little tips. Thank God for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go straight to terminal 1, but the plan was never to leave the car locked from outside. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Too afraid already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at Terminal 1, we decided not to go to the parking lot. We pass the car in front of the departure gate. Saw a red polo guy sitting on the bench with a wife, with another young lady, who turns out to be one of the contact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; gave. She just arrived from Japan -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plains the no connection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOvAtBszKWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SucUO3nkHGA/s1600-h/110_F_9010702_EYM7dM71dmad0fFv06ZZ0nYeneKA9jCD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOvAtBszKWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SucUO3nkHGA/s400/110_F_9010702_EYM7dM71dmad0fFv06ZZ0nYeneKA9jCD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254505270040799586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; looked like his son. No expression at all.&lt;br /&gt;"This is for you."&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing he said. No pep talk.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds more like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; here's the bag, now get out my sight, I got things to sort here." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we totally do accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-6283907338154986513?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6283907338154986513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6283907338154986513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6283907338154986513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6283907338154986513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-day.html' title='JUST FOR A BAG OF GIFTS'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOutyRZlnDI/AAAAAAAAAWw/26F5zY3RXJc/s72-c/400_F_9270883_WCTL4Oa9xIGhhjBn8IuR1Eie98aWMCQi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3257386322056322444</id><published>2008-09-17T17:42:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:07:18.943+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Ark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOuqNnigIMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/adqPy8c6YS8/s1600-h/MEZ502LAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOuqNnigIMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/adqPy8c6YS8/s400/MEZ502LAR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254480541186531522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything I need to learn from Noah's Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. Don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt; the boat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Remember that we are all in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the same&lt;/span&gt; boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Plan ahead. It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't raining&lt;/span&gt; when Noah was building the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay Fit&lt;/span&gt;. When you're 60 years old, someone might ask you to do something really big!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Build your future on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Higher Ground&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;. For safety sake's, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;travel in pairs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with cheetah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;. When you're stressed, float a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt; that the ark was built by amateurs ; the Titanic by professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;. No matter there's storms, when you are with God; there's always a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt; waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my uncle forward this to me. thank's Oom Tonny!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/17528834-3257386322056322444?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3257386322056322444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3257386322056322444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3257386322056322444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3257386322056322444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/09/noahs-ark.html' title='Noah&apos;s Ark'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SOuqNnigIMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/adqPy8c6YS8/s72-c/MEZ502LAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4455322234347444108</id><published>2008-08-28T19:17:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:40.775+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Right Approach to Lose Fat'/><title type='text'>Become Slim :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ust now, I did my last measurement for this month.&lt;br /&gt;Happily.. all the numbers drops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7rsWuEmuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZCe82xLu64/s1600-h/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7rsWuEmuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZCe82xLu64/s200/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228375364669315810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;weight 58 kg&lt;br /&gt;body fat 27,9%&lt;br /&gt;VFA 3%&lt;br /&gt;Body Age 35!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, the weight didn't drop in an extreme way, I was happy. Coz my body fat went down 2%, Body age 3 years younger, and actually my skeletal muscle increase 2%.&lt;br /&gt;That's a good sign. Means, my fat got burned and instead turn into muscle. Great ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know more? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4455322234347444108?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4455322234347444108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4455322234347444108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4455322234347444108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4455322234347444108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/08/become-slim.html' title='Become Slim :)'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7rsWuEmuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZCe82xLu64/s72-c/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6633453626505412696</id><published>2008-08-05T19:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:40.781+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Right Approach to Lose Fat'/><title type='text'>Wow It DO work!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to do my measurement yesterday. But since Oom Hanny just had his surgery that morning , I need to go and visit him at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, finally.. I just manage to measure it today. I was a bit afraid on what's the result's gonna be. I know I didn't know what to expect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7rsWuEmuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZCe82xLu64/s1600-h/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7rsWuEmuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZCe82xLu64/s200/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228375364669315810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we'll just see!&lt;br /&gt;(drum rolls please..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Visceral Fat 3%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BMI 21,4%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Body Fat 29,4%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Body Age 37 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BMR 1275 kcal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ALL went DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;including my weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lost 1.7 kg in a week&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty neat ha? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I don't want to focus on the weight or kg. NOT important at all. The one thing I'm concern is the fat percentage. Why's that? coz if the fat goes down, my body will be much more healthier. Especially if those visceral fat drops! Would love to see it at only 1%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy with the results. Actually I didn't do much. If you're imaging me go starving all day long, you must be out of your mind! If the programs are like that, most likely I won't go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I just eat normal. 3 times a week. Oops! 3 times a day!!&lt;br /&gt;The consultant just teach me how to eat smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take all the fruits and veggie first."&lt;br /&gt;"Ate the proteins with the carbs."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't forget your supplements. You will need it, since in doing weight management programs, unconsciously you will be stress, and stressed will create free radicals inside. And you don't wanna add that to your body. So, the supplements is there to fight the free radicals and to increase your anti oxidant level."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;but it really DO work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about excersice?&lt;br /&gt;well, to be honest.. I'm doing only like 3 times a week...?&lt;br /&gt;yes, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;So, you're thinking me going to the gym 3 times in a week right? NAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just jog in front of the TV while watching those entertainment show for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only 20 minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE, NO LESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that's all you need, 20 minutes! You can walk for 20 minutes, that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non stop walking&lt;/span&gt; ok? If you like to go to the malls, do it there. But don't stop walking if it's not 20 minutes yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these kind of results, imagine if I can do the 20 minutes everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;AND.. increase the minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;Me happy now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-6633453626505412696?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6633453626505412696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6633453626505412696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6633453626505412696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6633453626505412696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow-it-do-work.html' title='Wow It DO work!!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7rsWuEmuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZCe82xLu64/s72-c/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-50045052996786992</id><published>2008-07-29T16:18:00.020+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:40.791+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Right Approach to Lose Fat'/><title type='text'>Lose Those Fats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast week I decided to start a weight lost program. The program is called The Right Approach.&lt;br /&gt;I have been willing to do this many months ago. Even though some told me that I didn't need much weight loss, BUT, since the company has launched its program. I thought at least I need to go and experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I sat down with Ricky and go through my habits. I got lots of ck ck ck from him. Well.. what do you expect? I LOVE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muisjes!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Need to cut down the muisjes, Ve!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Only 5 spoons of rice!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exercise?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;oh-kay! oh-kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote down all my do-s and dont-s. I then decided to start Monday.&lt;br /&gt;So, this has been already my second day. Quite exciting. Still tries to cut off those muisjes that I love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I measured my body, and these are some of the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7rsWuEmuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZCe82xLu64/s1600-h/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7rsWuEmuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZCe82xLu64/s200/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228375364669315810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Visceral Fat -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4% &lt;/span&gt;(low/normal health risk: 1-9)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is the fat that surrounds the vital organs on the trunk/stomach area of the body. So, high visceral fat levels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;increase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the risk of high blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, heart disease and diabetes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even though consider low health risk, I still need to go to 1-2% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Body Age is 38!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.. older then my actually age.&lt;br /&gt;This indicates that even am not 38 years, but my body's condition is like a 38 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BMI -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 22%&lt;/span&gt; (acceptable: 25-31%)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a measurement of body fat based on weight and height that applies to both adult men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh gosh, at the edge already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMR -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1296 kcal,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the amount of energy expanded while at rest. Higher BMR may indicate better energy expenditure (fat burning).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to exercise more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, need to do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;Healthy food, healthy diet, healthy exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-50045052996786992?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/50045052996786992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=50045052996786992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/50045052996786992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/50045052996786992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/lose-those-fats.html' title='Lose Those Fats!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7rsWuEmuI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZCe82xLu64/s72-c/girl-measuring-waist_%7Eszo0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4476479841100234207</id><published>2008-07-29T15:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:40.802+07:00</updated><title type='text'>which do you prefer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI71dxfqh3I/AAAAAAAAASg/JYGiFYLMkm0/s1600-h/jesus_%7EJesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI71dxfqh3I/AAAAAAAAASg/JYGiFYLMkm0/s200/jesus_%7EJesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228386109274883954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;A friend forward me this email..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather live my life as if there is a God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and die to find out there isn't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live my life as if there isn't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and die to find out there is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;********************************************************How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4476479841100234207?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4476479841100234207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4476479841100234207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4476479841100234207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4476479841100234207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/which-do-you-prefer.html' title='which do you prefer?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI71dxfqh3I/AAAAAAAAASg/JYGiFYLMkm0/s72-c/jesus_%7EJesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6967992982267489298</id><published>2008-07-20T20:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:19:56.702+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Jakarta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;rriving back home was a bit chaos. Why?&lt;br /&gt;First, the plane was a bit delayed. And I need to be at Ira's wedding later at 7pm!! Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;Then, to make it worse.. I need to top up my jakarta number. And to add to it, my battery's flat. I gotta be careful using my phone. So, last choice is to still use my SG number, but only for sms. How ridiculous is that! I got local number!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;another good story is, I make new friends with the couple sitting next to me. Husband and wife, have their own biz, and got twin boys!! So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to arriving in Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;As suspected. The flight did land late. And then, I need to wait for my luggage. I regret changing my suit case, since now I need to pay close attention to every single bag that passes me by. A lot of BLACK suit case. Makes me even late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the airport, exactly 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck. Still need to catch up, and go to Pd.Indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dropped by in Karet. Pick up the easiest dress I can get, then off to the wedding reception. Luckily, the crowd is still there: Ajung and Heny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as usually...&lt;br /&gt;Chizzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-6967992982267489298?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6967992982267489298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6967992982267489298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6967992982267489298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6967992982267489298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-jakarta.html' title='Hello Jakarta!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3492334657516859883</id><published>2008-07-20T12:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:22:15.286+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Saras :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;fter all the rarara in the morning. I did decide not to attend any service. God understands la! :) I did already make appointment with Hans and Gita to meet them @1am anyway. So, I sms Hans letting him know that I canceled my going to church, and suggest to meet up earlier, since I need to be at Changi at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled then!&lt;br /&gt;Meeting point at Raffles City. They are meeting some Indonesian friends -turns out to be Iwan's sister in law, for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, I marched myself to exchange some SGD in Lucky Plaza -hope it's a good deal, then walked myself towards City Hall. Half way, I decided to take the MRT anyway, just to save some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet up with Hans Gita and Saras in Marks and Spencer, Raffles City. We just walked and chit chat along the way, heading supermarket to get Saras' food. Well, she can't order any meal later in the restaurant, so that's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have time to chat much. I need to go -already 1pm, and they need to meet their friends.