<?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-1153412860141452838</id><updated>2012-01-22T03:32:02.666+07:00</updated><category term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><category term='Randomly Posting'/><category term='About Jill'/><category term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><category term='Free Download'/><title type='text'>a cup of tea</title><subtitle type='html'>imagine a lazy afternoon and a cup of tea with me, and these are the best thing we could have.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-765753949287880135</id><published>2012-01-18T20:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:54:38.038+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Zander: Classical Music with Shining Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;I never stated this anywhere around my blogs before, but anyone who knows me personally would know this:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a piano player. Not that I play piano for living but I play piano since I was like 5 or 6 years old. I play classical music. I was never really fond of it. It doesn’t mean I hate classical music, I don’t. I even enjoy classical music at some point or another. Well, recently, I wasn’t at that point. I wasn’t into piano. But just now, my sister came into my room and gave me a video to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r9LCwI5iErE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Benjamin Sandler. I am so fascinated, looking at this video. I am not going to put it from the musician perspectives. I am not going to take the music lesson here, now. What fascinates me most is the fact that he knows who he is and what he is going to do: to find the shining eyes. I am 19, going 20. The truth is I never really know what I am capable of. I don’t have one, particular, very special talent or characteristic. I even wonder what my job is in this world. Am I loving? Am I patient? Am I a good writer? Or maybe a good musician? Or will I be a good accountant? What am I going to do with my whole life? Am I an artist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Looking at him in this video makes me realize that this is the person who knows what he is doing, that this is the example if you are doing what you are truly made for and capable of. I told myself: Jill, you see that man in the video? You’ve got to be one like him: who knows what you’re doing and what you’re capable of; who knows what you’re going to do with your life and your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;And I think I’d like to share it here, in case there are people who are on the same page as I am now. I hope, also for myself, that we are going to go through this soon, and discover our personal legend in the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;PS: if you are curious about what ‘personal legend’ is, you should read &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;The Alchemist &lt;/i&gt;by &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/i&gt;. A really great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-765753949287880135?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/765753949287880135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=765753949287880135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/765753949287880135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/765753949287880135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2012/01/benjamin-zander-classical-music-with.html' title='Benjamin Zander: Classical Music with Shining Eyes'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r9LCwI5iErE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3703860037029361159</id><published>2011-12-27T16:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:53:12.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside- Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.byvideo.org/resim/images-of-cartoon-characters-a-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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I don’t really know that much, just basic things such as introvert- extrovert: phlegmatic, melancholic, choleric, and sanguine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Here’s a brief explanation about these four before I go on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Introvert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;: the ones who love to be with themselves, not too sociable but they are more comfortable with small groups. The introverts got their energy by enjoying their own time. Then, the introverts could be divided into two other types:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:72.0pt;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level2 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;o&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Phlegmatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;: the ones who care &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;less&lt;/i&gt; about things, insensitive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 72pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;o&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Melancholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;: the ones who keep things to themselves, usually think too much and very sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:72.0pt;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level2 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Extrovert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;: the ones who love to be with others, very sociable. They get their energy by socializing and they &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; to be in the crowd. It could be divided into two other types:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:72.0pt;mso-add-space: auto;text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level2 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;o&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Choleric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;: the leaders, anyone who love to lead and organize things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left:72.0pt;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level2 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;o&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Sanguine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;: the center of attention, the jokers. They talk more and usually very cheerful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Human usually do not only have one particular type, like purely phlegmatic, or purely melancholic. We have these mixtures between all of these types. For instance we could be more to extrovert, but there are times when we would like to be alone, right? Vice versa. It’s just the matter of more of which. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Me? Oh, I am more into introvert. I keep things to myself, and to my observances, introvert people love to write. We usually don’t talk much to others but we keep the conversation and thoughts to ourselves. So I ran a test in my high school, and the result is I am (1) phlegmatic, (2) choleric, and (3) melancholic. It occurs that these three are really tight that they only differed by one point each. However, one thing for sure: I am not sanguine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;I remember that once in few years ago, I had a conversation with one friend. He is rather melancholic, I could tell, and maybe choleric (I am not really sure about the second one). Anyway, he is a melancholic that I could sense it in that conversation. It was so nice talking to him because he actually had so much in mind. So I told my other friends that he was so melancholic and so sensitive and had such a lot of things on his head. I never meant to put that into some kind of disrespect or something. Never. However, my friends laughed and I was so confused why, but (blame on me) I never asked them why and never really fixed things up. Yet after that time, I never really spoke to him again. Maybe it was because he heard what I told my friends about him and he felt humiliated, I don’t know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;So here’s the thing: I don’t think that one type is better than another. I don’t think that being a sanguine, the center of the attention, the cheerful one, is better than being a melancholic. No, I don’t mean that. I adore melancholic people, as I adore choleric, phlegmatic, and