<?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-36931987</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:47:32.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry and I</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you believe in destiny? This blog is all about my love and my boyfriend, Larry. Although I don't know how is our love in future but I just want to keep our memory forever and ever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larryandi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36931987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryandi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838585999952834323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/DSCN0815.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36931987.post-947122687220259095</id><published>2008-05-28T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:50:40.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Cope with Stress</title><content type='html'>Well, after some argument with her, I am learning to adjust my own responds to problems and to take things more positively. I hope I can keep this up for the better and I hope everything will go well for us. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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Things simply go on following their nature. Lao Tzu calls this nature Tao. Buddha calls this nature Dhamma. Mahavir has defined religion as "the nature of things." Nothing can be done. Fire is hot and water is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man is one who relaxes with the nature of things, who follows the nature of things. And when you follow the nature of things, no shadow is cast. There is no misery. Even sadness is luminous then, even sadness has a beauty then. Not that sadness will not come--it will come, but it will not be your enemy. You will befriend it, because you will see its necessity. You will be able to see its grace, and you will be able to see why it is there and why it is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard an ancient parable--it must be very ancient, because God used to live on the earth in those days. One day a man came to him, an old farmer, and he said, "Look, you may be God, and you may have created the world, but one thing I must say to you: you are not a farmer. You don´t know even the ABC of farming. You have something to learn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "What´s your advice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "You give me one year´s time, and just let things be according to me, and see what happens. There will be no poverty left!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was willing, and one year was given to the farmer. Naturally, he asked for the best, he thought only of the best--no thunder, no strong winds, no dangers for the crop. Everything was comfortable, cozy, and he was very happy. The wheat was growing so high! When he wanted sun, there was sun; when he wanted rain, there was rain, and as much as he wanted. This year everything was right, mathematically right. But when the crops were harvested, there was no wheat inside. The farmer was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked God, "What happened? What went wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, &lt;strong&gt;"Because there was no challenge, because there was no conflict, no friction, because you avoided all that was bad, the wheat remained impotent. A little struggle is a must. Storms are needed, thunder, lightning is needed. They shake up the soul inside the wheat."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This parable is of immense value. If you are just happy and happy and happy, happiness will lose all meaning. It will be as if somebody is writing with white chalk on a white wall. Nobody will ever be able to read it. You have to write on a black board, then it comes clear. The night is as much needed as the day. And the days of sadness are as essential as the days of happiness. This I call understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you understand it, you relax--in that relaxation is surrender. You say, "Thy will be done." You say, "Do whatsoever you feel is right. If today clouds are needed, give me clouds. Don´t listen to me, my understanding is tiny. What do I know of life and its secrets? Don´t listen to me! You just go on doing your will." And, slowly slowly, the more you see the rhythm of life, the rhythm of duality, the rhythm of polarity, you stop asking, you stop choosing. This is the secret. Live with this secret, and see the beauty. Live with this secret, and you will be suddenly surprised: How great is the blessing of life! How much is being showered on you every moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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Although I'm very happy for making my dream come true but seem like it's just start. I have many things have to learn in this three months. Start from foudation Japanese language (20 lessons in 15 days) and then will have the exam which I have to do at least 80 score from 100. After that I will learn F1 and F2 which are conversation and situaton in cabin. Then I will study emergency.......I will go to Japan on 19 August hehe seem like.... It's very long time"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For last week for my freedom. I spend my time with review my Japanese lessons. Although can not finish 20 lessons like other friends but I will try my best to do good score. Moreover spend my money with shopping for dresses, shoes, make up, bags etc... and my new laptop (Copta). I spend aroud 50,000 bath for those stuffs ... very crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met up my friends such as Pui, Hallie we went to shopping and watched movie togther. Also met chair and P' Num for dinner. And also have plan to meet AIESEC friends in this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling now is happy and not happy in the same time, I'm happy to get this job but I'm tired to fake with this social. don't want to say much.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has plan to buy the new home. That's a good news. Hope it will become true soon. I want my own bedroom........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hallie and I @ JJ Market &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNePpahIfI/AAAAAAAAACc/o-v5JsySD58/s1600-h/DSCN2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062994029002695154" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" height="284" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNePpahIfI/AAAAAAAAACc/o-v5JsySD58/s320/DSCN2632.JPG" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNeQJahIgI/AAAAAAAAACk/af8r8v9gNVY/s1600-h/DSCN2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062994037592629762" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNeQJahIgI/AAAAAAAAACk/af8r8v9gNVY/s320/DSCN2633.JPG" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Chair and P'num at MK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNeQpahIhI/AAAAAAAAACs/-qxR5AbGtK8/s1600-h/DSCN2634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062994046182564370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNeQpahIhI/AAAAAAAAACs/-qxR5AbGtK8/s320/DSCN2634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNe6JahIjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CNequrL7JIM/s1600-h/DSCN2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNe6JahIjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CNequrL7JIM/s1600-h/DSCN2640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062994759147135538" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="182" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNe6JahIjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CNequrL7JIM/s200/DSCN2640.JPG" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNe6ZahIkI/AAAAAAAAADE/6FFTUmPca5Y/s1600-h/DSCN2636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062994763442102850" style="CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNe6ZahIkI/AAAAAAAAADE/6FFTUmPca5Y/s200/DSCN2636.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNe5pahIiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aW_PFPwgSi8/s1600-h/DSCN2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062994750557200930" style="CURSOR: hand" height="156" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNe5pahIiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/aW_PFPwgSi8/s200/DSCN2635.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copta..... 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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36931987-1199032376248850756?l=larryandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larryandi.blogspot.com/feeds/1199032376248850756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36931987&amp;postID=1199032376248850756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36931987/posts/default/1199032376248850756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36931987/posts/default/1199032376248850756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryandi.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-last-week-for-my-freedom.html' title='My last week for my freedom'/><author><name>Alynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14838585999952834323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/DSCN0815.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RkNePpahIfI/AAAAAAAAACc/o-v5JsySD58/s72-c/DSCN2632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36931987.post-2924145080418211880</id><published>2007-05-05T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:08:47.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get body Confident</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/Rjy84pahIdI/AAAAAAAAACM/qCtNWFIQmEE/s1600-h/bryant_park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061127762633368018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/Rjy84pahIdI/AAAAAAAAACM/qCtNWFIQmEE/s320/bryant_park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We all have days when we don't feel too hot. Whether we've got a spot on our nose or our hair's looking a bit dodgy, we all have our own pet hate when it comes to our looks.