&lt;br /&gt;We took pic - of course! And i bid them good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice meeting you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3492334657516859883?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3492334657516859883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3492334657516859883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3492334657516859883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3492334657516859883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/meeting-saras.html' title='Meeting Saras :)'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-5404034120115403659</id><published>2008-07-20T11:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:41.037+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he plan was to wake up early, go to both either &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.newcreation.org.sg/"&gt;New Creation Church &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.chc.org.sg/eng/index.php"&gt;City Harvest Church&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-haven't decided yet&lt;/span&gt;, and then attend the 11am service in Tiberias, since the family is a member there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started making calls and sms-ing my Singaporean friends to find out about the schedule. I know Kyra will save me one seat if I decided to join her in New Creation. Well, that's settled. But then I really wanna try the City Harvest Church. So, I called Derek -hm. he's in JB, and not familiar with the schedule. Suggested me to join the 5pm service with him and his wife. Text Steven, Mary's husband. He gave me the EXPO schedule. So far! And it's started 10am. Passed already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, turns out don't know whether the 11am plan is still going on. Liza is still sleeping -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tooth ache i was informed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Olav now, well... haven't decided yet. Still thinking between 11am or 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISKVJNB3KI/AAAAAAAAAOY/yVZ-CyHsXkM/s1600-h/110_F_3384017_tspnkDSuAzwP9S4NUEKvsLAurpQFmE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISKVJNB3KI/AAAAAAAAAOY/yVZ-CyHsXkM/s200/110_F_3384017_tspnkDSuAzwP9S4NUEKvsLAurpQFmE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225453563509071010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;Decide on my own is better -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't attend any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-5404034120115403659?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/5404034120115403659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=5404034120115403659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5404034120115403659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5404034120115403659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/skip-this-time.html' title='Decide!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISKVJNB3KI/AAAAAAAAAOY/yVZ-CyHsXkM/s72-c/110_F_3384017_tspnkDSuAzwP9S4NUEKvsLAurpQFmE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-5399444716574114774</id><published>2008-07-19T23:29:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:41.811+07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Ain't Just Enuf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday's plan was actually just spend the rest of the day in Park Mall. But then I was surprise when I arrived there. Showcased is closed very early! They started putting off the lights at 4pm!! Could you imagine that?? In Jakarta, everything ended around 8pm, even 9pm. Makes me appreciate the Jakarta staffs more. Anyway, like Aiza said, "Welcome to Singapore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, how? What's next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called Hans, but then he and Gita got other plans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily? Well, seemed still sleepy when I called her. OK, just delivered her 3rd child. Understandable if she still has less sleep..&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you wanna do, Verena?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't know!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, at 430pm we just took off. And it's raining, even just small drops. Making our way towards Orchad. Dropping by to some biz opportunity exhibition. Make new friends with an Indonesia guy. Great, got new contacts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, strolling our way again, still heading no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SII6kYL7_3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/11MckFUUwYM/s1600-h/choc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224802914345418610" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 189px; height: 149px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SII6kYL7_3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/11MckFUUwYM/s200/choc.jpg" border="0" width="151" height="105" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What do you wanna do?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hmm. How about get some &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/singapore/the_brownie_factory*featuredten_click/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brownies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you craving for it?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Not really. But I haven't had it for quite some time. So, how about now? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/reviews/comments/13673/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this time, at least there's a destination: Takashimaya Food Hall, Ngee Ann City. Get my brownies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived there, the food hall was packed! Great timing, it is!! But then luckily we manage to get space near to fountain to rest a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SII8zm8wsGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/z545jA_lFdI/s1600-h/oliver+pic+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224805375029588066" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 130px; height: 111px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SII8zm8wsGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/z545jA_lFdI/s200/oliver+pic+013.jpg" border="0" width="152" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SII7WgcYB1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/m4CmyeVFczg/s1600-h/oliver+pic+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224803775555307346" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 128px; height: 108px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SII7WgcYB1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/m4CmyeVFczg/s200/oliver+pic+012.jpg" border="0" width="154" height="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we couldn't just stopped with having brownies. We had afternoon tea of course, just to take off the sweets from the brownies. And ending it with a taste of Roti Prata with sausages filling. Interested. And of course delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you see, we could've just stopped after the brownies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one seem like just ain't enuf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrgh.. am full (again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-still looks happy though :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say, Chizzzzzzzzz... -oooh no, not another dish? kidding!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SII_Oc8nqgI/AAAAAAAAANY/fzIQxUdDTx0/s1600-h/oliver+pic+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224808035224365570" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 164px; height: 142px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SII_Oc8nqgI/AAAAAAAAANY/fzIQxUdDTx0/s200/oliver+pic+011.jpg" border="0" width="162" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-5399444716574114774?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/5399444716574114774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=5399444716574114774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5399444716574114774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5399444716574114774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-aint-just-enuf.html' title='One Ain&apos;t Just Enuf!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SII6kYL7_3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/11MckFUUwYM/s72-c/choc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8798015660040463426</id><published>2008-07-19T21:04:00.018+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:42.809+07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's One Year Seven Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;liver has grown up! I can't even hold him. Too heavy. He likes to run around the house &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-like any little kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, he can't speak properly yet. A few only words he likes to shout out are: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-copying his dad&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bye&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, he loves to sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-no words one,&lt;/span&gt;  and dance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISss1Kw76I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0iFzk1c1k5g/s1600-h/oliver+pic+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISss1Kw76I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0iFzk1c1k5g/s200/oliver+pic+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225491353843068834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISmJSqpbXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-JcfVL1X-uY/s1600-h/oliver+pic+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISmJSqpbXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-JcfVL1X-uY/s200/oliver+pic+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225484146216365426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISg9j8Z90I/AAAAAAAAAPA/xAlo-nTeDzE/s1600-h/oliver+pic+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISg9j8Z90I/AAAAAAAAAPA/xAlo-nTeDzE/s200/oliver+pic+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225478447137683266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISmAPn-4uI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XXTagopeaiU/s1600-h/oliver+pic+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISmAPn-4uI/AAAAAAAAAPo/XXTagopeaiU/s200/oliver+pic+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225483990781059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISpRtqrFxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BsZVSvIv8N4/s1600-h/oliver+pic+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISpRtqrFxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/BsZVSvIv8N4/s200/oliver+pic+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225487589438068498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISjuongTSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JzSB-TvtA0w/s1600-h/oliver+pic+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISjuongTSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JzSB-TvtA0w/s200/oliver+pic+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225481489229040930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always moves his hands, when they sing the &lt;a href="http://www.hello-world.com/English/song/itsy-bitsy-spider.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Itsy Bitsy Spider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; song..&lt;br /&gt;And of course the famous &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.britishcouncil.org/kids-songs-twinkle.htm"&gt;twinkle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.britishcouncil.org/kids-songs-twinkle.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.britishcouncil.org/kids-songs-twinkle.htm"&gt;twinkle&lt;/a&gt; on the Disney Channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favourite toys is his Winny The Pooh drum, which the parents bought a few months ago. Every times he sees the drum, most likely he will go bum! bang! with it. Hehehe.&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/17528834-8798015660040463426?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8798015660040463426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8798015660040463426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8798015660040463426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8798015660040463426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-one-year-seven-month.html' title='He&apos;s One Year Seven Month'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISss1Kw76I/AAAAAAAAAQA/0iFzk1c1k5g/s72-c/oliver+pic+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6065905488838980461</id><published>2008-07-19T11:13:00.013+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:41:48.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was browsing around one of my friend's blog, and I found this interesting posting about "behind the names". So I decided to search for mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's mine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's yours........ ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/name/verena"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;VERENA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gender: Feminine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usage: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/ger.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;German&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronounced:&lt;br /&gt;ve-RE-nah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/pronunciation.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[key]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Possibly related to Latin verus "true". &lt;a class="ngl" href="http://www.behindthename.com/glossary/view/saint"&gt;Saint&lt;/a&gt; Verena was a 3rd-century Egyptian-born nurse who went with the Theban Legion to Switzerland. After the legion was massacred she settled near Zurich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/php/search.php?nmd=n&amp;amp;terms=maya&amp;amp;submit=Go"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gender: Feminine&lt;br /&gt;Usage: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/ind.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/ind-myth.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindu Mythology&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Scripts: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="trn" href="http://www.behindthename.com/support/transcribe.php?type=SK&amp;amp;target=Ma%5Eya%5E"&gt;&lt;em&gt;माया&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sanskrit)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Means "illusion" in &lt;a class="ngl" href="http://www.behindthename.com/glossary/view/sanskrit"&gt;Sanskrit&lt;/a&gt;. In Buddhist tradition this is the name of the mother of Siddhartha Gautama (the Buddha). This is also another name of the Hindu goddess Durga.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gender: Feminine&lt;br /&gt;Usage: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/eng-m.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronounced:&lt;br /&gt;MAY-ə, MIE-ə &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/pronunciation.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[key]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Variant of &lt;a class="nl" href="http://www.behindthename.com/name/maia-1"&gt;MAIA (1)&lt;/a&gt;. This name can also be given in reference to the Maya peoples, a Native American culture who built a great civilization in southern Mexico and Latin America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gender: Feminine&lt;br /&gt;Usage: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/jew.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jewish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Scripts: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="trn" href="http://www.behindthename.com/support/transcribe.php?type=HB&amp;amp;target=Ma%5Ey%25ah"&gt;&lt;em&gt;מַיָּה&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hebrew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Derived from Hebrew &lt;a class="trn" href="http://www.behindthename.com/support/transcribe.php?type=HB&amp;amp;target=ma%5Eyim"&gt;מַיִם&lt;/a&gt; (mayim) "water".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/php/search.php?nmd=n&amp;amp;terms=anne&amp;amp;submit=Go"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ANNE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gender: &lt;span class="info"&gt;&lt;span class="fem"&gt;Feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em; font-style: italic;"&gt;Usage: &lt;span class="info"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/fre.php" class="usg"&gt;French&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/eng-m.php" class="usg"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/sca.php" class="usg"&gt;Scandinavian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/fin.php" class="usg"&gt;Finnish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/ger.php" class="usg"&gt;German&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/dut.php" class="usg"&gt;Dutch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/bas.php" class="usg"&gt;Basque&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pronounced: &lt;span class="info"&gt;AN (English, French), AH-nə (German), AHN-nə (Dutch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="info"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em;"&gt;French form of &lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/name/anna" class="nl"&gt;ANNA&lt;/a&gt;. In the 13th-century it was imported to England, where it was also commonly spelled Ann. The name was borne by a 17th-century English queen and also by the second wife of Henry VIII, Anne Boleyn (the mother of Queen Elizabeth I), who was eventually beheaded in the Tower of London. This is also the name of the heroine in 'Anne of Green Gables' (1908) by Canadian author L. M. Montgomery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ANNE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gender: &lt;span class="info"&gt;&lt;span class="masc"&gt;Masculine&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="fem"&gt;Feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em; font-style: italic;"&gt;Usage: &lt;span class="info"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/fri.php" class="usg"&gt;Frisian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pronounced: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="info"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHN-nə&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Short form of names beginning with the &lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/glossary/view/germanic_languages" class="ngl"&gt;Germanic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.behindthename.com/glossary/view/name_element" class="ngl"&gt;element&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;arn&lt;/i&gt; "eagle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0em;"&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/17528834-6065905488838980461?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.behindthename.com/name/' title='What&apos;s Yours?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6065905488838980461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6065905488838980461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6065905488838980461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6065905488838980461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/behind-name.html' title='What&apos;s Yours?