sanguine people. I read several great books that I believe the authors are melancholic, such as Paulo Coelho and Mitch Albom. They wrote amazingly and stunningly because they think about life deeply. I adore the choleric as they have their natural leaders inside, also with phlegmatic and sanguine, with their own uniqueness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;The second thing I would like to emphasize is that the essence of each type would change over time, along with our circumstances and how we grow along with them. When I was small, I was so choleric. I was the leader of the class and many organizations. However, it changed over time. When I was high school, I was rather melancholic, but still choleric. And honestly, I hated myself for that. I thought, “Ah, it would be so nice if I could be sanguine. Everyone would love me and I could befriend with everyone.” And as I grow up, now I am more to be phlegmatic, choleric and melancholic. The difference is now that I appreciate each of the character and their own uniqueness, I appreciate myself more, and as I appreciate myself more, I could learn how to increase my own value. For example, I am not sanguine, but I could &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;learn&lt;/i&gt; how to be one cheerful and nice person toward others, without really changing my own uniqueness. By being a choleric I could lead. By being a melancholic, I could write blogs and be a listener. By being a phlegmatic I could me all of the above as I wish, without worrying about what people think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;And lastly, I am totally agreed with the saying: ‘&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;The more we understand ourselves, the more we understand others.’&lt;/i&gt; As I understand myself, I could understand people. I could respect people when they are quite, as when they are cheerful. I could respect my friends when they talk more, as they talk less; as they read books or as they tell stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Many times, I give my friends advice: love yourself, if you can’t love yourself, change things you cannot love. If you cannot change them, love them, because it is the only thing you could do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;With love and hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-3703860037029361159?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3703860037029361159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=3703860037029361159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3703860037029361159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3703860037029361159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/12/inside-out.html' title='Inside- Out'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3322282725731529611</id><published>2011-12-26T23:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:29:18.757+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.christmastimeclipart.com/images/2/x4000512aa/img_large_watermarked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 388px;" src="http://images.christmastimeclipart.com/images/2/x4000512aa/img_large_watermarked.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas, Comrades!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know its late. I know this December 26 and it's pretty late already, but I still want to say Merry Christmas to all of you who have stopped by my blog and probably have been reading my blog for I-don't-know-how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my big, fat, beardy Santa, wishing you a perfect holiday and wonderful Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my Santa. 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I haven’t really thought about them right now, so here are the first 10 lists. It might be added next time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to have better GPA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;Why I put it on the very first list? I don’t know. I am actually not that kind of ambitious person. I put littlest care about scores or GPA, but when I typed this down, the first thing came into my mind was this. So here it is, on the very first list. This includes to pay attention to class (which is very, very hard since I feel sleepy all the time at campus), do all the homework, and attend all classes. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to blog more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;I know, right? I blog seasonally and think I better put up my mind when to blog and discipline myself through it. The reasons are well, firstly I love writing; secondly, writing keeps my English in place (and I hope, better); thirdly, it keeps me thinking critically; and lastly, it keeps my soul alive, I don’t know how. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need to read more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:36.0pt"&gt;I love reading books, but for your information, I read SLOWLY. I can read one book for three months, unless I am forced to read that. Or worse, I can leave the book half finished even though I know the book is great. I once read a novel by Haruki Murakami titled “Kafka on the Shore”. I was so intense reading the first half of the book but then I leave it and even forget about it so then I asked my sister about the ending. I also read this Indonesian literature called Bumi Manusia, which is also left ¾ finished for almost one year now. I think I should stop reading new novel references and start reading the ones I have in my room. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to keep my devotions alive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;Actually in these two months I’ve been stopping my devotions and Morning Prayer. Bad, I know. But I just couldn’t feel anything right now. I’ll talk about this later in my other blog. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wish I could have my holiday abroad&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;I want to go once again to Hong Kong; or maybe for 2012, I wish I could go to South Korea. I want to take a lot of pictures, walk around the streets with languages I don’t understand, and watch how others live, which have totally different lives but with the same hair and skin color. It’s just interesting, isn’t it? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to play hard and study hard, also sleep more. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;About this one, I have completely no idea how. I just wish I could. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to give more well-prepared presents &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;This Christmas I gave presents to people that I owe so much in 2011: family, boyfriend and friends. I didn’t prepare that much that I could not give them proper presents. I would really like to give them something better next year. But again, I’m not good at finding presents. I could spend the whole probably two weeks to really find something achievable and rather nice presents. So yeah, maybe next time will be far better&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to increase my soft skills&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;Truth be told, I might look talkative in my blogs, twitter or tumblr, but I’m &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good in socializing, in the real world I mean. I am more of introvert and I love being with my own self. However, recalling that I am really stepping into one to another world, I should really start practicing my speech and smile. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to increase my piano skill&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;Well, about this, just this. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need to be a better daughter, sister, girlfriend and friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"&gt;Honestly I don’t really put that much effort to role as stated above. I need to work it out more next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8806258129931780654?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8806258129931780654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8806258129931780654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8806258129931780654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8806258129931780654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-wish-list-resolutions.html' title='2012 Wish List/ Resolutions'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-5450311319016027738</id><published>2011-12-23T23:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:43:22.