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at some of the ways you can bounce back if you're having a bad body image day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Top it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bad hair days are a fact of life. Even supermodels and the hottest celebs have hairdos like haystacks when they get up in a morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wash and go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some hair types, washing your hair too often can make it harder to style. Try and leave it for a few days until your hair's natural oils kick in and make it easier to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grease is the word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your hair's the type to go greasy pretty quickly, try and avoid putting product in it and only get it wet when you're intending to wash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the cap fits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your hair's really not going your way, try and accessorise with hats and caps. Most people forget about hats, but they're not only very much in fashion, but they make you stand out too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Face facts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See those celebs on the cover of magazines with their perfect skin and gleaming smile? Very few people in the world look that good without a bit- or a lot- of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos can be manipulated digitally to iron out any wonky noses or freckles so if you fancy looking like that, you're better off taking a photo of yourself, doing some computer wizardry and plonking the photo on your face. Stars have their rough days too; they're only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spot on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your skin's not playing ball and you're having an attack of the dreaded spots, just make sure you wash your face and moisturise, using gentle products that won't irritate your skin further. Your doctor or a pharmacist might be able to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For a quick fix, think about using a hypo-allergenic subtle concealer or foundation This isn't just one for the girls; there's nothing wrong with a guy taking advantage of a cover-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninety nine per cent of us think are body's below par when it comes to the way it looks, but why? Sure, some celebs look great in magazines but they have loads of money at their disposal and don't forget that little bit of camera trickery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am what I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing to do if you don't have a Hollywood bod is to learn to love the one you've got. Your pet hate, be it lumps and bumps or skinny legs, is what makes you the person you are.&lt;br /&gt;So your feet are pretty big, so what? Shop around and you can find the right shoe to suit you. So your bum's more of a peach than pea-sized, big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shop around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to go into shops and ask the advice of an assistant on what clothes will suit you. They'll like nothing better than to be asked their opinion on clothes and you shouldn't be paranoid about asking them; they're not going to waste a sale by mocking the knobbliness of you knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think yourself up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They key to being body confident is to go easy on yourself; stop beating yourself up over your bad bits and focus on what's great about you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've got nice eyes, a cool smile or great hair. Use your best feature to the max, learn to love your body and you'll send out such a positive vibe that nobody will notice that zit on your chin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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Every day has to learn Japanese and Japanese. It's harder and harder. The more I learned is the more I get more confuse in the same time. The last lesson still don't understand but I have to recieve the new lesson again. And I start to get in lazy mood...haha. Most of my friends they will finish 20 lessons before trainning but for me and other 3 friends can not make it finish. The most we can study is 13 lessons. I try to tell myself that No need to follow them. Although I learn 20 lessons but I have to study all of lessons again when I go to trainning center. And although I can study all but It's not mean I will understand all. So I prefer quality more than quantity. (Seem like excused)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Jal gang has 4 people inculde me. My friends are very cute and have different personality and Character. I like them. We have good time together. And also have many plans to do together such as go to study together and plan to review the lessons together. We also plan to shopping together. No need to say which plan was acheived. Shopping is the last plan we plan in our schedule but It was our first thing we did......hahaha +&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me say something about my friend....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. MAy, she is very beautiful and look sexy girl. She has big eyes and thick brown eyes. She older than me one year and graduated from Abac University. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. NAme, she is pretty and very confident. Learn fast and always says thing very direct and I found that she was born in October ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. P' Baby she is oldest in our group but seem like her face will cheat on her age. Sh e look very young. She try so hard to study Japanese. And she always say she is too old to study. But I know she can do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Me ......nothing to say about me ....haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to eat som tum together and MAy took the picture for us. Thank you for her pictures. ...... I just hope, when we go to trainning school. We will have the chance tost ay in the same class. As I know they will seperate the classroom to 20 and 20 ......I want to study with them .........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Som Tum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAR6W7RD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAR6W7RD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAKT0LWF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAKT0LWF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CATGID17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CATGID17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAH4IDP7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAH4IDP7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Name and P' Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAB2UTJN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAB2UTJN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May and Me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAEN6NQH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/CAEN6NQH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to up my blog more a bit about my part time job from my ex-company (on May 4 2007) After had finished the job. I went to watched spider man 3 with Pui and Hallie at SFW (Central World) .I was dissapointed by theatre and movie. hehe Should not expect too much. While we were watching movie, the light in the theatre was turned on, included Hip hop music. I don't know what was happended? but It made my mood stuck hehe ..... Moreover, I don't know what's happended with my spider man. He is very dumb and look funny in this episode. And I think Larry is very look like spider man. 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be?'/><author><name>Cal_el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696692475166455752</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-36931987.post-4563559152177623559</id><published>2007-05-01T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:56:21.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ช่วงนี้ก็ยังอยู่ในช่วงเตรียมตัวเทรน ทั้งเตรียมภาษาญี่ปุ่น เตรียมตัวเตรียมใจ นอกจากสิ่งเหล่านี้แล้วยังต้องเตรียม เสื้อผ้า สูท กระเป๋า รองเท้า และอุปกรณ์แต่งตัวอีก เช่น เนทติดผม ยาทาเล็บ เป็นต้น เพื่อใส่ไปช่วงเทรน หลายๆคนอาจคิดว่าสิ้นเปลืองทำไมต้องซื้อด้วย จริงๆมันก็สิ้นเปลืองอะนะ แต่ถ้าเรามี มันก็ไม่ต้องซื้อ แต่หลินไม่มี มีสูท ตัวเดียว จะให้ใส่ทั้ง เจ็ดวันก็คงไม่ได้ เนทติดผมที่มีอยู่ก็เป็นสองชั้น ไม่ถูกระเบียบ เสื้อตัวในก็มี Shirt แขนสั้นอยู่ตัวเดียว เหอๆ มันมีไม่พอเลยต้องซื้อ รายการต่อไปนี้ คือ สิ่งที่ไป Shop มาแล้ว&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;เมื่อวานไปถอยสูท มา 2 ชุด (สีฟ้า และน้ำตาล ตอนแรกอยากได้สีชมพูแต่ไม่รู้ถูกระเบียบรึเปล่า เลยไม่กล้าซื้อ)กับเสื้อสูทอีกหนึ่งตัว (สีดำ ชอบดีไซน์มาก แต่กระโปรงสั้นเกินเลยซื้อได้แค่เสื้อ)รวมเป็นราคา 3150 บาท &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ส่วนเนทติดผมก็ซื้อแล้ว ราคา สามสิบบาท หน้า Central Complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;รองเท้าก็ซื้อแล้ว ของ Batuga ราคาลด 50 % 850 บาท &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;รายการที่เหลืออยู่ตอนนี้ก็คือ เสื้อตัวในใส่กับสูท และ กระเป๋า Naraya ตอนแรกจะไปซื้อตั้งแต่วันจันทร์และ แต่ด้วยอานิสสงค์ของเพื่อนคนนึงที่เรียนมิราอิด้วยกัน (โรงเรียนสอนภาษาญี่ปุ่น) มันเบี้ยวไม่ไปซื้อกระเป๋า NARAYA ด้วยกันในวันนั้น ชั้นจึงต้องไป Shop ในวันนี้ เหตุเกิดเมื่อ กระเป๋า NARAYA ทรงและลายคุณป้า ในสายตาเรา กลับกลายเป็นกระเป๋าที่ยอดฮิตในสาวแจลที่กำลังเทรนเป็นอย่างมาก คงเป็นเพราะกระเป๋าที่ทำจากผ้าซาติน ที่ดูหวาน ผสมกับมีโบว์อันใหญ่ๆ กลางกระเป๋าที่ทำให้ดูน่ารัก (พึ่งเห็นว่ามันน่ารัก ไม่นานมานี้) และประกอบกับความใหญ่ของกระเป๋า จุได้สารพัดสิ่ง จึงทำให้กระเป๋า NARAYA รุ่น S99 ไซด์ M สีดำ ราคา 260 บาทเป็นที่นิยมชมชอบของเหล่าสาวเทรนกันเป็นยกใหญ่ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;วันนี้ plan ไว้เลยว่าจะไป Shopping เพื่อซื้อกระเป๋า ดังกล่าว ให้ตัวเองและเพื่อน อีก สามคน รวมแล้วจะซื้อ สี่ใบ แต่ไหนๆ ก็ออกจากบ้านแล้ว ก็ไปทำธุระที่ สยามพารากอน ด้วยการไปเบิกเงิน ย้ายโอน ฝากถอน อะไรให้เรียบร้อย เพราะกำลังจะปิดบัญชี กว่าจะเดินหาธนาคารแต่ละธนาคารเจอ เล่นเอาเหนื่อย โดยเฉพาะกรุงศรีเสียเวลาหานานมาก และในที่สุดก็ไม่เจอ เหอๆๆ อะไรมันจะหายากขนาดนั้น หมดอารมณ์หาก็ เลยล้มเลิกไปฝากเงินที่ธนาคารกรุงศรี แวะไปหาเพื่อนที่มาดูหนังที่ พารากอน และถ่ายรูปเป็นที่ระลึก กับ Da เพื่อนซี้ สุดที่รัก Ting กับ Peiching เป็นเพื่อน จาก มาเลเซีย ไม่ได้เจอนาน คิดถึงมากๆ รวมถึงสาวเสื้อเขียวน้องสาวเราเอง วันนี้ต้องขอบใจมากๆ ที่มาเป็นเพื่อนเจ๊น้า&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peiching, Ting Ting, Da and Me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/Lynn/DSCN2611.