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-5783419565510226113</id><published>2008-07-18T19:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:42.944+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing The World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDUXMNne9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYJz1yzx1oE/s1600-h/gandhi%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224409062630194130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDUXMNne9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYJz1yzx1oE/s200/gandhi%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gandhi's Top 10 Fundamentals for Changing the World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahatma Gandhi needs no long introduction. Everyone knows about the man who lead the Indian people to independence from British rule in 1947. So let's just move on to some of my favourite tips from Mahatma Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Change yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You must be the change you want to see in the world."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you change yourself you will change your world. If you change how you think&lt;br /&gt;then you will change how you feel and what actions you take. And so the world&lt;br /&gt;around you will change. And the problem with changing your outer world without&lt;br /&gt;changing yourself is that you will still be you when you reach that change you&lt;br /&gt;have strived for. You will still have your flaws, anger, negativity,&lt;br /&gt;self-sabotaging tendencies – in short, your ego. Since your ego loves to divide&lt;br /&gt;things, to find enemies and to create separation it may start to try to create&lt;br /&gt;even more problems and conflicts in your life and world.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. You are in control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nobody can hurt me without my permission."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What you feel and how you react to something is always up to you. You can choose&lt;br /&gt;your own thoughts, reactions and emotions to pretty much everything. You don't&lt;br /&gt;have to freak out, overreact of even react in a negative way. And as you realize&lt;br /&gt;that no-one outside of yourself can actually control how you feel you can start&lt;br /&gt;to incorporate this thinking into your daily life and develop it as a thought&lt;br /&gt;habit. A habit that you can grow stronger and stronger over time. Doing this&lt;br /&gt;makes life a whole lot easier and more pleasurable.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Forgive and let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fighting evil with evil won't help anyone. Forgiving and letting go of the past&lt;br /&gt;will do you and the people in your world a great service. If you don't forgive&lt;br /&gt;then you let the past and another person to control how you feel. By forgiving&lt;br /&gt;you release yourself from those bonds. And then you can focus totally on, for&lt;br /&gt;instance, the next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Without action you aren't going anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An ounce of practice is worth more than tons of preaching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking action is hard and difficult. Preaching or reading or studying endlessly&lt;br /&gt;gives you the feeling of moving forward. To really get where you want to go&lt;br /&gt;and to really understand yourself and your world you need to practice. Books&lt;br /&gt;can mostly just bring you knowledge. You have to take action and translate&lt;br /&gt;that knowledge into results and understanding. 5. Take care of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;"I do not want to foresee the future. I am concerned with taking care of the&lt;br /&gt;present. God has given me no control over the moment following."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why? Well, when you are in the present moment you don't worry about the next&lt;br /&gt;moment that you can't control anyway. And the resistance to action that comes&lt;br /&gt;from you imagining negative future consequences - or reflecting on past failures&lt;br /&gt;- of your actions loses its power. And so it becomes easier to both take action&lt;br /&gt;and to keep your focus on this moment and perform better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Everyone is human.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I claim to be a simple individual liable to err like any other fellow mortal. I own, however, that I have humility enough to confess my errors and to retrace my steps."&lt;br /&gt;"It is unwise to be too sure of one's own wisdom. It is healthy to be reminded that the strongest might weaken and the wisest might err."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you start to make myths out of people – even though they may have produced&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary results – you run the risk of becoming disconnected from them. You&lt;br /&gt;can start to feel like you could never achieve similar things that they did&lt;br /&gt;because they are so very different. So it's important to keep in mind that&lt;br /&gt;everyone is just a human being no matter who they are. It's important to&lt;br /&gt;remember that we are all human and prone to make mistakes. Be able to see with&lt;br /&gt;clarity where you went wrong and what you can learn from your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Persist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Be persistent. In time the opposition around you will fade and fall away. And&lt;br /&gt;your inner resistance and self-sabotaging tendencies that want to hold you back&lt;br /&gt;and keep you like you have always been will grow weaker. Find what you really&lt;br /&gt;like to do. Then you'll find the inner motivation to keep going, going and&lt;br /&gt;going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. See the good in people and help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I look only to the good qualities of men. Not being faultless myself, I won't presume to probe into the faults of others." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Leadership means getting along with people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There is pretty much always something good in people. And things that may not be&lt;br /&gt;so good. But you can choose what things to focus on. And when you see the good&lt;br /&gt;in people it becomes easier to motivate yourself to be of service to them. By&lt;br /&gt;being of service to other people, by giving them value you not only make their&lt;br /&gt;lives better. Over time you tend to get what you give. So you, create an upward&lt;br /&gt;spiral of positive change that grows and becomes stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Be congruent, be authentic, be your true self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Always aim at complete harmony of thought and word and deed. Always aim at purifying your thoughts and everything will be well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think that one of the best tips for improving your social skills is to behave&lt;br /&gt;in a congruent manner and communicate in an authentic way. People seem to really like authentic communication. And there is much inner enjoyment to be found when your thoughts, words and actions are aligned. You feel powerful and good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Continue to grow and evolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Constant development is the law of life, and a man who always tries to maintain his dogmas in order to appear consistent drives himself into a false position."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You can pretty much always improve your skills, habits or re-evaluate your&lt;br /&gt;evaluations. You can gain deeper understanding of yourself and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Henrik Edberg's book on Personal Development published on May, 2008.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-thanks Wiling and CheePoh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-5783419565510226113?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/5783419565510226113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=5783419565510226113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5783419565510226113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5783419565510226113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/changing-world.html' title='Changing The World?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDUXMNne9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYJz1yzx1oE/s72-c/gandhi%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8368550747592759863</id><published>2008-07-15T21:57:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:42.957+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night in the train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBPaSaTsPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/brxewof7a8g/s1600-h/Image%28054%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224262880787149042" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 164px; height: 131px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBPaSaTsPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/brxewof7a8g/s200/Image%28054%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ctually I didn't plan to head Singapore Tuesday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;. My plan was leaving earlier on Monday night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then I found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiza's&lt;/span&gt; heading back Tues night, taking night train. So,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBOOOTanvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F-h233vyZZ0/s1600-h/Image%28054%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to tag along with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBOdMyOx6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9n8NeellYEw/s1600-h/Image%28055%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticket fare was not that expensive, only RM38. And each of us get our own bed to lie down. If you are thinking, we got our own compartment, WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBOdMyOx6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9n8NeellYEw/s1600-h/Image%28055%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224261831304857506" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 163px; height: 119px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBOdMyOx6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9n8NeellYEw/s200/Image%28055%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were these 2 stories beds, all lining up. We both took the upper bed, quite nice. Private enough. The cool thing is, even for the upper bed, they hang a small net pouch so we can put our shoes/slippers there. Neat ha? But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiza&lt;/span&gt; said, this pic looks like she's lying in the hospital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, one disadvantage about this trip is only it takes almost half a day to travel. But then, the experience was worth it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aiza&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/17528834-8368550747592759863?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8368550747592759863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8368550747592759863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8368550747592759863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8368550747592759863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-in-train.html' title='A Night in the train'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBPaSaTsPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/brxewof7a8g/s72-c/Image%28054%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-613498828799755743</id><published>2008-07-15T19:31:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:44.471+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day in KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s usual what every one's doing in the last day..&lt;br /&gt;Prepare our luggage while waiting for Siamy to wake up. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every thing's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bye bye aniek!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heading towards Siamy's new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC8Gjk10UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/O85nHKaaa2U/s1600-h/sterling+apt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224382388564775234" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC8Gjk10UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/O85nHKaaa2U/s200/sterling+apt.jpg" border="0" width="163" height="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's just near by where they are living now. Not far from Kelana Jaya. Another two u-turns from Kelana Jaya LRT Station (better write this down!). The place is called &lt;a href="http://www.hartamas.com/property_details.php?UID=579c45080a06b1b8d0f24f9cd4f1d8f3"&gt;Sterling Apt&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And man, it's huge! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her unit itself is still under renovation though. I think about 5 rooms and 3 toilets? I guess she did count her guests when she decided to get that unit :) thanks upline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC95yn7EoI/AAAAAAAAALA/666ca2Zwhcg/s1600-h/oliver+pic+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224384368289190530" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 133px; height: 102px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC95yn7EoI/AAAAAAAAALA/666ca2Zwhcg/s200/oliver+pic+083.jpg" border="0" width="179" height="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC9hariEWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fh3bjqMKHnQ/s1600-h/oliver+pic+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224383949545017698" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 146px; height: 105px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC9hariEWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fh3bjqMKHnQ/s200/oliver+pic+082.jpg" border="0" width="163" height="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After she showed us around, we waited outside. And since we've got nothing to do, me and Aiza decided to pose a little here and there on the outside. We were imagining &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some-A-day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, having a barbeque's party in the hall area, just outside the unit. Fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then, times up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is by the clock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tick .. Tock.. Tick.. Tock..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heading Darby Park now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We arrived there just before 12pm. Siamy left us for a meeting with the other leaders. Before that, she introduced me to a BD from Thailand, who just came back in the biz. &lt;em&gt;Need a lot of catching up to do, sir!&lt;/em&gt; So I helped him explaining all the proceed and regulations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aiza was with a friend, Kartina, explaining her about the scanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDCCF0EVmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FcNqP4_lMDw/s1600-h/oliver+pic+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224388908925867618" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 152px; height: 126px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDCCF0EVmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FcNqP4_lMDw/s200/oliver+pic+085.jpg" border="0" width="175" height="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We headed outside, in front of Nikko Hotel. Forgot what it's called.. Kandar something! Anyway, Aiza said the maggie goreng was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omar joined us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We did some sharing about the Galvanic Spa -&lt;em&gt;still excited about it! &lt;/em&gt;He decided want to target the guys to do it! GReaT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta get back to showcase. Meet up with Siamy again. Get some advice from Sarah FC. Thanks for reminding me to focus, Sarah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, driving towards MADE Bangsar's office. Siamy's supposed to conduct a Galvanic workshop, but if no one turns up, then we'll just have a private one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And no one did show up. So, private workshop it is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, Omar's downline showed up.. to get her body gels, not for the workshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Killing time, we learn how to massage with the galvanic properly. Twas fun! Imagine doing it in a arisan? Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6pm Siamy gotta leave for AsiaWorks training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, she dropped us in Bangsar Village. (Thanks for everything!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDFbNWBkRI/AAAAAAAAALg/ZAgazd_Lu7I/s1600-h/30_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224392638978953490" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 379px; height: 122px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDFbNWBkRI/AAAAAAAAALg/ZAgazd_Lu7I/s200/30_2.jpg" border="0" width="222" height="94" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDLyuAaGkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Y5ofb16JDIo/s1600-h/ecard-thumb03.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDLyuAaGkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Y5ofb16JDIo/s1600-h/ecard-thumb03.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224399639953414722" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 91px; height: 82px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDLyuAaGkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Y5ofb16JDIo/s200/ecard-thumb03.gif" border="0" width="132" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have our early dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delicious.com.my/main.htm"&gt;DELI&lt;em&gt;cious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Quite a nice place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A place where young executive hang out. We saw a really good candidate for TRA. Coz, yikes! She is huge. But then, none decided to approach her. Maybe we were too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDH1rKwzKI/AAAAAAAAALo/QMRMjrC-5GY/s1600-h/oliver+pic+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224395292684635298" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 125px; height: 104px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDH1rKwzKI/AAAAAAAAALo/QMRMjrC-5GY/s200/oliver+pic+089.jpg" border="0" width="177" height="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we had quite a meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe that's why? hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We just &lt;strong&gt;sat there&lt;/strong&gt; for more then 3 hours. Ordering sponge cake, hot tea, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDMo1e4MXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qpO_uWmkpmw/s1600-h/oliver+pic+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224400569673199986" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 144px; height: 92px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDMo1e4MXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qpO_uWmkpmw/s200/oliver+pic+088.jpg" border="0" width="179" height="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiza's very excited about the shepard pie that she ordered, but then she was disappointed. Hehehe. Am just quite satisfied with my dish. Even though afterwards i still think it's too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enuf is enuf.  I'm full!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7pm time to go to KL Sentral! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bye KL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-613498828799755743?