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Updated- December 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think lately is the longest and, at the same time, shortest two weeks ever. It was so hectic at campus, tons of work and assignments, quizzes and exams, and at the same time I have to balance my time with another personal things to settle. Gladly I am still alive. Phew~ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today is December 23, two days before Christmas. Well, it’s actually 11.30 PM when I write this entry, so technically, Christmas is only about 25 hours ahead. Unlike years before, I spend these days without walking around in the malls with Christmas tree, or being one busy body around the church all day long weeks before. It felt so…strange. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I really am thinking of putting my New Year wish list and resolutions BEFORE New Year, but next week is last week of 2011 and I still have a bunch of things to do, especially I have tons of work from my beloved lectures. Wish me luck, guys. See you later&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-5450311319016027738?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5450311319016027738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=5450311319016027738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5450311319016027738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5450311319016027738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-updated-december-2011.html' title='Life Updated- December 2011'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-2322090746534173484</id><published>2011-12-06T20:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:40:46.749+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N4c_I6PhFyw/TQhqBLg1DRI/AAAAAAAACgw/uZQdsBMgDNQ/s1600/ab_life20.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N4c_I6PhFyw/TQhqBLg1DRI/AAAAAAAACgw/uZQdsBMgDNQ/s1600/ab_life20.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;This post is regarding to the suicidal tendencies stated on the news recently: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;When I had an accident last July, I was wounded quite badly. I had my knees and hands bruised and my front tooth cracked. It was different from the one happened on my last blog. This was two months before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;So I got home with my dad, bruised here and there. When I got home, my mom cried. I didn’t cry at all. It was hurt, but it was okay. I sat on the chair in my living room, when my sister came with along with water and else, suddenly she hugged me, and she cried her eyes out while saying, “Thank God you’re okay. Thank God you’re still alive.” I nearly cried. My mom and my sister cried in my place. I never knew I was that precious until I saw them cried that badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Then I realized: human are designed particularly that way to live side by side, connected to each other. No matter how we live in this world, our lives intersect with others’, and that’s when we should realize that our lives are not only ours anymore. Our lives are others’ too. Our lives are theirs, too. There would at least be one person, crying for our sake when we are gone; that everyone is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Love and hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-2322090746534173484?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2322090746534173484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=2322090746534173484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2322090746534173484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2322090746534173484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/12/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N4c_I6PhFyw/TQhqBLg1DRI/AAAAAAAACgw/uZQdsBMgDNQ/s72-c/ab_life20.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1083068312126920762</id><published>2011-12-04T21:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:46:39.984+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;I haven’t been blogging in almost 3 months. And still today, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;don’t know what to write. I have lists of topics in my phone’s memo, yet I looked at it, and still don’t know what to write. Bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;t I miss writing. I miss painting in words. That’s how I end up writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;It might be better if I put it as ‘updating life’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;So,  currently, everything happened. I started third semester three months  ago, which contains of 23 SCU (part of my reasons why I stopped blogging  for a while); I had motorbike accident (also part of my lame reason why  I stopped blogging); and lastly, I finally decided to have my life  accompanied by someone (which is also keeping me occupied these days).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;First,  I started third semester, and the schedule sucks. I got a whole day at  campus, from early morning till late. I got these morning and night  classes, and in the middle, I had 5 hours break. I couldn’t go home, so I  had my long, long break at campus. It keeps me half alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Secondly,  for those of you who don’t know yet, because of the traffic I decided  to go to campus by motorbike. No, I don’t drive; my dad drives me to  campus everyday. Late September, I had a motorbike accident. It wasn’t  really ‘accident’. But, well, I fell off the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;So  here’s the story: I was on my way to campus, when another motorbike  drove pass me and snatched my bag. My campus bag. Yes, it was snatched. I  put the bag in front of me (in the middle of me and my dad), and it was  snatched, just like that. No, I didn’t fall because of that. The  snatchers didn’t harm me. But I was so freaked out and I screamed and I  told my dad to go after them (it was two of them). My bag had everything  precious you could name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; them: my phone, my iPod, my wallet (ID card, Student ID, credit card, debit card, EVERYTHING), and a LOT of things. So my dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;and I went after them, and I screamed (yes, I literally screamed). When finally we got near the snatchers, they won’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;  stop, they kept going, so my dad drove our motorbike toward them, and  bang! Four of us fell. Long story short, I got my bag back, along with  the bruises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKOa32UHDoQ/TtuBZlLf-oI/AAAAAAAAACk/itNo6-lP7aU/s1600/IMG-20111026-00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKOa32UHDoQ/TtuBZlLf-oI/AAAAAAAAACk/itNo6-lP7aU/s320/IMG-20111026-00006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682277631335070338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;This one was right after the accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;This is tonight. Still have some scars, aye? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvJAnhG_bR4/TtuChtxnk1I/AAAAAAAAACw/qw9xE6qpXqI/s1600/IMG-20111204-00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvJAnhG_bR4/TtuChtxnk1I/AAAAAAAAACw/qw9xE6qpXqI/s320/IMG-20111204-00118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682278870593016658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Yet thank God my dad and I are okay, despite of any scars remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Anyway, for the last one, I think I better keep it for another post for another time. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;That’s all for today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1083068312126920762?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1083068312126920762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1083068312126920762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1083068312126920762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1083068312126920762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-updated.html' title='Life Updated'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKOa32UHDoQ/TtuBZlLf-oI/AAAAAAAAACk/itNo6-lP7aU/s72-c/IMG-20111026-00006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-7974685649863042156</id><published>2011-10-05T09:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:31:11.089+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Important Lessons of How to Treat People</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; 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First Important Lesson - “Know The Cleaning Lady”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say “hello.