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peiching, Me, My sis and Da &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/Lynn/DSCN2612.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;หลังจากนั้นกะจะไป โบนันซ่า แต่ออกมาฝนเจ้ากรรมก็ตก อิชั้น ซึ่งมากับน้องสาวคนสุดท้อง ก็เลยลงมติว่า จะไปเดิน Central world ซะก่อน จะถึง NARAYA ก็ดันหลงไป B2S เลยแวะซื้ออุปกรณ์การเรียนสักหน่อย ถึงจะไป Naraya ดังมุ่งหมาย และเมื่อไปถึงก็ถามคนขายเกี่ยวกับ กระเป๋าที่ต้องการ ปรากฎว่า..... มันหมด ไม่รู้จะมาอีกเมื่อไหร่ คือ......... เสียดายอะ อุตส่าห์มาแล้ว ตั้งใจอย่างมากว่าจะต้องซื้อให้ได้ เคยเป็นมะ เวลาอยากได้อะไรมากๆ ลแมนไม่มี และเป็นวันนั้นพอดีที่มันไม่มีอะ ความรู้สึกมันผิดหวัง ปนหงุดหงิด จริงๆ โดยเฉพาะอย่างยิ่งเพื่อยๆฝากซื้อด้วย ยิ่งรู้สึกแย่ที่ซื้อให้เพื่อนๆ ไม่ได้ แต่ในเมื่อมันไม่มีทั้งสาขานี้ และสาขาอื่นๆ ตามที่คนขายบอก ก็เลยต้องลงชื่อจองไว้ และคงจะกลับไปซื้ออีกทีวันเสาร์ แต่ก็แปลกมากว่า คนเยอะมาก นี่คนชอบกระเป๋า ยี่ห้อนี้มากขนาดนั้นเลยเหรอ แบบคนแน่นร้านเลยอะ บางคนซื้อที่หลายๆใบเลย มันจะเอาไปขายเหรอวะเนี่ย .....แปลก เพิ่งรู้นะนี่ยว่ามังดังขนาดนี้ ยิ่งคนเยอะ และของก็ไม่ได้ อารมณ์เลยเริ่มเสีย หงุดหงิด เลย Shop ประชดชีวิต ซื้อกระเป๋า NARAYA เลยค่าสองใบ เพราะไหนๆ ก็มาแล้ว ต้องได้อะไรตืดไม้ติดมือ ไปบ้าง เหอๆๆ เป็นความคิดที่สิ้นคิดจริงๆ หมด ไป อีก เกือบ 400 ออกมาจาก ร้าน ด้วยความรู้สึกว่า เอ้อ อย่างน้อยก็ได้กระเป๋า เป็นคนที่ต้องได้อะไรแล้วต้องได้จริงๆ เลยช้าน บอกจะเอากระเป๋า ก็ต้องได้ เหอๆๆ แต่มันเอามาใช้ไม่ได้ เวลาไปเทรน ยังไงก็ต้องกลับมาซื้ออีกที เหอๆๆ บ้าไปแล้ว ต่อจากนั้น ก็จะไป โบนันซ่า เห็นตุ๊กตา ตัวนี้น่ารักดีเลยถ่ายมา อิอิ ไปแอบถ่ายคู่กับมันด้วยอะ กล้าไม๊หล่ะ คนมองใหญ่เลย แต่ไม่อาย 555 ถ่ายไป ถ่ายมา มีพี่ผู้ชาย ใส่เครื่องแบบเดินมาหา แต่ไม่ได้มาขอเบอร์แต่อย่างใด พี่แกเดินมาบอกว่า "น้องครับห้าม ถ่ายรูป" อึ๋ยๆๆๆ อดเลย แต่อย่างน้อยก็ได้รูปมา อิอิ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ชอบๆๆ น่ารักไม๊ ตุ๊กตา&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/Lynn/DSCN2614.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;อีกหนึ่งรูป.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/Lynn/DSCN2620.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;หนูขอรูป....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p181/lynn_clk/Lynn/DSCN2617.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;การ Shop ของเรายังไม่จบ เป้าหมายต่อไป ก็คือ โบนันซ่า Shop ไป Shop มาได้เสื้อสายเดี่ยว ใส่กับสูท สามตัว สามสี ขาว ดำ ชมพู ราคา 400 บาท ตุ้มหู 5 คู่ ราคา 100 บาท กิ๊บ ดำ และหวี 20 บาท เสื้อ private อีกหนึ่งตัว ราคา 250 บาท น้ำยาทาเล็บ อีกสองขวด ลดราคา อิอิ สองขวด 90 บาท ดีน้า ที่เหนื่อยก่อนไม่งั้นคง shopกระจายอีกแน่ๆ แต่ตอนนี้กระแสแฟชั่นก็ไม่ใช่สไตล์เราเท่าไหร่ กางเกงขาสั้นกำลังมาแรง อยากใส่เหมือนกันแต่ขาเจ้ากรรมมันใหญ่เกินเยียวยาแล้ว ใส่ไปสงสารคนมอง เหอๆๆ เลี่ยงดีกว่า&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ฝนตกทั้งวันเลย แต่ก็ไม่เป็นอุปสรรคต่อการ 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It's going to be one year since we are together. But for me I have always been in love with you since we first met.. Okler started in the club ler. But anyway I really hope that my feelings for you stay this way cause I think I never felt this way about anyone before. I didn't sleep well last night too. Slept at around 2 to 3 am last night. Really feel tired today. But my thoughts keep going back to you. Feel like hugging you to sleep everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you always want my support and sometimes I cannot give it to you. I know that the flight attendant thing has been a thorn between us. Cause I find it hard to resolve my acceptance to your dreams and wants. Whenever I hear about your health I feel very difficult and suffocated. When I hear about your JALways friends' priority about beauty (they tried to put on make up whenever they can) I feel like you will be very pressured and put yourself in a bulimic eating disorder again. Dear, do you know that it is very hard to fight the environment especially when everyone around you takes beauty very seriously? My environment takes brain and analyzing skill as paramount. We worship people who has great management skills. We want to be fast accurate and able to resolve problems. We live to be strategists and planners for the fate of our subordinates. I am not saying beauty is not important. And I am not thinking that looks and stating style is not important. On the contrary, giving people a good impression is very important and that is judged by the way we talk and dress ourselves. We want to instill confidence in the ppl we meet. Engineers too.. We have more in common than you think. And brain and management skills are not more important than what you are doing. All these are qualities pressed and measured on us in our respective environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become this way because of my environment. Because I need to survive and also aspired to be more than I can be. You too want to be more than you can be. You aspire to be outstanding in your field too. You want to be recognised for your ability to treat people well and you want to look good as these are part of the measurement of success in your field. I respect that. Because I too seek recognition. Able to speak Japanese, serving others and also controlling the way you speak to appear "friendly and service minded" are the things you have to be good at in order to be recognised. But I fear, like last time you will take the self damaging way of bulimia and also push yourself towards the limit and suffer greatly afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I asked you, "Do you hear my voice sometimes before you do something?" You said yes and you replied that you will imagine what I will complain about you before you do something. Too bad that you keep thinking its a complain. Means in your mind I am always against your idea. (see what I mean about analysing? I am anaylsing the words you said) The point is I hear these voices too. I too was growing up and is still growing. I hear my teachers', yours, friends, parents, my bosses and other ppl's. I imagine how my actions and my world would look like from other ppl's point of view. Somehow these guides me and controls me. They regulate my actions and are build as my inner discipline. I ask this because I want to know do you have them, inner discipline? Are you the type of girl that needs ppl to discipline you or you think that you are already doing a good job without us? You think for yourself in this matter. I complain because I don't agree. I try to tell you many times in hope that you too can have a conversation with yourself (in your mind) of what is wrong and right. We cannot tell you what to do as you are more mature everday. Somehow our voices can be your conscience but the problem is, like everyone else we tend to give into our impulses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our needs and wants of that very moment, even if it brings us problems are usually pursued. Than we live with regrets and that trigger other chain reaction. My ex gave into her impulses to kiss that guy (while I was her bf) and she felt very guilty. She told me and I gave into my impulses to break up because I thought she would be happier rather than being stuck in between 2 guys. She gave into her impulses against her good judgement, I gave mine because I cannot handle the damage that was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to hear ppl's experience sometimes because you think that they are not applicable to you and you think you know better. I remind you to remember my words when you face temptation not because I think it will change your decision. But I want you to know that nobody can escape it. The temptation to skip meals and diet like crazy just to be thin, Not to sleep because you want to party all night in a foreign country. The desire to look for attention from other guys when they are interested in you. You want to know where these leads. You want to play along and see if that brings you anywhere. You would be lonely and you will need some care and love just like everyone else..You can be vulnerable. I know because I know you.. I know because I am no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am telling you this. If you think you have enough discipline than you can decide for yourself. You can fight your own impulses as I fight mine whenever I see some pretty girl and I want to get her number. I feel lonely too. But I remember each other... Remember some path taken cannot be changed and the damage cannot be repaired. That is why I want you to hang out with your friends. You can go out with other guys. As long as you know what you are doing and you know you won't hurt me. Remember I gave you that freedom before and you went out with V and Hong and drank like nobodies business. A few times you got into trouble with Pol and such (rmb when ppl took advantage of you when you were drunk). &lt;strong&gt;You did lead them to think that they can be your bf because you failed to tell them that you already have a boyfriend?