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/613498828799755743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=613498828799755743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/613498828799755743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/613498828799755743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-day-in-kl.html' title='Last Day in KL'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC8Gjk10UI/AAAAAAAAAKw/O85nHKaaa2U/s72-c/sterling+apt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-1219011955755076422</id><published>2008-07-14T15:37:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:44.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Opposition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SH8HVYlgUHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ayiOT6rADdg/s1600-h/080714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223902156731469938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SH8HVYlgUHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ayiOT6rADdg/s200/080714.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something I took from Leadership Journal.net&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SH8Gr1R3gmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mI629C90fOg/s1600-h/080714.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SH8Gr1R3gmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mI629C90fOg/s1600-h/080714.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...which I think would help some issues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking the other day about a class I took in seminary called "How to handle opposition, criticism, resistance, and passive-aggression." Come to think of it, I think I missed that course. The class I took was on source criticism, not criticism per se. Not that understanding source criticism hasn't been useful. I have new attenders coming up to me all the time to ask why J, D, P, and E couldn't all just get along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, I think the other class would have been more useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opposition is an inevitable reality of pastoral life. Not just spiritual opposition ("we wrestle not against flesh and blood"). Not just the intellectual opposition of Richard Dawkins/Daniel Dennet/Samuel Harris/Christopher Hitchens readers. I'm talking about friendly fire. The deacon board who votes to wish you a speedy recovery 13-12. The e-mail writer who wonders about your orthodoxy, theological literacy, or citation of unsafe authors. The helpful critic who wonders why you don't do more altar calls. The champion of worship/missions/children/evangelism/discipleship/prayer/stewardship/marriage/expository preaching/praisercize who wonders when you will get your priorities straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are radically different temperaments when it comes to opposition response. It's been observed that Teddy Roosevelt required opposition in order to be fully energized. If he didn't have any opposition, he'd stir some up. Winston Churchill got bored by agreement. Criticism—from his own party, from the opposition, or from his nation's enemies—fueled him like a double espresso. When Hitler appeared, Churchill found the opponent he'd been waiting for his whole life. His finest hour was the courageous fight against a truly evil adversary.&lt;br /&gt;Some leaders are not intimidated by opposition; they actually thrive on it. It wakes them up. It energizes them. It calls them to battle. It causes them to mobilize their thoughts and energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neville Chamberlain, for example, is historically associated with the word appeasement. "Peace in our time,' he said at Munich. He thought that if he could just give enough ground to Hitler, conflict could be avoided and everyone would be happy (except the Poles, the Czechs, the Austrians, and the Jews).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder where you are on the Churchill—Chamberlain spectrum? My guess is that most pastors fall on the appeasement side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know that either temperament has a spiritual advantage. A friend of mine served as an elder in a church that hired a pastor who made General Patton look like he needed assertiveness training. But this did not mean the pastor was a fearless leader. It just meant he was an ego-centered stubborn little tyrant whose fated ended the same as Yertle the Turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other side, I know a pastor in the southwest who has faced mean-spirited, ill-advised, bad-hearted opposition from a key lay leader for years. He's been trying appeasement the whole time (although he would not admit that even to himself). And it has cost him effectiveness, energy, joy, and self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have given up the idea that there is an opposition-free church out there. But I have gained something else—an appreciation for the gift of opposition. When it comes, I learn something about my motives. When it comes, I get to test my courage. When it comes, the truth about my humility (or lack thereof) is revealed. When it comes, blind spots get exposed that would otherwise do damage. When it comes, I am given the opportunity to grow strong. When it comes, I discover that I am the opposition in more lives than I ever would have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I meet the force stronger than any opposition. The force that can call opponents a brood of vipers. The force that can also forgive opponents because "they know not what they do." &lt;strong&gt;In opposition, there is grace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Ortberg is editor at large of Leadership and pastor of Menlo Park (CA) Presbyterian Church.&lt;/em&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/17528834-1219011955755076422?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.christianitytoday.com/leaders/newsletter/2008/cln80714.html' title='The Gift of Opposition'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/1219011955755076422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=1219011955755076422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1219011955755076422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1219011955755076422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift-of-opposition.html' title='The Gift of Opposition'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SH8HVYlgUHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ayiOT6rADdg/s72-c/080714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3848793818713676463</id><published>2008-07-14T06:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:44.938+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Face??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SJGkU1tMJ2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aml6OuWDtNg/s1600-h/testimonial+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SJGkU1tMJ2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aml6OuWDtNg/s200/testimonial+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229141320274814818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ast night we did an interesting workshop, conducted by an expert from Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a new device that's called Galvanic Spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied only half face for only 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;And look!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My half face was lifted.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3848793818713676463?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3848793818713676463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3848793818713676463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3848793818713676463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3848793818713676463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-face.html' title='Two Face??'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SJGkU1tMJ2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aml6OuWDtNg/s72-c/testimonial+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8550254736405201355</id><published>2008-07-13T23:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:45.094+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Huge Roti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDPswX7laI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4cYiN3oVCI8/s1600-h/oliver+pic+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224403935556244898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDPswX7laI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4cYiN3oVCI8/s200/oliver+pic+079.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;nothing to do with the Roti title..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took pics with my hosts a.k.a uplines!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twas Sunday nite, after the Galvanic Spa workshop by Jessica and Janet. We went for dinner together near the apartment. Aiza was there too. Excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna know something more amazing??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy who took the pic, was one of the waiter there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He don't know how to operate the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This happened a year ago also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably another waiter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some things, just never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-8550254736405201355?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8550254736405201355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8550254736405201355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8550254736405201355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8550254736405201355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/huge-roti.html' title='The Huge Roti!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIDPswX7laI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4cYiN3oVCI8/s72-c/oliver+pic+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-2905835500293771170</id><published>2008-07-12T21:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:43:03.591+07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The NSE Indonesian Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV4sntUyKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/l31LGH9bOZU/s1600-h/oliver+pic+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV4sntUyKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/l31LGH9bOZU/s400/oliver+pic+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234722849856735394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV5AbkinTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FiHv0ZussOY/s1600-h/oliver+pic+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV5AbkinTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FiHv0ZussOY/s400/oliver+pic+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234723190196051250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dasyaaaaaaaaaaaat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go Double, Go Go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/17528834-2905835500293771170?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/2905835500293771170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=2905835500293771170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2905835500293771170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2905835500293771170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-nse-indonesian-team.html' title='All The NSE Indonesian Team'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV4sntUyKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/l31LGH9bOZU/s72-c/oliver+pic+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-2753118624693692609</id><published>2008-07-12T19:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:35:56.041+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seed Power Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV2dk6_PZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_XpkXWO3LGQ/s1600-h/oliver+pic+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV2dk6_PZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_XpkXWO3LGQ/s400/oliver+pic+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234720392387444114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stanley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor prescribe him for a LIFE TIME diabetes medicine.&lt;br /&gt;He decided to join the TRA Program, to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He DID it!&lt;br /&gt;Lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;Cholesterol level went down.&lt;br /&gt;Off with the insulin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he likes to join marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV3J2vC6RI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2eFcUK2tkPk/s1600-h/oliver+pic+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV3J2vC6RI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2eFcUK2tkPk/s400/oliver+pic+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234721153083435282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snaps with BD Wiling Tan.&lt;br /&gt;Biz partner, friend, also mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Team Elite, sir!&lt;br /&gt;GBU :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-2753118624693692609?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/2753118624693692609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=2753118624693692609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2753118624693692609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2753118624693692609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/seed-power-last-day.html' title='Seed Power Last Day'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKV2dk6_PZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_XpkXWO3LGQ/s72-c/oliver+pic+074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7824402821573237517</id><published>2008-07-12T10:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:45.778+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Store is Closed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;veryone knows how good &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fruitfromheaven.com/bp/static/g3_2.html"&gt;g3&lt;/a&gt; is!&lt;br /&gt;It tastes nice.. a bit of a mix between sweat and sour. Hm.. yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NuSkin events with out g3 is a total lost. You can't have one without the other. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SICz5ubHehI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/WQseBLUzeRA/s1600-h/oliver+pic+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially at this big event, South East Asia Speed Power! Can't imagine there would be no g3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did happen!&lt;br /&gt;Oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily not on the 1st day convention though. I bought one cup of g3 in the morning, but then the next day, when I wanna get 3 more...they run out of g3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was planning to buy 3 more cups for hand gifts (yes THREE!),&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, store is closed dear!&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC0RMbTkOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4UearuzpN8g/s1600-h/oliver+pic+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224373775236305122" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 72px; height: 116px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC0RMbTkOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4UearuzpN8g/s320/oliver+pic+002.jpg" border="0" width="159" height="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC0mlCDs6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/eVZIUk5T3Z8/s1600-h/oliver+pic+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224374142618547106" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 60px; height: 117px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC0mlCDs6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/eVZIUk5T3Z8/s200/oliver+pic+002.jpg" border="0" width="63" height="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC0_hr02LI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sJ1MnzfCpfc/s1600-h/oliver+pic+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224374571216722098" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 81px; height: 120px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC0_hr02LI/AAAAAAAAAKo/sJ1MnzfCpfc/s200/oliver+pic+002.jpg" border="0" width="93" height="119" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7824402821573237517?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7824402821573237517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7824402821573237517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7824402821573237517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7824402821573237517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/store-is-closed.html' title='Store is Closed!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIC0RMbTkOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4UearuzpN8g/s72-c/oliver+pic+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-5339553304842867926</id><published>2008-07-11T18:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:46:56.478+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snaps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ome activities during first day Seed Power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snaps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snaps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snaps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKVrnoqIqEI/AAAAAAAAATg/Vw9xgj1yIdA/s1600-h/oliver+pic+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKVrnoqIqEI/AAAAAAAAATg/Vw9xgj1yIdA/s320/oliver+pic+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234708470561286210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures with one of the founders, Steve Lunn.&lt;br /&gt;Even though didn't get a good angle.&lt;br /&gt;Worth the effort :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tagging along with whatever group who's posing..&lt;br /&gt;actually I thought that guy was Fendy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKVsBjJS9zI/AAAAAAAAATo/wAvMZo0zUbM/s1600-h/oliver+pic+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKVsBjJS9zI/AAAAAAAAATo/wAvMZo0zUbM/s320/oliver+pic+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234708915757971250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also one with an old friend from Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen her in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Now she's the new Blue Diamond from Penang.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats girl!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-5339553304842867926?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/5339553304842867926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=5339553304842867926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5339553304842867926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5339553304842867926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/snaps.html' title='Snaps!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SKVrnoqIqEI/AAAAAAAAATg/Vw9xgj1yIdA/s72-c/oliver+pic+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8611119573150929485</id><published>2008-07-11T16:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:45.987+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='convention'/><title type='text'>Seed Power - Genting, Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SICmMjTHqnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YyoBLZlNnUo/s1600-h/oliver+pic+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224358302313851506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SICmMjTHqnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YyoBLZlNnUo/s320/oliver+pic+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M.A.D.E Alliance Indonesia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though not totally a complete team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together we CAN make a difference in other people's life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go DOUBLE! Dahsyat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-8611119573150929485?