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Second Important Lesson - “Pickup In The Rain”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special note was attached. It read: “Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Third Important Lesson - “Remember Those Who Serve”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. “How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked. “50¢,” replied the waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. “35¢!” she brusquely replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy again counted his coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn’t have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fourth Important Lesson - “The Obstacles In Our Path”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand - “Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Fifth Important Lesson - “Giving When It Counts”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.globalone.tv/profiles/blogs/how-to-treat-others-5-lessons"&gt;http://www.globalone.tv/profiles/blogs/how-to-treat-others-5-lessons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-7974685649863042156?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7974685649863042156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=7974685649863042156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7974685649863042156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7974685649863042156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/10/five-important-lessons-of-how-to-treat.html' title='Five Important Lessons of How to Treat People'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-4134630709094354957</id><published>2011-09-26T18:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T18:02:56.408+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stephanielie.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/break-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 229px;" src="http://stephanielie.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/break-up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Gw tiba-tiba keinget ya, beberapa tahun lalu waktu gw masih getol2nya dengerin radio, malem2 tuh penyiar radionya nanya: umur relationship itu ngaruh nggak sih? Apa lu tipe orang yg bakal mempertahankan suatu relationship (pacaran) hanya gara2 ‘sayang banget udah berapa tahun’ atau nggak. Terus ya, setelah itu gw lupa apa pembahasannya. Cuman inget pertanyaannya doang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Then, I start to question it recently since a lot of things happened. Tapi menurut gw it’s silly to hold onto a relationship just because its length. Iya nggak sih? I think, people tend to hold onto a bad relationship because of its length, because some people are too afraid to be alone. Temen2 gw, (lagi2), belakangan ini nanya: “Jill, gw udah pacaran sekian taun, kok dia nggak ada hati gitu sih. Jadi sekian taun gw pacaran ke mana kenangan2 kita?” iya, lagi2 jawaban gw cuman: “Gw nggak tau.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;“Tapi,” kata gw, “Ya lu mau 1 bulan pacaran atau 10 tahun, kalau orangnya ternyata bersifat buruk begini, ya lu mau ngapain? Kalau udah 10 tahun, then you wanna hold onto it? Gw nggak tau sih gimana kalau lu. Tapi menurut gw, itu udah nggak bisa diterima. Jadi ya, daripada lu married sama orang kayak gitu?” Nah, biasanya abis gw ngomong gini ke orang2, mereka langsung lega. Langsung berasa kuat dan keren dan pengen nyari orang yg lebih baik. Tapi biasanya lagi, jam 12 malem mereka hubungin gw lagi. Galau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Terus gw pernah ditanya lagi satu pertanyaan: “Jill, lu gimana caranya move on dan bisa membuka pintu lain dengan cepat?” hmm… kayaknya nggak cepet deh. Mungkin cepet menurut mereka, tapi perjuangannya juga mati2an. Tapi menurut gw sih, hold on to a good relationship. Let go bad relationship. Let go, bener2 let go. Find what’s best for you. Who makes you happy and better person. No matter how long the relationships are, let it go kalau itu put bad impact. It doesn’t count the length of the relationships. I think all of us deserve the best. But to open a new door, you should really shut the door. And when you already shut that damn door, a new way will find you better life, supposedly. Well it works for me. &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“Yang penting bukan tegas sama orang itu tapi tegas sama diri sendiri” –my friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Gw mudah gitu ya keliatannya ngmg gini, but you’ll never know how much effort I put into life and get the lessons. Yet it is worth the fight. I never know if the solutions I put either on my blogs or the ones I told my friends really work for everyone. But you could just ambil sedikit dari apa yang gw tulis dan dimodif sana sini, then you’ll find your way. Atau mungkin lu bisa get your own solutions, atau apply my solutions as a whole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-4134630709094354957?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4134630709094354957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=4134630709094354957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/4134630709094354957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/4134630709094354957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/gw-tiba-tiba-keinget-ya-beberapa-tahun.html' title='Timeliness'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3615430977845586793</id><published>2011-09-23T21:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T21:13:28.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the first week of my second year in university. Well, kesannya: CAPE. Biar gw jelaskan jadwal kampus gw briefly. Dari Selasa sampe Jumat, gw pulang kuliah paling cepet tuh 0530 PM; paling malem adalah jam 0830 PM. Mulainya, 2 hari dimulai dari pukul 0730 AM, 2 hari lagi dimulai pukul 1130 PM. Hari Senin aja yang gw berangkat siang dan pulang sore. Selebihnya, malem. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, strange enough, I found that this week has been more interesting than I have ever imagined before. Mungkin karena baru masuk dari liburan 3 bulan, jadi gw agak semangat mulai kuliah. Well, let’s see sampe kapan gw semangat. Dosen2nya juga lebih mending daripada semester 2, walau jadwal kuliahnya berantakan. Dan doakan saya, semoga saya tetap bersemangat sampai final exam nanti. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Buat kalian2 yang kuliah, kerja atau sekolah, atau mungkin nganggur, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cemungudthh eaaaa qaqa2 cemuaahhh &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;XO,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-3615430977845586793?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3615430977845586793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=3615430977845586793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3615430977845586793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3615430977845586793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-week.html' title='First Week'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1920083639781987180</id><published>2011-09-20T19:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:25:50.295+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(500) Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uthyfebrianti.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/500-days-of-summer-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 401px;" src="http://uthyfebrianti.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/500-days-of-summer-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;“This is a story of a boy meets girl. But you should know up front: this is not a love story.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve watched this film for like, the third time, maybe even the fourth time now. I just watched it again right before I think of writing a review of my own regarding this film. Again, for those of you who haven’t watched this, please do watch it first before you want to spoil yourself with reading my review. Personally, I really recommend this film. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also want to emphasize in the beginning that this is MERELY my perspective. I never really find someone who agrees with me. So, yeah, we could just agree to disagree. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay (nervous sigh), well, firstly, I think, Summer loves Tom. It is never clearly stated in the movie, no words of I love you, and not a word of serious relationship, at the end she even got married with other guys. But I really, do think, that Summer loves Tom. Tom chickened out when he was in the bar with Summer, and he asked about her getting into any relationship then she said: “I never want to be anyone’s girlfriend. In fact I never think of being anyone’s anything.” And Tom, again, he &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;chickened out&lt;/i&gt; when Summer asked Tom: “Is that true? You like me?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;Tom: “Yeah, I… I like you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;Summer: “As... friends?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;Tom: “Yeah, as friends.” While he had been stalking her for quite a time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personally, I really think that Summer waits for Tom to put an effort, a real effort to get her; to ignore what she said about ‘not getting into a serious relationship’ and start kicking his ass to get her. I think it was what all girls in the world want. We want to see if we are worth fighting for. We want to be fought for. That’s why all the fairy tales work out: because the prince fought for the princess; not matter how hard. And maybe that’s why, I think, Summer got married at the end of the movie: because someone asked her. Remember she told Tom that? “Then, he came and asked me about that.” And then, at the end of movie, Tom &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; asked Autumn out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was never really sure about my perspective, because as long as I know, everyone watches it and says: “Poor Tom and bad Summer.” But I feel bad for Summer, especially toward at the end of their relationship. She cried when they watched a movie about people married, she sighed a lot. I think it was as hard for her to leave Tom. I think she wants Tom back, but Tom never, ever tried to really get her back. He just kept saying: I want her back, I want her back, but he never said it up front. Even when they danced for the last time in their friends’ wedding, Tom didn’t say anything. In my opinion, Summer wanted to dance with him just to make sure of her feelings, and his. And while at last he never brought up anything, she just wanna let it go. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is a great movie. Well, with different interpretations available, though. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1920083639781987180?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1920083639781987180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1920083639781987180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1920083639781987180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1920083639781987180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/500-days-of-summer.html' title='(500) Days of Summer'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-7356677795215750361</id><published>2011-09-15T11:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:31:10.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} span.quote1  {mso-style-name:quote1;  mso-style-unhide:no;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Things to be pondered on; a very short entry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;“&lt;span class="quote1"&gt;People were created to be loved. Things were created to be used. The reason why the world is in chaos is because things are being loved and people are being used.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These are the sentences that summarize the bitter truth of this life. This is why people are hurt; this is why hearts are broken; this is why people kill each other; this is why, there are wars. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes, menurut gw, manusia cenderung value dead things over human-being. For example, corruption occurs because of love toward money over people. To think about it, mungkin kalau mereka love human more, koruptor2 itu nggak akan corrupt. Instead, mereka akan lebih menimbang2 kesejahteraan rakyatnya. Begitu pula dalam kehidupan sehari2. Ada orang2 yg lebih memilih kehilangan temannya dibanding kehilangan uang. Ada orang2 yg lebih memilih kehilangan kepercayaan. Ada orang2 yg memalsukan cinta hanya demi mendapatkan barang2 yg dia impikan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, the thing about nowadays is: instead of growing love in the society, people tend to fake love &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hugs, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-7356677795215750361?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7356677795215750361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=7356677795215750361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7356677795215750361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7356677795215750361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/bitter-truth.html' title='Bitter Truth'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1195755549470690671</id><published>2011-09-14T10:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:24:41.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things to Give Up Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; 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mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;Give up trying to be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; line-height:150%"&gt; – The real world doesn’t reward perfectionists, it rewards people who get things done.  &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;Give up comparing yourself to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – The only person you are competing against is yourself.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;Give up dwelling on the past or worrying too much about the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Right now is the only moment guaranteed to you.  Right now is life.  Don’t miss it.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;Give up complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt; – Do something about it.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;Give up holding grudges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; line-height:150%"&gt; – Grudges are a waste of perfect happiness.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;Give up waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt; – What we don’t start today won’t be finished by tomorrow.  Knowledge and intelligence are both useless without action.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;Give up lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – In the long-run the truth always reveals itself.  Either you own up to your actions or your actions will ultimately own you.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;Give up trying to avoid mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; line-height:150%"&gt; – The only mistake that can truly hurt you is choosing to do nothing simply because you’re too scared to make a mistake.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt;Give up saying, “I can’t.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; line-height:150%"&gt; – As Henry Ford put it, “Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you are right.”&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up trying to be everything to everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;– Making one person smile can change the world.  Maybe not the whole world, but their world.  Start small.  Start now.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up thinking you’re not ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Nobody ever feels 100% ready when an opportunity arises.  Because most great opportunities in life force us to grow beyond our comfort zones, which means we won’t feel totally comfortable at first.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up setting small goals for yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;– Many people set small goals because they’re afraid to fail.  