&lt;/strong&gt; ("Opps I did again.. I played with your heart letting you think that we can be more than just friends," Birtney Spears)You always tell me because you are lonely and want attention. Yes I know.. You lived and you chose. You hurt and at the end you have nobody to blame but your own choices. So again I am telling you by all means, be all that you can be. Aspire as high as you can. Have fun meeting ppl and have friends. Drink if you want but control yourself and perceive threats wherever you go, whoever you know. Be alert to threats to yourself and our relationship.Take care of your life and health. But remember me as I am waiting for you here. I will be with you everyday when the day come. Please help me to make that happen.. I do need you dear.. Don't let us down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you my teerak....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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Seems like I don't have a habit to tell the world the going ons of my mind. Which in result pisses my gf off because she thinks I don't take the effort to contribute to our blog which would be perceived as I don't care for our relationship which also means I don't care about her feelings... Sigh, a guy can't win here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of my whinning. I am here on Saturday "supposedly" be working but took some prolonged time off to key a thought or two in here. So far what has been happening to our relationship? I think that other than I trust her more and needed her more and more there is also an uncertain future painted ahead of us. She is going to be a flight attendant soon and realising her dream. I on the other hand seems a bit lonelier for the lack of money (that's right, money can buy you friends :))  and also my best friend who I hanged out with during the absence of Lynn have a steadier relationship with his gf. He will spend more of his weekends with her and I well, have to find something else to do. For me, other than work and money.. There seem to be little things to do. Crap, I have a fallen into another yuppy life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work and work.. no life. Sometimes I think to myself, I should have passion in sports and also reading. I did have. I liked to read, enjoyed hiking and also swimming. But most of all I liked movies. But Lynn is not here. I wanted to do all these things with her. But too bad, there is no on e who shares my passion here. So kinda bored about everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the positive note, I will be more of a workaholic and earn more money. Damn, when will I get promoted. Time to move up. Where is my cheese? I have no idea what I am babbling here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lynn had gastric yesterday and I sounded depressed and she was sad too. She told me she would not tell me about her problems anymore if I behave this way. She says I should change the way I talk to her when she was telling me that she had gastric problem because I sounded cold. She doesn't like it when I am like that. To me I sounded more like I have constipation, constipation of words actually.. Darn.. how to tell her what I actually think. After she feels discouraged again. SO when I shuddup she says I am cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking like just how far would we go for our dream. She tried so hard to be a flight attendant and finally she have gotten it. Now she is preparing for it and she feels nervous because her training is very intensive. She faces a lot of pressure. I hope she can go through this without having to suffer for her health. I think having gone through a tough time is good. It fortifies a person. Make them solid and able to handle stress compare to other ppl. A mind can be train and thinking can be changed. And usually pressure makes one improve. But there is a saying, "the mind is willing but the flesh is weak.." What about the physical limits that stops us? I don't want to discourage her. And I think that if she hears or reads about my concern for her health, she will take it as a discouragement from me. I want to give her the full support for her dreams. But my mind is willing but my heart aches. Nobody knows it but me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to keep on smilling because it is what she wants and it is important to her. I want her to realise it too despite my selfishness of wanting her to be with me I am trying hard to let her go.. I mean in having to prepare for the worst. Whether she finds someone else or suffers for her health; Am I willing to take care of her and also am I willing to forgive her when she comes back from other man's embrace? You already know which is harder to accept. But I must have faith. I keep telling myself that. Sheer optimism base on faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her in pain and know how bad it was for her. I really wish I can do something but staring at her feeling helpless is all I can do. I tried to give her encouraging words but I am messed up inside too. I told her to take care of her health and told her not to skip her meals. But when she told me to stop smoking I can't. I think I have trained my mind to find solace in inhaling burning dried tobbacos.. Don't I look cool hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I want to be detached from this all. I want to float in the air and not feel pain when I see my loved ones suffers. I want to be detached from worldly matters and from my own feelings and just view this world as it is, knowing that what Buddha had understood. But I guess this lifetime is not for me to attain Nibbana. I cannot do the great renounciation because I am to attached to Lynn. 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He always calls me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He understand me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He like to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He is not handsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He is funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He always makes me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He always cares me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He always says I'm pretty and beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He is my boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.He like to watch movie with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.He has a sexy eyes when he drunk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.He is good kisser &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.He always listens to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.He cook for me (I love his mama mi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.He washed my clothes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.He bring me to travel around Penang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.He go to the club with me. Drink with me. Dance with me and drunk with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.I love his dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.I love his massage&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;20.I love his hug&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;21.I love when he touch my hair and I feel very warm when he kiss my hair. &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;23.He is warm &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;24.He know when I'm sad&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;25. He always holds my hand and hugs me&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;26. He always asks how are you?&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;27. He bought the medicine for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. He writes e-mail to me&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;29. He makes me laugh&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;30. He always writes our blog although he is lazy&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;31. He brought me to the good places&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;32. He is loyal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. He is patient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. He respects my dicission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. He is my inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. He is my Gardian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. He has a nice shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. He is my moji kung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. He like my body and my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. He call me porkchop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. He call me baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. He call me princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. He listen when I have problem and he always help me to solve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. He is mature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. I love his opinions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. He is kind and generous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. He cares people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. He teachs me to know what is love, what is give and what is receive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. He is engineer and he is my teacher too because he always teachs me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. He is clever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. He is interested me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. He cried for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. He works hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. He let me be the flight attendant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. He is a good trainer for exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. He like Jay Chou songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. He love his family, he care his parent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. He proud of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. He always beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;60. 