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8611119573150929485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8611119573150929485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8611119573150929485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8611119573150929485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/seed-power-genting-malaysia.html' title='Seed Power - Genting, Malaysia'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SICmMjTHqnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YyoBLZlNnUo/s72-c/oliver+pic+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4609219997219477730</id><published>2008-07-11T08:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:46.215+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Seed Power!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SICvE6UxdII/AAAAAAAAAKA/2aMiPZepw9M/s1600-h/oliver+pic+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224368066660496514" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 168px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SICvE6UxdII/AAAAAAAAAKA/2aMiPZepw9M/s320/oliver+pic+001.jpg" border="0" width="255" height="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am we all arrived in the convention area. That's me, Siamy, Xavier, and another guy which I don't know whatz his name woz (seriously!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go straight to the registration area, since we were supposed to registered yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Ninik, one of our account manager from Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;"Hallo, apa kabar?" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hand out one big gift bag.&lt;br /&gt;I was excited receiving it, since everything from NSE is always great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chit chatting, I went back again to the main hall. Meet up with a lot of old friends.&lt;br /&gt;You can here lots of: "Hallo!" , "Hi..!", "Wow, you look great!"&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everybody is enjoying their time, catching up and updating any news that they can share. Sure, twas a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice meeting you all!&lt;br /&gt;Twas a nice welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4609219997219477730?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4609219997219477730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4609219997219477730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4609219997219477730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4609219997219477730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-seed-power.html' title='Welcome to Seed Power!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SICvE6UxdII/AAAAAAAAAKA/2aMiPZepw9M/s72-c/oliver+pic+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6855732014774862051</id><published>2008-07-09T13:19:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:46.819+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey Starts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7Rt4Mp_TI/AAAAAAAAARY/TrgvLzRG78w/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7Rt4Mp_TI/AAAAAAAAARY/TrgvLzRG78w/s200/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228346803533511986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he moment we put on our luggage, Howard has already create a list of plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we need to have lunch, just at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bintang&lt;/span&gt; area. Can choose anything we want, since there is no preferences. We decided to eat local Chinese Food. Tasted very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7U5m4HlHI/AAAAAAAAARg/uyIrSmQA-Do/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7U5m4HlHI/AAAAAAAAARg/uyIrSmQA-Do/s200/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228350303577281650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next plan is, we are heading Batu Cave. We are going to do it like the locals, taking the bus. So, there's two type of bus that we're taking. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt; (U) bus, and B-bus &lt;em&gt;-totally forgot what the B stands for!&lt;/em&gt; The cool thing is, we just need to pay once for each bus, and we can ride free for the whole day. One bus ticket is RM 2. Cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of we go, heading Batu Cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just this close to get off the bus, since it's raining. Even just small drops. So, when the bus passes the bus stop, we just continue to take another round with it. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; the rain would stop.&lt;br /&gt;So, there we are heading to the final post with this bus. At the end, apparently we still need to change buses, since there's another one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;queuing&lt;/span&gt;. OK then, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after I think 20 minutes, then I guess the bus started to take off. We did pass the same road that we came before. It goes by the residences. Interesting architecture. Too bad my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;batt&lt;/span&gt; is low, I can't take pictures. One thing Howard told me, is that these buses are allowed to stop anywhere if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;passengers&lt;/span&gt; wants to go off. But they are not allowed to pick up passengers anywhere they like. Should be at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7Vvi7yxZI/AAAAAAAAARo/b23KzywxdNA/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7Vvi7yxZI/AAAAAAAAARo/b23KzywxdNA/s200/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228351230231889298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally we arrived in Batu Cave. Still raining. We make a small stop in one of the mini market at the Batu Cave area, just to avoid the rains :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, off we go, climbing up all the stairs, heading the top. 279 stairs it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-6855732014774862051?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6855732014774862051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6855732014774862051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6855732014774862051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6855732014774862051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/journey-starts.html' title='Journey Starts!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI7Rt4Mp_TI/AAAAAAAAARY/TrgvLzRG78w/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7588514580972439696</id><published>2008-07-09T06:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:47.189+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his morning I'll be flying towards Kuala Lumpur..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIr0rYDN_4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/CVgk0_8_1e4/s1600-h/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIr0rYDN_4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/CVgk0_8_1e4/s200/DSC00007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227259343544385410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were 6 of us: me, Dion, sunny, Eva, handy, tante piha.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Howard and Annie will be joining us in KL. They took Air Asia instead of Malaysian Air.&lt;br /&gt;I was seated near a bapak who's been sleeping all the way. Hm. No chance to talk. At the back, Eva has already making friends with the girl across her, since she's sitting by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, Sunny Dion and Handy were giggling all the way. Don't know what they're talking about, but seems fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, never forget to pose!&lt;br /&gt;Say Cheese!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;".. pesawat ku, terbang ke bulan.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7588514580972439696?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7588514580972439696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7588514580972439696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7588514580972439696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7588514580972439696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/heading-kl.html' title='Heading KL'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIr0rYDN_4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/CVgk0_8_1e4/s72-c/DSC00007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7354466364128114364</id><published>2008-07-03T10:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:47.349+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SG3UUz06C8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/wy-1qX8Zo8s/s1600-h/3130546r.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SG3UUz06C8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/wy-1qX8Zo8s/s200/3130546r.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060997166861250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple tribute to Nancy Poh,&lt;br /&gt;from BD Siamy Tan&lt;br /&gt;(via text message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time&lt;br /&gt;someone who was in your space left,&lt;br /&gt;and went to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BD Nancy Poh, BD Hock Seng's wife in Spore,&lt;br /&gt;passed away @ 4.45am this morning,&lt;br /&gt;for virus infection in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She was a giving, loving woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a founding member of MADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and made a huge differences to others around her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in her quiet soft and humble presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a moment to remember her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless Hock Seng and her 3 daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, God bless Hock Seng and the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..when you walk, through the storm, hold your head up high, and don't be afraid of the dark, at the end of a storm there's a golden sky, and the sweat silver song of a lark. Walk on, through the wind, walk on through the rain, tho' your dream be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, and you'll never walk alone. You'll never walk, alone.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7354466364128114364?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3rjITmEBu8&amp;feature=related' title='A Tribute'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7354466364128114364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7354466364128114364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7354466364128114364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7354466364128114364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/tribute.html' title='A Tribute'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SG3UUz06C8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/wy-1qX8Zo8s/s72-c/3130546r.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7256117121152541249</id><published>2008-07-03T07:53:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:47.821+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Nancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SG3P-5sQEBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TAVxUvk-Fwk/s1600-h/sympathy2thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219056222737534994" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 104px; cursor: pointer; height: 104px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SG3P-5sQEBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TAVxUvk-Fwk/s200/sympathy2thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oday was supposed to be just an ordinary day. Last nite planned to do all the regular stuffs, start calling and inviting for the next biz meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning was quite different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with just one text message from my biz partner in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;It was a sad news. We lost our beloved friend and biz partner in Sg. One humble and quite lady, Ms. Nancy Poh. It was quite a shocking news for all of us around the region, since first of all, she's only 43 years old, still active, no symptoms of any danger illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"...Dear Friends, Nancy Poh just passed away peacefully with her family by her side. Apparently a virus that started like stomach flu 2 days ago. Was admitted to A&amp;amp;E last nite, but she left us about 6 hours ago. Please pray for Hock Seng and the girls..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Nancy had been having a flu since Monday. She vomited at Park Mall during the day (30 Jun, month-end closing). The following day she was too ill to attend the MADE Anniversary function. Last night (2 July) at 10pm, Hock Seng took her to the hospital to put her on a drip as she hadn't been eating well. Her blood pressure was low. The X-Ray showed an infection of the lung and further tests alarmed the doctors who then informed Hock Seng that the virus had attacked the heart and to prepare for the worst. By then Nancy was no longer conscious. He got his 3 girls to the hospital and they were all together when Nancy passed away peacefully at about 4.45am..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Dear Friends, with a heavy heart I pass you the sad news that Hock Seng just lost his beloved wife Nancy.. I was just informed that Nancy passed away last night due to a viral infection. Our hearts go out to Hock Seng...&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI742kRb-QI/AAAAAAAAASw/7biIiPXx19o/s1600-h/w+Nancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 54px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SI742kRb-QI/AAAAAAAAASw/7biIiPXx19o/s200/w+Nancy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228389833757161730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then, God decide differently. Nancy had to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll missed you Nancy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making a difference in many people's lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7256117121152541249?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7256117121152541249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7256117121152541249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7256117121152541249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7256117121152541249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-nancy.html' title='Bye Nancy'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SG3P-5sQEBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TAVxUvk-Fwk/s72-c/sympathy2thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4150593241727069523</id><published>2008-07-01T00:48:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:47.959+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scene on KFP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SG3INYK-etI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EZLZKic6Cdk/s1600-h/kung-fu-panda-maquette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219047675344616146" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 159px; cursor: pointer; height: 188px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SG3INYK-etI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EZLZKic6Cdk/s200/kung-fu-panda-maquette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oday i went and watch Kung Fu Panda movie with Vera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily it's on week days, so not a lot of crowds, and even though it's still school holidays, but already passed bed times for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the movie, since it was very very funny. Also shows that actually anyone can just do anything if they have the heart. Never say I CAN'T &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-still don't understand why people say that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You would be amazed in the ability that you have. You just haven't realized it. Try to focus on the things you enjoy (like food for Po!) and then work on the other things along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last scene of the movie when Po was lying with Master Shifu, after defeating Tai Lung was pretty hilarious. Reminds me of myself and some friends sometime ago in Bandung. They timed me, how long I can stand to keep quite. Apparently I can only stand still until the count of 10 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you can imagine what happened afterwards!!!&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4150593241727069523?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4150593241727069523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4150593241727069523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4150593241727069523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4150593241727069523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-scene-on-kfp.html' title='A Scene on KFP'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SG3INYK-etI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EZLZKic6Cdk/s72-c/kung-fu-panda-maquette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8324718538315317073</id><published>2008-06-28T20:08:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:48.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing the Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBrj_I4OtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hxjQiq9h9t4/s1600-h/n705241385_963219_8710%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224293833738042066" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 214px; height: 147px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBrj_I4OtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hxjQiq9h9t4/s200/n705241385_963219_8710%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arly in the morning. Meeting point in IES, Wisma Staco Casablanca. Bus already waiting to drive us all to Dunia Fantasi. Turns out only a bunch went to IES. Others already decided to go straight to Dunia Fantasi. Today we're going out with the orphanage kids from &lt;strong&gt;Beri ku Hati&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rumah Anugerah&lt;/span&gt;. Most of them are actually from my home town, Ambon. During the civil war since 1999, many of them can't go to school. That's why now they're all staying in this orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBsdj4O1SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jjOhr_0dvWQ/s1600-h/n705241385_963207_5395%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224294822852875554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 185px; height: 120px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBsdj4O1SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/jjOhr_0dvWQ/s200/n705241385_963207_5395%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBwY-i1R5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/an1yLWWkl-0/s1600-h/n705241385_963206_5114%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224299142158043026" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 178px; height: 120px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBwY-i1R5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/an1yLWWkl-0/s200/n705241385_963206_5114%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; These are some pictures when they are posing with a group of entertainer from Dunia Fantasi. They enjoyed their time there. Some never ever even tried this simple ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBvoUSou9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6HqwFXSluhw/s1600-h/Image%28051%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBvSj0rRHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cLDGOk8TrdA/s1600-h/Image%28050%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224297932394284146" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 135px; height: 144px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBvSj0rRHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cLDGOk8TrdA/s200/Image%28050%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBu7pUa76I/AAAAAAAAAJA/gxNHPfXfZ48/s1600-h/Image%28049%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224297538732617634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 153px; height: 140px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBu7pUa76I/AAAAAAAAAJA/gxNHPfXfZ48/s200/Image%28049%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One kid in my group, not more then 10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where he got the guts to tried all the scary and creepy games! Together with Pastor Tommy's children, Paul and TJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all tried lots of games and enjoying each others' company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that day was a total fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-8324718538315317073?