Ironically, setting these small goals is what makes them fail.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up trying to do everything by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – You are the sum of the people you spend the most time with.  If you work together, you will be far more capable and powerful than you ever could have been alone.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up buying things you don’t need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Manage your money wisely so your money does not manage you.  Do not spend to impress others.  Do not live life trying to fool yourself into thinking wealth is measured in material objects. &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up blaming others for your troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – The extent to which you can live your dream life depends on the extent to which you take responsibility for your life.  When you blame others for what you’re going through, you deny responsibility – you give others power over that part of your life.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;16.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up making mountains out of molehills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – One way to check if something is worth mulling over is to ask yourself this question: “Will this matter in one year’s time?  Three years?  Five years?  If not, then it’s not worth worrying about.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;17.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up trying to live up to the expectations of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt; – Work on it for real and exceed your own expectations.  Everything else will fall into place.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;18.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up the ‘easy street’ mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – There is too much emphasis on finding a ‘quick fix’ in today’s society.  For example taking diet pills to lose weight instead of exercising and eating well.  No amount of magic fairy dust replaces diligent, focused, hard work.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;19.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up making promises you can’t keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Don’t over-promise.  Over-deliver on everything you do.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;20.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up letting your thoughts and feelings bottle up inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt; – People are not mind readers.  They will never know how you feel unless you tell them.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;21.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up beating around the bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Say what you mean and mean what you say.  Communicate effectively.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;22.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up avoiding change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – However good or bad a situation is now, it will change.  That’s the one thing you can count on.  So embrace change and realize that change happens for a reason.  It won’t always be easy or obvious at first, but in the end it will be worth it.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;23.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up your sense of entitlement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Nobody is entitled to anything in this world.  We are all equal.  We breathe the same air.  We get what we give.  We get what we earn.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;24.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up waiting until the last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Those who fail to plan, plan to fail.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;25.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up being dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Stay out of other people’s drama and don’t needlessly create your own.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;26.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up being anti-athletic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Get your body moving!  Simply take a long, relaxing walk or commit 30 minutes to an at-home exercise program like the P90X workout.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;27.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up junk food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – You are what you eat.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;28.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up eating as a means of entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Don’t eat when you’re bored.  Eat when you’re hungry.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;29.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up foolish habits that you know are foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Don’t text and drive.  Don’t drink and drive.  Don’t smoke.  Etc.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;30.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up relationships with people who bring you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Saying “no” to right people gives you the time and resources required to say “yes” to right opportunities.  Spend time with nice people who are smart, driven and likeminded.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;31.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up being shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Network with people.  Meet new people.  Ask questions.  Introduce yourself.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;32.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up worrying about what others think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Unless you’re trying to make a great first impression (job interview, first date, etc.), don’t let the opinions of others stand in your way.  What they think and say about you isn’t important.  What is important is how you feel about yourself.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;33.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up trying to control everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Life is an unpredictable phenomenon.  No matter how good or bad things seem right now, we can never be 100% certain what will happen next.  So do you best with what’s in front of you and leave the rest to the powers above you.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;34.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up doing the same thing over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – In order to grow, you must expand your horizons and break free of your comfort zone.  If you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re getting.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;35.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up following the path of least resistance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Life is not easy, especially when you plan on achieving something worthwhile.  Don’t find the easy way out.  Do something extraordinary.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;36.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up persistent multi-tasking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Do one thing at a time and do it right.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;37.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up thinking others are luckier than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – The harder you work, the luckier you will become.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;38.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up filling every waking moment with commitments and activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; line-height:150%"&gt; – It’s okay to be alone.  It’s okay to do nothing sometimes.  Think.  Relax. Breathe.  Be.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;39.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up making emotional decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Don’t let your emotions trump your intelligence.  Slow down and think things through before you make any life-changing decisions.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;40.