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Say if you want to succeed in life, you must work hard. If you want food you must plant seeds and plants, go hunt, fish or gather food. The world used to be more direct and whenever we want something there is always some form of direct exchange. Somthing we must give in order to gain. But today it's getting more complicated. If you want food. You must earn money. Than you need to find the seller that sells you food that you want and can consume. At the end, the connection gets more complicated and we only think we want money. Because seems like money can buy everything. So our brains think it only want money. And we begin to lose sight that we want food or the basic things in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about freedom. We want love too. Can these 2 co-exist? Most people says yes before they are in a relationship. But ask a married person than they might say yes because their priority have been shifted because they are comfortable in the relationship. The ones who says that they lost their freedom are the ones that think they gave more than they gain in terms of love. They are married and have a responsibility to their wives or husbands and children but they still want to do what they want to do. Example, they like going out for movies and leave their children and husbands to cook or do things themselves while they can have fun. In today's world. It's normal. But if conventional thinking will frown and think that the mentioned spouse is irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn, you want freedom and love. You want to fly around the world and do the things you want. I want that for you too. But when I sense our relationship is in threat, mainly when there are other "flies" around you and you like their attention like any other person, I felt threathened and insecure. I feel like I need to control you. But I am a person that withdraws from you when I feel that. I do not attack you like a jealous person whenever I sense there is a threat. But I just go back to my own world, "Fortress of Solitude", my safe hiding place and nurse my wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You on the other hand, will ask me questions and than says you don't like that and want me to change or not talk to the person anymore. But you know by saying that out will make you sound really possesive but you cannot control that. So you will try to tone down. But remember when I exchange e-mails with my ex. When I look at other girls. The way you react is more explosive than I am. You too want to control me. You too want to stop me from flirting with other girls. I know there is a difference of me going after them and you being approached by them but the threat is the same. And seemingly you do enjoy their attention so do I enjoy that they like me be around them. So all in all we do love ourselves and we want to protect our property that is each other. We are selfish when it comes to love cause we want our mate to be loyal to us. I think its instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do remember, IF you want me to loyal and not go out with other girls or spend more time with other friends besides than you. (proven when you get angry/jealous with me always hanging out with my close friends and not pay attention to you. You are happy when I am busy and can only spend my time workind and not having fun and exchanging emails with my ex or looking at other girls) than you should expect the same treatment back. If you cannot accept that, than you should not impose that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I can say "I want my freedom too so I can know other girls. So I can know you are the real deal. Cause I think I have not experience life enough so I go to the club and get close to other girls and fetch other girls. If I come back to you than you are the one I really want..."&lt;br /&gt;I will never say that to you because to me I know you are the one I want and I show it by following what you said about not being flirty. But when I sense you really enjoy having other guys flirt with you, I think I should enjoy my youth too by getting to know more girls cause its fun to me too. Again.. I don't do that to you cause I feel bad. But bear in mind when you tell me you get so much attention, the green envy in me do rise. I understand how you feel but do you understand me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn, I want you.. but I will give you your freedom. You are right, I should not be moody with when you are telling me that other guys go after you and it seems fun to you. I should not feel insecure because I should trust you. I should not be so sensitive because you are young and just like the attention. I will change myself and give you your precious freedom. You are moulding me to be the man you want. But I am suppressing what is only natural to most ppl. Somehow I always say that I want you to be happy. Always easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let say it's my fate again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36931987-3114399612088301474?l=larryandi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larryandi.blogspot.com/feeds/3114399612088301474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36931987&amp;postID=3114399612088301474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36931987/posts/default/3114399612088301474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36931987/posts/default/3114399612088301474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larryandi.blogspot.com/2007/03/freedom.html' title='Freedom?'/><author><name>Cal_el</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696692475166455752</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-36931987.post-5056910356878807664</id><published>2007-03-08T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:08:48.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please love me as the way I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RfAtuiZxDRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qpxmv6jis_c/s1600-h/kapook-16320-5642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039578260559695122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RfAtuiZxDRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qpxmv6jis_c/s320/kapook-16320-5642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; with my dad. I will go to Malaysia next month so I asked his permit for this trip. I don't want to lie him anymore. So I told him the truth that I want to go there for my holiday but he scolded me back. I don't know why he always likes me to lie why he can not accept the truth. After my mom passed away I try so hard for making him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; of me. I want to make my dad happy. I want to show everyone that my dad take care me very well. I got the second honest from university. (I tried so hard for getting it) I got the good job and high pay. And I passed the flight attendant interview and will be the flight attendant soon. But seem like he still not happy. Why?.......Just only small thing I want but he can not give it to me. I want to be selfish but I can not. I feel sad when I can not do something for him and I also upset when I can not follow the thing I want to do. .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the mean time, I send the message to Larry and he did not reply. I called him but It had not any signal. I very worry about him. I afraid of his accident or bad thing happened. I can contact him in this evening and seem like the phone line is have problem so he didn't got my message. I told him about the thing I did today. I told him I went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; Road Show and had many people talk with me. I have a great time today. I also told him about the clients who gave me the e-mail and also asked my contact. I told him everything but seem like he can not accept. I think, I make him upset again. Although he told me that he tried so his voice is like that, but I know he doesn't like the thing I just said. Why not only my dad but he also...... Why? I am the girl who like freedom. I'm the girl who like social. I like to meet new people. I like to travel around. I like someone to pay attention to me (Because when I was young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; care me) but why my dad and Larry can not accept that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad can not accept the truth. Larry always scares and feel insecure in our relationship. And I also want them happy. Sometime I can do the thing they want me to do though I don't like and It's not me. But if I keep doing this, I will don't know who I am. Larry told me it's hard for him to change and how about me? I just want someone love me as the way I am. I want my dad understand me more. I feel very lonely............ Now I want to go to somewhere where is none know me. And that place I can do many things which I want to do. I will know new people and they just one friend in this world. I don't have to care and love them. ....... I want to leave many things now...........Can I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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Although I like it but It doesn't mean I know well about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt;. I know just only this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt; is Chinese New Year and this year is year of pig (I was born in this year so this year I will 24 years old). And this day I also get "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pao&lt;/span&gt;" from my family. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pao&lt;/span&gt; is money in red envelopment. Moreover, this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt; is a day for praying respect to god and my ancestors. Don't ask me how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; that because I don't know.