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8324718538315317073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8324718538315317073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8324718538315317073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8324718538315317073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/06/sharing-love.html' title='Sharing the Love'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBrj_I4OtI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hxjQiq9h9t4/s72-c/n705241385_963219_8710%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-5062366841720965857</id><published>2008-06-27T23:17:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:48.648+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o, here's the thing about me and my friend, Vera.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBVUY646PI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5BdrwBy7aZA/s1600-h/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Usually we planned things last minutes. That's one for sure. Like tonight. We decided to go and see the famous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sex and The City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which everybody is talking about! Some say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itz&lt;/span&gt; good. Others got disappointed with the story. Another just got excited with all the nice shoes, dresses, etc. just the fashion! Well, me on the other hand, was just curious. I had nothing expect, since I'm just so so about the series. Not addicted at all. If it's there I watched, if not, then it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;p align="left"&gt;That's about the movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;About me and Vera, when we hang out -&lt;em&gt;since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itz&lt;/span&gt; unplanned,&lt;/em&gt; no one ever carry a camera &lt;em&gt;(of course la!)&lt;/em&gt; But the funny thing is, every time we like taking pics. So, thank God they invented camera phones! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I don't remembered how many times these kind of things happened. We just took off, then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*click*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! Feel the urge to pose. Even it's not that important. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBXQ9SMqcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qZb9fQoozwY/s1600-h/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224271516590188994" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 113px; height: 83px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBXQ9SMqcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qZb9fQoozwY/s200/DSC00138.jpg" border="0" width="133" height="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend in need, is a friend in deed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in need of posing! "Say Cheese...")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this was taken while waiting for the movie -still manage!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-5062366841720965857?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/5062366841720965857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=5062366841720965857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5062366841720965857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5062366841720965857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SIBXQ9SMqcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qZb9fQoozwY/s72-c/DSC00138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4520292744571463391</id><published>2008-06-16T15:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:13:45.132+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Default Sans Serif,Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Default Monospace,Courier New,Courier,monospace;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is hilarious :)) &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;thank's Therman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(free translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;**************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A boss talking to his secretary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"We will be leaving for a business trip for a week. Please prepared yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The secretary on the phone with her husband"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Honey, i'm leaving for a business trip."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The husband, calling his mistress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"My wife is leaving for a week, can we meet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mistress to her tutor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Hi Kid, i'll be very busy this whole week. Let's cancel this week's lesson, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The Kid talking to his grandpa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Gramps, there'll be no tutoring for a week, the teacher is busy. Let's hang out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Grandpa ( = the BOSS) calling his secretary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"I'll be hanging out with my grandson this week, meeting is canceled"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Secretary on the phone with her husband":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Honey, something came up, boss canceled the trip"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Husband calling his mistress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"You can't come over, my wife's trip is canceled"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mistress on the phone with her tutor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Kid, tutoring is still on schedule!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The kid, speaking with his grandpa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Gramps, my teacher said that the tutor is still on. You can go with your plan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Grandpa talking with his secretary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"We schedule another business trip this week. You be prepared, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4520292744571463391?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4520292744571463391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4520292744571463391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4520292744571463391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4520292744571463391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/06/dough.html' title='Dough!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-5724979155995296363</id><published>2008-06-10T17:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:39:04.052+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it or leave it! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A friend forwarded this on one of the mailing list that I'm joining.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel lucky that I'm a woman :) take it or leave it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;will translate later when i have time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jika dikatakan cantik dikira menggoda ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;jika dibilang jelek di sangka menghina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bila dibilang lemah dia protes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;bila dibilang perkasa dia nangis .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Maunya emansipasi, tapi disuruh benerin genteng, nolak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(sambil ngomel masa disamakan dengan cowok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Maunya emansipasi, tapi disuruh berdiri di bis malah cemberut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(sambil ngomel,Egois amat sih cowok ini tidak punya perasaan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Jika di tanyakan siapa yang paling dibanggakan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;kebanyakan bilang Ibunya ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;tapi kenapa ya .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;lebih bangga jadi wanita karir, padahal ibunya adalah ibu rumah tangga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bila kesalahannya diingatkankan, mukanya merah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;bila di ajari, mukanya merah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;bila di sanjung, mukanya merah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;jika marah, mukanya merah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;kok sama semua ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;bingung !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ditanya ya atau tidak, jawabnya diam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ditanya tidak atau ya, jawabnya diam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ditanya ya atau ya, jawabnya diam;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ditanya tidak atau tidak, jawabnya diam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ketika didiamkan malah marah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(repot kita disuruh jadi dukun yang bisa nebak jawabannya).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dibilang ceriwis, marah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;dibilang berisik, ngambek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;dibilang banyak mulut, tersinggung,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;tapi kalau dibilang S u p e l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;wadow seneng banget..padahal sama saja maksudnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dibilang gemuk, engga senang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;padahal maksud kita sehat gitu lho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;dibilang kurus, malah senang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;padahal maksud kita "kenapa elho jadi begini !!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Itulah WANITA makin kita bingung makin senang DIA !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank's yani!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/17528834-5724979155995296363?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/5724979155995296363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=5724979155995296363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5724979155995296363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/5724979155995296363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/06/take-it-or-leave-it.html' title='Take it or leave it! :)'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-358922369229166412</id><published>2008-05-25T22:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:14:56.657+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;very time Meiriza came to Jakarta, me and Vera always have the need to hang out with her. Until now it feels like a routine that we need to do. Every 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;So this time, when Louis canceled the dine out last night, there was nothing to do. So, the last text i received from Vera "Meet up Sunday lunch time.Can?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, after confirming here and there, finally we decided to meet up at Plaza Semanggi. Merry came with her little sister, Friska. We still don't know where we are heading. Last text, Vera said, she still need to confirm with the owner of the house. Hmm. Sounds mysterious. But, everyone played along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took off from Plaza Semanggi around 2 or 3 pm (Forgot). Don't know where we are heading. Oh, at least she said we're heading Bogor. Hmm. Stop to fill in gas, take cash, etc. A lot of effort for this Bogor trip considering the oil price just went up. We re still figuring out along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You planning to buy a house here? It's too far. How are we going to hang out if it's this far!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Investing in buying land maybe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apartment? Can not be. Still too far!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera still kept silence, not a single word. Just smiling and agreeing for every statement that we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at one point she said, "Look out for the kantor Kecamatan!!"&lt;br /&gt;You're kidding me? after all the long trip, we're here to visit the camat??&lt;br /&gt;No, apparently we can orientate easier from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, true, in a sec suddenly we are off from the main road, into the small roads. But still don't know where we are heading, and for sure, I think Vera don't know where she's going also. She seems texting in one hand and driving with the other. Stopping every 50 meters to ask for house numbers and direction. Finally she decided to call and ask for directions. Another voice seems guiding her. We then decide to change drivers. I'll be behind the wheel, and she'll be looking for the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, just when i put the gear to R, the car won't move, in the middle of the road. Stuck!! Another car was waiting right behind us. UGH. Great timing!!&lt;br /&gt;Change drivers again, back to the owner. But no luck. She started dialing her phone, calling husband for the rescue (Ooh, like that would help! hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;Across, few bunch of eyes still watching us struggling with the car. A group of teenagers, sitting there playing guitar. Finally we gave up. Three elegant, lady like, girls to the rescue :) Roll our sleeves, and about to push the car aside.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the teenagers volunteered themselves to help us out :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the car finally started! What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start driving back, heading the direction we came from. Not far from there, then we stop in front of a house. Some one opening the gate, and Vera drove the car towards the garage. A young lady was standing in front of the car, helping Vera to park. Smiling. I didn't know who she was, and since i thought Vera was talking with a "ibu" on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"That's not an "ibu". She's still young." i told Vera.&lt;br /&gt;"You don't recognize her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly from the back seat, Merry said, "Anne!"&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized, it's Anne, our long lost friend from high school. Last time i met her was during another wedding party 6 or 7 years ago. So, this was a totally nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Tx Vera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-358922369229166412?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/358922369229166412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=358922369229166412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/358922369229166412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/358922369229166412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/05/nice-surprise.html' title='A Nice Surprise'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-1271074537763672819</id><published>2008-02-20T15:30:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:40:01.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Always Your Next Move - again from Jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got this incredible new friend, who i only met once, last year during my trip to Singapore. Her name is Jean. Ever since she joined our MADE "troops", we kept on receiving many inspiring words from her. Some i posted here on my blog. It has always been a blessing and inspiration for me. Hope it would be for you also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank's a lot Jean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The keys to your universe lie with the choices you make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;You don't have to buy from anyone or work at any particular job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt; You don't have to participate in any given relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;You can choose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;The choice is always yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;You hold the tiller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;You steer the course you choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt; in the direction of where you want to be today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;tomorrow, or in a distant time to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;You can at any time decide to alter the course of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;No one can ever take that away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-1271074537763672819?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/1271074537763672819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=1271074537763672819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1271074537763672819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1271074537763672819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-always-your-next-move-again-from.html' title='It&apos;s Always Your Next Move - again from Jean'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-178515376821276131</id><published>2008-02-14T15:19:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:17:07.901+07:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine it is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ike always,&lt;br /&gt;every Valentine's Day in Indonesia there will always be contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;One organizations says it's haram, but then many still celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for everyone out there, who understands that Valentine's Day is deeper then just seeing it as ones culture. Just embrace it, and be a blessing to others thru it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrating just ONE special day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as a reminder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that LOVE is a blessing that need to be shared around everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank's for allowing GOD to use you as a tool in blessing ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all my friend who's reading this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-178515376821276131?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/178515376821276131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=178515376821276131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/178515376821276131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/178515376821276131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-it-is.html' title='valentine it is!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-2129001356169958081</id><published>2008-01-27T14:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:26:32.612+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hm.