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up doing the wrong things just because you can get away with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; line-height:150%"&gt; – Just because you can get away with something doesn’t mean you should do it.  Think bigger.  Keep the end in mind.  Do what you know in your heart is right.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;41.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up focusing on what you don’t want to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Focus on what you do want to happen.  Positive thinking is at the forefront of every great success story.  If you awake every morning with the thought that something wonderful will happen in your life today, and you pay close attention, you’ll often find that you’re right.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;42.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up taking yourself so seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Few others do anyway.  So enjoy yourself and have a little fun while you can.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;43.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up spending your life working in a career field you’re not passionate about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Life is too short for such nonsense.  The right career choice is based on one key point: Finding hard work you love doing.  So if you catch yourself working hard and loving every minute of it, don’t stop.  You’re on to something big.  Because hard work ain’t hard when you concentrate on your passions.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;44.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up thinking about the things you don’t have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Appreciate everything you do have.  Many people aren’t so lucky.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;45.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up doubting others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – People who are determined do remarkable things.  Remember, the one who says it can’t be done should never interrupt the one doing it.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;46.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up fussing with every beauty product on the market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height: 150%"&gt; – Good looks attract the eyes.  Personality attracts the heart.  Be proud to be you.  That’s when you’re beautiful.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;47.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up trying to fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Don’t mold yourself into someone you’re not.  Be yourself.  Oftentimes, the only reason they want you to fit in is that once you do they can ignore you and go about their business.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;48.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up trying to be different for the sake of being different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; line-height:150%"&gt; – Nonconformity for the sake of nonconformity is conformity.  When people try too hard to be different, they usually end up being just like everyone else who is trying to be different.  Once again, be yourself.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;49.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up trying to avoid risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – There’s no such thing as ‘risk free.’  Everything you do or don’t do has an inherent risk.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height: 150%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;50.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;Give up putting your own needs on the back burner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt; – Yes, help others, but help yourself too.  If there was ever a moment to follow your passion and do something that matters to you, that moment is now.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; line-height:150%;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;51.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:150%"&gt;And remember, mistakes make us human, failures help us grow, hope keeps us going and love is the reason we’re alive.  So keep learning, loving and living.  Never give up on yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt; line-height:150%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1195755549470690671?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1195755549470690671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1195755549470690671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1195755549470690671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1195755549470690671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/50-things-to-give-up-today.html' title='50 Things to Give Up Today'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-6346744844326075484</id><published>2011-09-12T10:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:12:01.648+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman are from Earth, So do Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5e8Hjl9w7GE/TXXc1uPX8dI/AAAAAAAACw4/-rcv74EC3iU/s1600/Cute-Man%2526Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5e8Hjl9w7GE/TXXc1uPX8dI/AAAAAAAACw4/-rcv74EC3iU/s1600/Cute-Man%2526Woman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-520092929 1073786111 9 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Q: Jill, kalau seorang cewe baru putus sama cowonya, apakah dia jadi ilfil sama semua cowo? Kenapa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Hmm…… mungkin iya. Tapi menurut gw, itu cuman gara2 emosi sesaat kok. Mungkin karena capek juga. Mungkin karena cewe itu disakitin sama cowonya terlalu, sampai satu titik dia capek. Menurut gw sih nggak cuman cewe ya, cowo juga gitu kok. Intinya, manusia juga gitu. Tapi ya masa pemulihannya yang beda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Eh ngmg2 ya, gw belakangan ini percaya kalau: cewe dan cowo itu sebenernya nggak sebeda apa yang orang2 bilang. Misalnya ya, pada bilang cowo gampang jatuh cinta. Wets, jangan salah. Cewe juga. Ada cewe2 yg mudah banget jatuh cinta. Bahkan saking mudahnya, belom abis satu cinta, dia udah jatuh ke cinta lain. Semacam punya banyak hati. Kalau misalnya, pada bilang cowo tuh suka selingkuh. Wets, jangan salah. Cewe juga banyak yg suka selingkuh. Pada bilang cowo jerk. Cewe juga banyak kok yang suka mainin hati orang. Gantungin orang lain, baik sama cowo, baiknya nggak wajar, terus kalau ditembak bilangnya: “Aduh sori, aku cuman anggep temen” (penggalauan) Ya bener kan. Jujur aja gw sebagai cewe juga ngeliat banyak cewe2 kayak gitu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Ada yang ngaku2 dia baik sama semua orang padahal dia cuman mau ngumpulin fans. Pas udah cowo nya menjauh, dia tiba2 deketin lagi. Ditembak lagi, bilang cuman mau temenan lagi. Ibaratnya kayak, lu melamar kerja di perusahaan. Perusahaannya udah ngasih lu ini itu, kerjaan, bahkan privilege sebagai karyawan. Pas lu nanya: “Bos, saya jadi gimana nih gajinya segala macem?” bos lu bilang, “Aduh sori yah, kamu baik, kamu rajin, kamu jujur, kamu pinter banget, kamu menguasai bahan dengan baik, you’re great, tapi saya nyari orang lain.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;“Loh kok gitu, Bos?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;“Iya, soalnya ya, intinya sih kita cuman baik ya sama semua orang.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Well, one word: It sucks. But deal with it. It doesn’t happen to boys, it happens to girls. It happens to human. So, yeah, jadi apa nyambungnya sama question di atas? Nggak ada sih. Cuman kepikiran aja tiba2 pas nulis ini. Terus ya, sebenernya gw janji buat expand jawaban gw untuk pertanyaan di atas di blogs, tapi since pas gw nulis satu paragraph and I stuck, gw nggak tau lagi gw harus jawab apa. Pertanyaannya minim sih, jadi malah melenceng ke topic lain~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Hugs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-6346744844326075484?