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. According to I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; girl and I don't want my boyfriend says like I don't know any else except "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pao&lt;/span&gt;" so I found some information and pasted it here. The next time I can tell him some about this...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year is the longest and most important celebration in the Chinese Calendar.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese months are reckoned by the lunar calendar, with each month beginning on the darkest day. New Year festivities traditionally start on the first day of the month and continue until the fifteenth, when the moon is brightest. In China, people may take weeks of holiday from work to prepare for and celebrate the New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Chinese New Year celebrations people wear red clothes, decorate with poems on red paper, and give children "lucky money" in red envelopes. Red symbolizes fire, which according to legend can drive away bad luck. The fireworks that shower the festivities are rooted in a similar ancient custom. Long ago, people in China lit bamboo stalks, believing that the crackling flames would frighten evil spirits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Just a summary story for Chinese New year which most of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; people in this world do and know. For my Chinese New year in this year start from saw my mom prepared many stuffs on Feb 16. I heard that today is like the day for shopping and buying many stuffs. And then I saw my mom prepared a lot of food for next day. On Feb 17 we had many kinds of respect god and ancestors in my house. We started in the morning we respected my ancestors and then we had lunch together (I ate a lot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;). In the afternoon we respected the souls and then we had dinner together (I ate a lot again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.) And the time for my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pao&lt;/span&gt;" was coming. Although I have already worked but I still expected to get that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; After that we respected to god at 11 pm. Many processes. On Feb 18, I woke up a bit late then wore the new dress and went to my cousin house for picking up "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pao&lt;/span&gt;" (I'm not stingy girl, though I look like that) Then I went to have Tim Sum Buffet with my family (I ate a lot again). This is my Chinese new year. It was simple and normal. Nothing much accept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Pao&lt;/span&gt; and Eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; (May be because this year is pig of year so I ate a lot for celebration.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. Larry, Happy Chinese New year, baby. Wish you are happy and lucky in this year and don't forget my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Pao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/Rdl043WPAtI/AAAAAAAAABk/sfzxPn7v9fw/s1600-h/00029_21.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RdmBz3WPAuI/AAAAAAAAABs/m9HxucTnBcg/s1600-h/1122726186.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033196786593759970" style="WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="128" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK9UsqNdCNI/RdmBz3WPAuI/AAAAAAAAABs/m9HxucTnBcg/s320/1122726186.gif" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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In fact entire books are devoted to threats-mostly from change such as Who Moved My Cheese and How to Handle Tough Situation At Work. If we can think on our feet, stay out of ruts, be flexible and move fast, roll with the punches and go the distance, we will not only survive change but we shall also be contortionists and athletes of the highest order. Of course, we can't do all that. There will be times when the threat will overtake us and we get squashed. It happens to us all. There is no getting away from the fact that life gets fired at us at point blank range and we rarely if ever get time to duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But a threat is always that. Once becomes a reality we can deal with it. While it is still a threat it induces fear but can do no harm. Spotting which threat will turn into a reality is the skill. The talent. There are many threats and we can't react to all of them. There are fewer realities and we have to react to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It helps if we don't see threats as threats, but instead as opportunities. Each threat that becomes a reality is an opportunity to grow and change, adapt and rework our methods and style of management. If our attitude is positive we tend to see threats less as a negative thing and more as a positive thing they bring us the chance to prove ourselves. If we never get challenged we will never improve. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"EACH THREAT THAT BECOMES A REALITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO GROW AND CHANGE."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Rules of work by Richard Templar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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Dream and Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7668/3940/1600/110698/kapook_27429.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7668/3940/320/433680/kapook_27429.gif" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Love".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;many people think it is a good feeling which we give to someone. "YES" It's a correct idea but it's not just only give love to someone. You still can love many people by your heart (although you have only one heart but you still can have many people in your heart....ummmm Is it naughty?) It will be naughty or not? It's up to what kind of love you give.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Love".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you can have for everybody but how many people are important for you. Your friends ...how you give love to them? Did you care them enough? Did you make them feel your are their best friend? Did they feel at least they still have you to be their friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Love"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for lover is different from friend. Love for lover is more precious. You always need your lover is happy and pleasure when he/she is with you. Moreover, when you are close to him/her, you always are happy too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Love".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is not just only give but you also have to learn how to recieve. By the way, you can not be the one who recieve but you also have to learn how to give. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people don't know how to give love to their lover. They want to see their lover are happy until they forgot to see their happiness. Hence, if you feel you give something to someone too much until you are not happy, you should stop do that. Becasue it not just only hurt yourself but also hurt your lover. Because you will not happy to do something for your lover but you will do because consideration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Dream"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think, many people who have love will have many dreams with their lover. They always paint their dream together. Such as we will love each other forever and ever. We will not fight. We will plan to do many things together. We and we....... Many dreams and many expectations. But how we will handle situation when those dreams are not come true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Truth"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Many people hate this word. Many people can not accept truth because they afraid. Many lovers can not accept their disappointment when their dream didn't come true. They will accuse each other for failure. Then they will break up. Hence, If you dare to set high dream which your lover, you should dare to accept the failure and truth. You can choose between dream is just a dream or you can make that dream come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Truth"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is not a feeling. "Truth"...is not an idea. The truth is important not because it is simply true. It is important because truth is what defines who and what we believe in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Love ==&gt; Dream ==&gt; Truth" Love makes dream and dream makes truth so me and you will make our dream come true with our love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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I noticed that he is a flirtatious man. And I think, I'm not wrong. Especially after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Da who is my best friend told me she brought Larry to the club with her and her friends. He tried many times for touching her friend waist. Actually, I had known that story before. So I was not surprise when I heard that. And the first person who told me was Larry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Frankly, I relized from this situation that although his character look like a naughty man but he is not. Becasue his voice when he told me about he touched Da's friend waist was very guity and he very worried about I would be angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Back to the point "How to lose the guy in 10 days". Seem like my first plan didn't suceed. I thought, if I tried to deny him, he would understand I didn't like him. But may be because of his foolish and his persistence made him still have a lot of motivations for flirt with me. So I came out the second plan. I asked Kit, my man friend assumed to like me and he would accompanied with me when I had to meet