</title><content type='html'>i think..&lt;br /&gt;and i thought..&lt;br /&gt;and think again..&lt;br /&gt;and thought again..&lt;br /&gt;and re-think..&lt;br /&gt;and re-thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;it's a no go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think? [lha?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-2129001356169958081?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/2129001356169958081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=2129001356169958081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2129001356169958081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2129001356169958081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/01/hm.html' title='hm.'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8766442223918684857</id><published>2008-01-20T01:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:37:21.980+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE TO A WILLING HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;You can do anything in this world you want to do,&lt;br /&gt;but you must want to do it badly enough.&lt;br /&gt;You really can have everything you want, if you go after it.&lt;br /&gt;You have to want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ingredient of success is desire.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you want?&lt;br /&gt;Your desire is the planting of your seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your desire for success must be so strong within you&lt;br /&gt;that it's the very breath of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It must be your first thought when you wake in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and your last thought when you go to bed at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be whatever you make up your mind to be.&lt;br /&gt;What's in your mind is all that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from Jean Hoong-made to success mailing list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/17528834-8766442223918684857?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8766442223918684857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8766442223918684857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8766442223918684857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8766442223918684857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-is-impossible-to-willing-heart.html' title='NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE TO A WILLING HEART'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3730473190573779577</id><published>2008-01-01T15:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:18:01.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you think or God thinks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ery nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someday...&lt;br /&gt;Somehow...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you prayed for, will come true.&lt;br /&gt;It may not be in the exact package that you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;but it'll be what GOD thinks is best for you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the sms es i've received during xmas, which touches me most.&lt;br /&gt;I than used it again to sent it to others during New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it would be a blessing for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;-thank's Henry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3730473190573779577?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3730473190573779577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3730473190573779577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3730473190573779577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3730473190573779577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-think-or-god-thinks.html' title='you think or God thinks?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4022033480253952904</id><published>2007-10-29T18:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:20:41.225+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself, and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;id you know that I actually happen to have several nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still little, my parents called me "Verny" from Verena, coz of that I called myself "Eny".&lt;br /&gt;Later on, after we returned from Australia, I lived with my grandma, and she preferred to called me "Maya" for some personal reason. So then, i grew up with most people calling me by that name, and there's still a few called me Verny. But the name Eny never showed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school period, when usually you got picked up by anything that just pop into your classmate's mind. So, of course, the nick "Ayam" came up along the way, taken from "Maya" if you read it backwards. Some of my friends like Elma, Corky, Stanley, they still call me that, even make it more complete: Ayam Goreng - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fried chicken it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my bandung friends -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thatz peers and house mates&lt;/span&gt;,  calls me Maya, but one particular house mate call me "mbaMey", even though am not born in that month. Probably maybe becoz I call her "Ajung" instead of Betti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandung colleges prefer to call me by Verena, since there is two Maya at the office.&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta office, and biz partners mostly called me Verena or some shortened it to "Ve".&lt;br /&gt;But Vincent then called me Pepe, instead of Ve. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about that, Windo?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church,... hmm a bit complicated. LifeGroup (LG) members called me "Maya", since Eduard, one of my former university friend,  was the one who introduced me to that LG, but then there are also biz friends who attend the same church with me, who called me by the name "Verena".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, how do I call you?"&lt;br /&gt;"either is fine, both are me anyway!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4022033480253952904?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4022033480253952904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4022033480253952904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4022033480253952904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4022033480253952904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-myself-and.html' title='Me, Myself, and...'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4971569585722346478</id><published>2007-10-11T17:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:23:06.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bung, Malaysia Trully Asia???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Malaysia urges Indonesia to drop plans to sue over folk song"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;written in Jakarta Post. The folk song they were referring to is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Rasa Sayang ee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, that actually is a Maluku folk song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was so pissed reading the article. The arrogant Malaysian Minister said that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "The song has its roots in Malay archipelago which includes Indonesia, Malaysia, southern Thailand and Brunei, and is also sung by people southern Africa, and Sri Lanka."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [quoted]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of course la!!! Didn't he know that in the 60s, this was the most popular song (and the easiest one!) that was sung among students? Afterwards then it was chosen as an International Student's Song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So, that's why it is well known, even in Africa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this guy, a chairman from the advisory board of a copyright organization!!! Gosh!! Even worse, an Ambonese!! He said  (in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harian Media Indonesia&lt;/span&gt;) that it's OK for the Malaysian to use that song, since the author is unknown. Omigod!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Londonderry Air" is an Ireland folk song, was sang during JFK's funeral since his ancestors are Irish. Even though the author is anon, and then the song was popular again in the US (the "Danny Boy" song) by Jim Reeves an American singer, still it's registered as Ireland Folk Song.&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bung&lt;/span&gt;, the anon part won't be a "big deal", as long as you understand the root of the song, and understand your own culture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NOW, why "Rasa Sayang ee" is a Maluku Folk Song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Bung)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa sayang ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rasa sayang, sayang ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ee, lia dari jau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rasa sayang, sayang ee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is SO common to use the word "ee..." in conversations among Maluku people. I bet there are no such dialects in Malaysia that uses this expression, like the one in "Rasa Sayang ee.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm is definitely TOTALLY NOT a Malay style... c'mooon, where did a malay picked that kind of rhythm?? while visiting someone in Maluku??? Yeah, right! Pough-lease!!! You can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, stop this nonsense Malaysia!!&lt;br /&gt;Be creative and pick your own song (and culture, and batik, whatever!!)&lt;br /&gt;Don't use my Ambonese song!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;btw, you are all welcome to sign a petition regarding this matter at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/rasasyge/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4971569585722346478?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thejakartapost.com/detailgeneral.asp?fileid=20071005174413&amp;irec=33' title='Bung, Malaysia Trully Asia???'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4971569585722346478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4971569585722346478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4971569585722346478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4971569585722346478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/10/malaysia-trully-asia.html' title='Bung, Malaysia Trully Asia???'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-2785033559034303976</id><published>2007-10-02T22:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:48.831+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Beautiful Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/RwJskhuWmYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/x0jTsVGOEs8/s1600-h/Pravs+J+-+Life+Beautiful+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/RwJskhuWmYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/x0jTsVGOEs8/s320/Pravs+J+-+Life+Beautiful+Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116771501430184322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-2785033559034303976?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/2785033559034303976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=2785033559034303976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2785033559034303976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2785033559034303976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/10/lifes-beautiful-picture.html' title='Life&apos;s Beautiful Picture'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/RwJskhuWmYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/x0jTsVGOEs8/s72-c/Pravs+J+-+Life+Beautiful+Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4562078553163748130</id><published>2007-10-02T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:49.007+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/RwJfNBuWmWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Fb3RYgOBWy8/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/RwJfNBuWmWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Fb3RYgOBWy8/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116756804052097378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Beautiful is Your creation&lt;br /&gt;You're glorious in every way&lt;br /&gt;You surround us with&lt;br /&gt;Your faithful love&lt;br /&gt;And we can trust in all You say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful God&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful O God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy of all glory&lt;br /&gt;All honor and praise&lt;br /&gt;All to You our God&lt;br /&gt;Forever and always&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy of our worship&lt;br /&gt;And worthy of our love&lt;br /&gt;We stand in awe of&lt;br /&gt;All You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are love&lt;br /&gt;You are life&lt;br /&gt;You are all glorious&lt;br /&gt;You are love&lt;br /&gt;You are life&lt;br /&gt;You are all glorious&lt;/pre&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/17528834-4562078553163748130?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4562078553163748130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4562078553163748130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4562078553163748130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4562078553163748130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/10/wonderful-god.html' title='Wonderful God'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/RwJfNBuWmWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Fb3RYgOBWy8/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-486020792103527654</id><published>2007-09-30T22:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:28:01.288+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting To Win IS EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;From Jean-Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTING TO WIN IS EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr width="98%"&gt;   &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is connected with continuous action.&lt;br /&gt;It's largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go.&lt;br /&gt;You're not finished when you're defeated,&lt;br /&gt;you're only finished when you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important quality essential to success is perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;It overcomes almost everything, even nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a fresh start any time you choose.&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not in the falling down, but in the staying down.&lt;br /&gt;It's not over until it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've got the courage to stick it out, you'll attain your goal.&lt;br /&gt;Winning isn't everything, but wanting to is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again.&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/17528834-486020792103527654?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/486020792103527654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=486020792103527654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/486020792103527654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/486020792103527654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/09/wanting-to-win-is-everything.html' title='Wanting To Win IS EVERYTHING'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-6413558860480749824</id><published>2007-09-29T23:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:26:34.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good ALL the time</title><content type='html'>Today's the last day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Last day to achieve the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till yesteday, I was short around 700pts, thatz like IDR 7M.&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning, in my prayers, I thank God for fulfilling it, since this is HIS biz, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;"This is YOUR biz God, You still need 700 pts to go!&lt;br /&gt;If You want to use me as part of the solution,&lt;br /&gt;I thank You in advance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Today, i closed a 1000 pts!&lt;br /&gt;MORE than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;All because of HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ask and it shall be given (abundantly!)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-6413558860480749824?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/6413558860480749824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=6413558860480749824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6413558860480749824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/6413558860480749824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/09/god-is-good-all-time.html' title='God is good ALL the time'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-8708908671062334401</id><published>2007-09-21T17:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:24:29.811+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he indispensable first step to getting the things you want out of life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Decide what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You must first establish your objectives&lt;br /&gt;if you're going to accomplish anything in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;Goals give you a place to start and a final destination.&lt;br /&gt;People with goals succeed because they know where they're going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determine what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Decide on your major objectives, targets, aims, and destination.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know where you're going, how can you expect to get there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What are your goals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What are you doing to reach them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Plant your dreams, nourish and begin to live them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The most important thing about a goal is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;having one!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*********************************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;from a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-8708908671062334401?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/8708908671062334401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=8708908671062334401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8708908671062334401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/8708908671062334401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-goals-no-achievements-man.html' title='You have it?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-508295413953447164</id><published>2007-09-12T23:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:42:41.522+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step out and Act!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="headline"&gt;The Land of Hope&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="subhead"&gt;Today's Scripture&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="scripture"&gt;“I've pitched my tent in the Land of Hope” (Acts 2:26 Message). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="subhead"&gt;Today's Word from Joel and Victoria&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you pitched your tent today?&lt;br /&gt;What are you expecting to happen in your life?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of attitude do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're focused on whats wrong, or whats not working,  its time to dig up your tent stakes!