Larry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We went to the club for new year party. Of course, I asked Larry to join because I just wanted someone who went to the Jam Bar (the culb) for booking the table. Many friends joined with us that night and Kit too. At that time, he gave me a promise that he would stop for smoking and he didn't smoke at all. But he came back to smoke that night may be because I was more care him when he smoked. I would complain him when he smoked and grabed the cigarette from his hand. But I noticed he liked me to do like that. The party was very nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know? Although I always said I hate him but I was interested in him too. I always notice what he did in club. He liked to take my pictures. But actually, It was seem like he liked to take gilrs pictures because he took a lot of girl pictures in club that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So the counclusion is he is a play boy :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7668/3940/1600/172828/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7668/3940/320/133383/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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Although I very annoyed him but I had never told him. My English was not good (Now still bad....haha) so I thought, at least I can practice my English with him. It was not his fault, if he would think I also interested in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;He decided to come back Bangkok for Christmas and New year. I know, he came back for me but I neglected him in Bangkok nearly 10 days. He lived with a Japanese trainee. When he called me, many times I didn't pick up and I had never called back or send message to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I always discussed with my friend about him. So I thought, if I do very bad things to him in that 10 days, he will give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Because of my zodiac is LEO. Hence, I'm very confident. I love things which are luxurious. Most of the time when I will meet someone, I always dress up and I have never looked shabby. Especially when I have date with guy, I always want to be perfect in front of him. But in the same time if that person is my close friend or my family or someone I don't care, I will very lazy to dress up and look very shabby. Thus, when Larry arrived in that early morning, I asked him come to my home by himself (He had never been to my home before and actually, my home is very far from bus station. But I don't care) When he arrived, I went out to pick him up around my home. I know, my face and my hair that time looked very sloppy. He had never seen me like that before. I don't know how was his feeling at that time.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had the AIESEC meeting that day. I brought him to join even if I knew, he would be bored because he was not AIESECER. After the meeting we went to department store allowed there. We walked around department store and sat at one milk shop. That time should be the first time when we talked like face to face. At that time, I felt, he was very arrogant. He always said I am older than you so I know better. Frankly, these sentence made me very hate him! How come this man is too confident? Did he think he is the best one this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We went to We' Za club that night when was Christmas Night. Many people joined with us. I asked "Kit" who is my man friend to join for protecting me from Larry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;He tried to show off a lot such as dancing, smoking ,drinking and always took me to the toilet. But frankly, I didn't appreciate that. Those things made me feel like he really was confident and very proud of himself. I didn't pay attention to him at all. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Hey! Look at Larry..He took off his button's shirt." One of my friend told me but I didn't even want to see what he did. And then I noticed he walked away and he didn't come back to desk at all. He vanished away. Until the club closed he had still disappeared. He was not in toilet. We went to wait him in front of the club. Finally, he walked from somewhere and came to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and he looked at my eyes. He said something to me. Although I can not remember but It was sweet. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;He told me he was stole his mobile phone. I sent him to taxi. I was sad and guity becasue I didn't take care him well. My friends started to think he was wiered and tried to call attention from me. We acussed him a lot. And our conclusion was he didn't lose his mobile phone. 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I was quite full of myself. Getting to travel alone for the first time to the famous, "land of Thai babes" haha.. Yah whatever I know of Thailand was what I had seen in movies and televisions and of course the occasional stories about "the wild time" my uncle had when he went to Thailand when he was much younger. So the painted impression of Thailand I had in mind was, cheap booze and beautiful women..(thanks to tv and movies). Nvm the fact that I cannot speak Thai at all. Body language enough already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, one man, one intention.. trying to get the most of what I had while I was in Thailand. So I was thinking I can handle myself. I was reckless and rather awkward in socialising thus I had a " I hate Larry" fan club that popped up just after a few days I was in Thailand organised by the local Bangkok inhabitants. Great charisma huh.. Mainly because I was giving my point of view to the ppl who aren't that close to me. They perceived what I said and what I did as "show off or trying to act smart or whatever reasons there is to hate me." Poor old me, I made so many enemies and I didn't know at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example I told one trainee, Christina who had been there earlier than me, "that a guy would really appreciate it if you offer to follow him to take his car and not let him go alone instead of hanging out with us while he goes to retrive his Lamborgini (Lamborgini man.. stupid girl).. I know cause I am a guy".. And from there that trainee starts saying, "who does he thinks he is? He acts as though as he knows guys better me, a girl who have date more guys than he eats rice.." Ok.. the part about she dated that many guys was exagerated.. But nevertheless, she thinks that she knows better and thus begin another gossip on top of the way I dance and drink.. Yah and Lynn was close to that click too. So after hearing that she says like, "you know, you should not act like you know everything... Some ppl won't appreciate what you said." and all that. Today, I don't think it was a problem of what I said but rather a problem of, "once condemned, you should forever deemed condemned in the eyes of girls".. Maybe I am wrong but ppl are ppl. I cannot stop what they think of me. Everybody has their own way of seeing things. That was why I said in the beggining, " I am a deeply misunderstood man.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my dancing, my unwarranted opnions and my showing off how much I can drink (Free booze, why don't take?) there were more times how I was convicted of many other heinous crimes of unparalled appall.. I called Lynn like twice a day unrelentlessly. Mainly because it was cheap to call and that I want to get to know her better. Simply something innocent butmany ppl perceived that I wanted to F*#k her. If I was, I think I had enough money to screw any pros there and I think of who is better quality then Lynn.. See what I said about sharing opinions.. But honestly I wasn't looking for those things then. Not from her. I think at that time I was being one my most holy moment. And my upbringing really taught me to respect girls.(Thanks mom and aunties) I still do. Because my mom and aunts were probably a group with those "Girl Power Group" of yesteryears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lynn hated me then and my life sucks at that time. No point dwelling on that anymore but to move forward and enjoy my time now of having finally change her opinion of me. I guess that was what matters. She sees pass through the socially awkward Malaysian who cannot get along well with many others. I might not have done much in my life. But I know being a teacher in Phang Nga and befriending my Thai studends were one of my biggest reward I had in my life. I know my impact there in 3 months wasn't great. But I cherish that I had done some small part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok will continue next time. I think I sound really whiny and disorientated. Must be being too long in my office on a Saturday afternoon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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Therefore, I had to be trainee in a company which relate to my study. I selected Spark Communication Company for my internship. This company is public relation company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Most of employee here were women. They were interested in fortuneteller. So they asked a fortuneteller came to the office. I had never tried that before. Although I also was interested but I was not sure about this fortuneteller. But after my friends had tried, they said he predicted very well. For this reason, rest of people asked me to join because they would make appointment with fortuneteller again. Even if the price was 400 bath but I accepted to pay. (Always use money in the crap stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I saw my fortune at the middle of December, 2005. I thought, this fortuneteller predicted my past very correct. He said, my mom was pass away and she always around for protection me. He said my mom will be happy soon because I will graduate soon. Actually, he said many things but I can remember well just only 2 topics which very influenced my ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;First, my