&lt;br /&gt;Its time to pack up your belongings and move out of the land of discouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move out of the “Not-going-to- happen” sub-division. Move out of “Can't-do-it-ville.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to leave “Self-pity Estates.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of those areas and move into the land of hope, faith, and expectation.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't quite know how to get there, but nows the time to start looking for that new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Open your heart to the Lord and ask Him to direct your thoughts and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says that those who hope in the Lord will never be put to shame.&lt;br /&gt;You can trust God to order your steps.&lt;br /&gt;You can trust Him to move you from the land of disappointment to the land of hope today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/17528834-508295413953447164?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/508295413953447164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=508295413953447164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/508295413953447164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/508295413953447164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/09/step-out-and-act.html' title='Step out and Act!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-2638532096026179986</id><published>2007-09-11T23:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:38:58.169+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enuf</title><content type='html'>Never in my entire life that I would imagine myself sitting here watching a javanese dance performance!!&lt;br /&gt;On TV, it looks totally bored. Very very slow.&lt;br /&gt;In the old days, when there's only TVRI -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no other choices&lt;/span&gt;,  and the program shows javanese dance performance, usually we just turn off the TV. Better off doing something more exciting. No hard feelings, man! But on TV it doesn't look great at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonite, after dinner in Sekar Kedaton, I joinned the group and saw the performance.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, totally cool! I mean, twas very elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Am amazed with myself now.&lt;br /&gt;Enuf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-2638532096026179986?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/2638532096026179986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=2638532096026179986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2638532096026179986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/2638532096026179986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/09/enuf.html' title='Enuf'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-4267239506845386590</id><published>2007-09-09T14:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:24:42.989+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts-and Science-Believer, this is for YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From YAF-IES mailing list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Kimberly Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last Friday, I was studying the Bible with a group of friends and learned that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even before man knew that the Earth "floats" in space, even before we've learned about the universe and discovered the galaxies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JOB 26:7 He spreads out the northern skies over empty space, he suspends the earth over nothing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thousands of years, man thought the Earth is flat until Aristotle theorized that it might be round and in 1492, Christopher Columbus' voyage proved that our Earth is indeed spherical...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ISAIAH 40:22 He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth, and it's people are like grasshoppers&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was only lately that science has proven that the wind has weight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JOB 28:25 When He imparted weight to the wind and meted out the waters by measure&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only when did the scientists discovered that the Earth has several layers and the very core of which is a ball of fire?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Job 28:5 The earth, from it comes food, and underneath it is turned up as fire.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing it is to know that these verses were written during B.C. even way before any of these proofs of science we're discovered, proven and accepted as facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed these little large details as much as I, as a facts-and-science- believer, was in awe of them, and in awe of our amazing God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-4267239506845386590?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/4267239506845386590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=4267239506845386590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4267239506845386590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/4267239506845386590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/09/facts-and-science-believer-this-is-for.html' title='Facts-and Science-Believer, this is for YOU!'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3523696060122521956</id><published>2007-09-03T15:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:46:49.241+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today we serve Krispy Kreme..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hat Sunday, my Life Group was appointed for greeters on the 10 o'clock service.&lt;br /&gt;Since we are also having a Life Group Weekend in church, I was in charge to coordinate the team to go down to the gallery after the service and serve people with Starbucks coffee and Krispy Kreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my head thinking about all this while I was greeting people who's attending the servic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISB2k7NYPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/d7SCkGCLwrk/s1600-h/granny.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISB2k7NYPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/d7SCkGCLwrk/s200/granny.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225444242281554162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Suddenly, an old lady came to me, and asked:&lt;br /&gt;"Do you still have The Daily Bread?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't hear her quite well since the praise and worship has already started, I asked her again, "Sorry, but I cant hear you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she repeated her question again, "Daily Bread. Do you still have it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Daily Bread. No, today we serve Krispy Kreme, and it's down at the gallery" I replied confidently.&lt;br /&gt;"NO..NO.." she said, "The book! Our Daily Bread Book. Do you have it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized that I did something totally stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was thinking "very spiritual" about &lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/odb/odb.shtml"&gt;Our Daily Bread&lt;/a&gt;, the daily devotional book , and me on the other hand was thinking about my tummy: Daily Bread, the Coffee Shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaagghhh.. **&amp;amp;*%$#%$#&lt;br /&gt;How embarrassing!!&lt;/span&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/17528834-3523696060122521956?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3523696060122521956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3523696060122521956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3523696060122521956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3523696060122521956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-mam-today-we-serve-krispy-kreme.html' title='Today we serve Krispy Kreme..'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IW3WebyWDro/SISB2k7NYPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/d7SCkGCLwrk/s72-c/granny.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7847933247767483849</id><published>2007-08-16T23:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T23:09:39.728+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Stealing your Joy?</title><content type='html'>Are you a people pleaser? Always giving, always encouraging, always rescuing?&lt;br /&gt;God does not want you to sacrifice your happiness to keep somebody else happy.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I call "a false sense of responsibility."&lt;br /&gt;When you free yourself from that—and give those people to God—you'll not only have more time and energy, but I believe you'll be happier and better able to fulfill God's plan for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from live like a champion, Joel Osteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7847933247767483849?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://joelosteen.lakewood.cc/site/MessageViewer?em_id=3601.0&amp;printer_friendly=1&amp;s_displayDate=08/16/07' title='Who&apos;s Stealing your Joy?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7847933247767483849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7847933247767483849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7847933247767483849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7847933247767483849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/08/whos-stealing-your-joy.html' title='Who&apos;s Stealing your Joy?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-65596725856140878</id><published>2007-08-15T22:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:28:57.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger Problem, Bigger Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou and I don't have a problem that is too big for the grace of God. If our  problem gets bigger, God's grace gets bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moreover the law entered, that the offense might abound. But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 5:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own reflection on this thought:&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that really so?&lt;br /&gt;You might ask that question after reading today's thought.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's hard for us to see, but actually it's true that God's grace would be bigger if we're facing bigger problems.&lt;br /&gt;We can't see the result now, but we need to see it gradually.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I ask myself to endure when bigger problems come, because I know that God's grace is enough to see me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not easy, but again, worth to try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from Sandra's friend, Fonny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-65596725856140878?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/65596725856140878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=65596725856140878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/65596725856140878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/65596725856140878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/08/bigger-problem-bigger-grace.html' title='Bigger Problem, Bigger Grace'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-7023797000284678631</id><published>2007-08-10T22:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:30:59.177+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I in love with God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ave you ever feel in love with God?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, totally in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am.&lt;br /&gt;You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking how usually we acted when we fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;Even when it's just "a crush", we can act beyond.&lt;br /&gt;We tend to do most impossible thing to person.&lt;br /&gt;Even the most stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;We tend to sacrifice things, just to make the him/her feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you declare your love, after the crush?&lt;br /&gt;We go beyond that. Sometimes sacrificing things, and goes over our most priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, if we claimed we love God, in love with God, do we see ourselves doing the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;Not just as simple as, "show God you love Him by obeying Him, and doing all His will".&lt;br /&gt;For me now, it seemed like it's more of a "mind setting" and not came from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;Could you define yourself as totally in love with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are the same with me, this could be your prayer:&lt;br /&gt;So God,&lt;br /&gt;"a crush" is just fine,&lt;br /&gt;but if You help me to go "totally in love" with You, would definitely be better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-7023797000284678631?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/7023797000284678631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=7023797000284678631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7023797000284678631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/7023797000284678631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/10/am-i-in-love-with-god.html' title='Am I in love with God?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-1711815208907470403</id><published>2007-08-09T21:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:59:41.264+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does God blesses bad coffee shops?</title><content type='html'>One day, a coffee shop owner came to pastor, invite him to come to his coffee shop to pray and blesses his business. The pastor agrees, and ask for the address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the following day, off went the  pastor, looking for the particular street. He was lost for quite some time while looking for the road. So he decided to asked for direction. A guy then helped him to find the street, which turned out to be at the far end of a dark alley. The pastor couldn't even catch the coffee shop's board from the main street. Frankly, it's kindda like in a slump area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there he was in front of the coffee shop. He was not quite sure to get in. So he checked again for the billboard, just to make sure. Then he opens the door, and enter. Inside, he found that the room was pretty dark. He couldn't even see clearly. Only a few tables, with old table cloth. Some wooden chair, that doesn't look strong enough to carry human weight. The room has not much decorations, quite poor decorations if he may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy working behind the bars. So he approaches, introduced himself, and asked for the owner.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, welcome pastor. He's been expecting you. Please, take a seat. I'll fetch him for you. He's at the back, doing some work. Can i get you anything, coffee?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, coffee would be fine. Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, the pastor look for a table to sit down. It's kindda full with some dust. So he needed to clean it up a bit. "No problem," he thought, "i can handle dust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was waiting, the guy, who turns out to be the only waiter there, came and brings him his coffee. "Here you are, sir. Please enjoy your coffee! My boss will be with you in a second!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thanking the waiter, the Pastor pick up the mug, and starts zipping the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh, it tastes totally bad! What kind of coffee is this? Never had a bad coffee in my entire life!"he thought. But then, there's nothing he can do. He can't just spit it out in front of the waiter. What should he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While figuring out, suddenly the owner came.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Pastor! Thank's for coming. I hope you didn't have much trouble finding my coffee shop."&lt;br /&gt;So, he starts telling him how he jumps into this coffee business, why he loves it so much. That's why he wants the pastor to pray for it and bless his business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor listens carefully to his stories, but in his mind he has his own conflictions!&lt;br /&gt;"How am i supposed to pray for him? This is a terrible coffee shop. The location is not strategic. The exterior is bad, interior is worse. And the coffee itself tasted bad. Totally bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, he knows he still has to pray and ask blessing from the Lord. So, he started to pray anyway. "Dear Father Lord, i pray for this man. You know his heart. You know his plans with his business. Please bless his business, Father. In Your Mighty name, we pray. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you think God will do? will HE bless this man's coffee shop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-1711815208907470403?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/1711815208907470403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=1711815208907470403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1711815208907470403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/1711815208907470403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/08/does-god-blesses-bad-coffee-shops.html' title='Does God blesses bad coffee shops?'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17528834.post-3959055061204858487</id><published>2007-07-27T16:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:05:02.761+07:00</updated><title type='text'>again about [TRY]</title><content type='html'>I just chat with my friend Vera, about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Define [TRY]&lt;/span&gt; posted blog.&lt;br /&gt;Why when we said "I'll try.." usually we don't even bother to TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic thing is that, human doesn't like to commit. So, if there's no written contract, no declaring vows in front of God, priest/pastor, congregations, etc., usually we tend to bail out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the last time you bailed out your suppliers?&lt;br /&gt;usually you DO try to do the best that you can.&lt;br /&gt;Bailed out your boss?&lt;br /&gt;no way, coz there's a written contract, job description, etc. lined up at the back of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about bailed out God?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... many people do sometimes, including me. With all our small mistaken steps. Why? coz there's no written contract with God-it's just about our trust and faith.&lt;br /&gt;Some even go for the extreme way: ignore HIS being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even just for God, we're brave enuf to bailed out, what's "I'll try to be there..." compare to that? I'll bet, we've bailed out that, many many many times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wanna try to change the paradigm?&lt;br /&gt;Do commit on small things, including the [TRY] part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17528834-3959055061204858487?l=verena-maya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/feeds/3959055061204858487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17528834&amp;postID=3959055061204858487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3959055061204858487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17528834/posts/default/3959055061204858487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verena-maya.blogspot.com/2007/07/again-about-try.html' title='again about [TRY]'/><author><name>Verena Maya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03234942725846263475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