love. As I told you before, I just broke up with my ex-boyfriend and we still kept in touch. The fortuneteller said I have 2 soul mates and I have already met them. First man I very love him. He is younger than me. (Oh! That's true. He is younger than me 3 year) I had thought to marry with him ( Um yeah I had). But He always brought the problems to me ( Yeah! ). I and him just broke up because he had other girl. But he will come back to me again on March 2006 ( and on March he really came back.) If I choose him, I will not happy and I will have the problems with my family. For other man, He is foreigner. He just came in to my life. If I choose him, he can make I am happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh! Foreigner? At the time, had only one foreigner who interested in me "LARRY". NO!!!!!! can not be him. I have never and ever like him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;At the time, I liked one of my friend he was studied in international school and he went to England for Master. I knew him for awhile and he is a very cute guy. Should be him so I asked fortuneteller "what is his work?" and the answer was " about logistic. ( Ah should be him, he works in that kind of company and he studied aboard so he is international as well) I know, I know. It was stupid idea but it was good for my feeling to tell myself like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Second prediction was about my job. You have a chance to study. You should study in Marketing. And you should be Flight Attendant. Flight Attendant is a job in my dream but I forgot about that until he remind my memory. I want to be flight attendant. I want to be the angle in the sky. !! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So after I saw fortuneteller, the prediction had a lot of affections to me. Especially, 2 issues above. I more attention with my friend and try to keep Larry away (Although in deep of my mind, I thought the one is fortuneteller mean is him but I didn't accept). The flight attendant have became the big of my dream since that. I really hope, one day I will wear a nice uniform, work in a big airplane , take care a passengers, make them happy and safety with our flight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I don't know about all of the prediction will come true or not. I always believe that fortuneteller is a challenging and interesting science. 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Whatever, he called me after he arrived to Pang Nga. At that first, I willing to talking with him. As I told you before, I was member committee in AIESEC. I worked in Service and Learning function. Therefore, one of my priority was facilitate trainee . So I thought, it was my obligation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But he kept calling me nearly everyday. Thus, I started to curious about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;his calling purpose. Christina, my Taiwanese friend was stay at my home. So she notice&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7668/3940/1600/1159106309.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d about that too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I just broke up with Pol, my ex-boyfriend for a while but I still loved him a lot. Sometime we still hanged out together. For this reason, It was very hard for me to forget him. Pol is the genius boy. He is younger than me 3 years. I was his girl friend around 5 months. Although it was very short time but I love him so much. Even if he lied me and had other girl but I tried to return our relationship. But all of things I did for him, he had never appreciated at all. He always looked down and complained me until I didn't saw my value and lose my confidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Larry, he know about my problem with Pol. He is a good listener. He pushed a lot efforts to knowing me. Even if my English was poor but he tried to communicated with me. He was unlucky for affection me at that time because my heart still had someone inside so it didn't open to him and made me annoyed him when he called. I started to complained him with my friend, although he didn't do anything wrong. But I had never told him about I didn't like his calling or his behavior. So it was not his fault if he thought I liked him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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I can remember just only situation which happened on that day. But Larry always remember this day ( so sweet).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our destiny start from I was Member Committee of AIESEC ( International Organization)and Larry decided for being trainee of Tsunami project in Thailand. For that reason is the beginning for our relationship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On December 3, 2005 I made appointment with my best friends, Pui ,Christina and Maggie at SIAM center. On that day we planned to go to Route 66 Club. Before meeting time I walked around SIAM Center. A gay came to me and motivated me to go to casting with him that night. ummm this is the first time for me .....Actually, I really want to go but I denied him because I want to go to the club more. When I met Pui, Christina and Maggie, I told the story which I just met a modeling gay to them. That time I was excited so I didn't notice about still have other person there. After that Pui introduced a man who stood behind her to me. So I knew his name at that time. His name is Larry but at that time I thought his name is Rally so I keep called him like that. (Actually, I heard from Pui that will have a new Malaysian trainee joined with us.) I just said "Hi" to him and continued my story with my friends. (Frankly, at the first time I met him, I felt he was handsome but just only that first sight haha...sorry dear) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ps......I have just known how to spell his name when we have already been couple and I know that because I chatted with his girlfriend's friend, Suansim and she asked me why I spelled Larry name like that. .... haha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then we walked around SIAM Center and Christina stopped at a shoes shop. While I was waiting Christina chosen her shoes, Larry came to me and asked my name again. "Um...You didn't care my name at all what you was thinking when Pui introduced me to you" I thought like that when he asked my name. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afterwards we went to the club but we arrived there a bit late so we didn't get the table inside the club for that reason we had to sit outside. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This guy was very show off. Did he think, the way he danced was sexy?" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought ......and made me don't like him because his dancing style. And then we went inside the club and danced. I said to him that "Don't be naughty" I can remember just only that sentence. Don't ask me why I said like that because until now I haven't found answer yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! Yeah! He tried to show that he can drink a lot alcohols, thus he helped me to drink and at the end of the story was he drunk and vomited. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is my first impression which I had to him at that time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hope he will read blog and tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;what was his impression to me at that time too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.images[0].src = "http://www.bloggang.com/data/close2heaven/picture/1127994137.gif"; document.images[0].width =229; document.images[0].height =63 &lt;/script&gt;
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At that time I don't know about name of movie so I try to find some information about that. Finally, I found that movie was contributed from a novel. "THE NOTEBOOK" is the name of this novel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;man with a faded, well-worn notebook open in his lap.A woman experiencing a morning ritual she doesn't understand.Until he begins to read to her.&lt;br /&gt;THE NOTEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. . . is an achingly tender story about the enduring power of love, a story of miracles that will stay with you forever. Set amid the austere beauty of coastal North Carolina in 1946, THE NOTEBOOK begins with the story of Noah Calhoun, a rural Southerner returned home from World War II. Noah, thirty-one, is restoring a plantation home to its former glory, and he is haunted by images of the beautiful girl he met fourteen years earlier, a girl he loved like no other. Unable to find her, yet unwilling to forget the summer they spent together, Noah is content to live with only memories. . . until she unexpectedly returns to his town to see him once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Allie Nelson, twenty-nine, is now engaged to another man, but realizes that the original passion she felt for Noah has not dimmed with the passage of time. Still, the obstacles that once ended their previous relationship remain, and the gulf between their worlds is too vast to ignore. With her impending marriage only weeks away, Allie is forced to confront her hopes and dreams for the future, a future that only she can shape.&lt;br /&gt;Like a puzzle within a puzzle, the story of Noah and Allie is just beginning. As it unfolds, their tale miraculously becomes something different, with much higher stakes. The result is a deeply moving portrait of love itself, the tender moments, and fundamental changes that affect us all. Shining with a beauty that is rarely found in current literature, THE NOTEBOOK establishes Nicholas Sparks as a classic storyteller with a unique insight into the only emotion that really matters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This story is my inspiration for creation this blog. 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