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6346744844326075484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=6346744844326075484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6346744844326075484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6346744844326075484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/woman-are-from-earth-so-do-men.html' title='Woman are from Earth, So do Men'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5e8Hjl9w7GE/TXXc1uPX8dI/AAAAAAAACw4/-rcv74EC3iU/s72-c/Cute-Man%2526Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-8659359481501463243</id><published>2011-09-09T11:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:08:03.269+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Littlest Thing that Fits into Big Whole Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://swithya.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/hello_ghost_stills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 342px;" src="http://swithya.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/hello_ghost_stills.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm; 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&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:1;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 0 0 0 0 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;  mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝"; 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Bagi yg belum nonton, boleh ditonton dulu sebelum lanjut baca post entry gw yg ini, kalau nggak nanti jadi spoiler loh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Jadinya, gw nonton ini berharap bakal ada kisah cintanya. Ternyata nggak……… It turns out to be a great family movie. Well, my family consists of, almost the same number like in the movie. I have a sister, mom and dad. Waktu nonton film itu ya, dan toward the end of the film, waktu semuanya ketahuan, gw lalu keinget my family. Dari kecil tuh gw selalu makan bareng keluarga pas dinner, unless for very rarely occasion where we have something to do on our own, but mostly, we eat together. I never really realize how wonderful it is to eat together as a whole family, because apparently it happens to me like normally, like breathing. Which leads me to this film, waktu pas ada adegan di mana mereka makan bareng, ngobrol aja gitu. Biasa. Very normal, as a family, saling cerita, dan seterusnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Ada juga adegan waktu ternyata kokonya beliin mainan buat dia dan temenin dia nonton film kartun yg dia sukain waktu kecil. Itu juga hal biasa yg gw alami di keluarga gw. Nonton bareng, ketawa bareng, dibeliin ini itu since I am the youngest. It was very, very normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Another scene where the thing that his dad did was to teach him how to drive and swim. Again. I never really think about it. My dad taught me everything, berenang, naik sepeda, well, not driving a car yet, though, but well, it is what my dad does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;And the last scene where his mom wanted to cook for him, yang kemudian nyambung sama adegan mereka makan bareng as a family. My mom cooks. Almost everyday. Masakannya enak loh, by the way~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Anyway, kita tuh gitu ya. I think, the littlest thing in life, it was what matters the most. Mungkin kalau gw nggak liat gambaran keluarga itu di film, gw nggak akan pernah menyadari betapa indahnya makan bersama itu, atau belanja bareng, atau jalan2 bareng. Kadang2 kita nggak sadar apa yg kita punya itu berharga, sampai kita lihat orang lain punya itu. Ada kalanya ketika kita liat orang lain punya hal itu, dan kita sadar betapa berharganya hal itu, we’ve lost everything. Fortunately, I haven’t. I still can enjoy my great family today, right at this moment. Fortunately, God gives me the chances to realize, kalau keluarga yang gw punya adalah keluarga yang orang2 impikan selama ini. Keluarga ideal. Bukan sempurna. Tapi ideal. Contoh keluarga yg dijadikan film. Contoh keluarga yang dijadikan patokan bahagia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Gw nggak tau kalian punya keluarga seperti apa. Mungkin kalian anggap gw beruntung, and I am, indeed. But what I’m trying to say is, no matter how your family condition is, it is the most ideal family, God ever give to you. It might not be perfect for the world, but it is perfect. Untuk kalian yg punya keluarga kayak gw, coba deh nonton Hello Ghost ini. Mungkin setelah nonton itu, kalian bisa mengerti sedikit lebih dalam tentang bersyukur. Bersyukur karena ada yang saying kalian, bersyukur karena ternyata kalian nggak sedirian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;With a lot of love especially to my family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt"&gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8659359481501463243?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8659359481501463243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8659359481501463243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8659359481501463243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8659359481501463243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/littlest-thing-that-fits-into-big-whole.html' title='The Littlest Thing that Fits into Big Whole Heart'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-7383706900023725972</id><published>2011-09-08T00:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:40:11.811+07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Your Best is Not Good Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://emyou.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/182e2292f685709e_180_let_go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 126px;" src="http://emyou.files.wordpress.com/2011/07/182e2292f685709e_180_let_go.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-font-charset:78;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1593833729 1073750107 16 0 415 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Beberapa kali temen2 gw curhat tentang mereka putus cinta. Apparently, they all like, happened at almost at the same time. Jadi biasanya late at night adalah waktu2 gw &lt;s&gt;tidur &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;temenin manusia2 galau. Itulah yang mempengaruhi beberapa entry blogs gw belakangan ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Well, another FAQ that I specially put in one blog: Jill, gw harus gimana? No matter what the cases are, whether break up or any other cases, they always asked the same question: “Jill, gw harus gimana?” And I always give the same first answer: “Gw nggak tau.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Then, later, I also give them the same second answer: “Let it go.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;This is what I told them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;“If you still love him/her, usahain dong. Usaha, work things out (apalagi kalau cowo). Tapi sekarang ini, lu tuh udah cape banget. Makanya, lepasin ajalah. Gimana cara tau kapan to let go dan kapan to hold on versi gw adalah: ketika lu udah usahain semuanya, like, everything, and for quite a long time, with enough tears and sadness, and it didn’t work out, let go. Tujuan gw nyuruh lu buat usaha adalah bukan karena gw bilang lu nggak ada harga diri, tapi menurut gw, harga diri itu nggak sebanding dengan penyesalan yang lu bakal terima di masa depan, kalau lu nggak usaha sebaik mungkin sekarang ini. Leave no room for regrets. That’s what I always say to myself either. Gw usaha, dan ketika gw usaha sebaik mungkin tapi nggak berhasil, gw decide to walk away. Seenggaknya ketika 10 tahun ke depan gw melihat ke belakang, gw nggak nyesel gw pernah lepasin orang itu. Karena gw udah give my best, but it didn’t work out, he didn’t want to work it out. And remember that telephone works in two ways. So I let go. I think you should, too. I know it is not easy. It is hard, indeed. But it is not impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;At least think of it this way: orang itu nggak bahagia sama kita, buat apa kita paksain kalau dia ternyata bisa lebih bahagia sama orang lain? Kita udah kasih yg terbaik, tapi tetep nggak bisa. Jadi gimana? Yaudah lepas aja kan. Itu adalah satu2nya cara.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;What would you do if your best is not good enough? You let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;With tons of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-7383706900023725972?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7383706900023725972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=7383706900023725972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7383706900023725972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7383706900023725972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-your-best-is-not-good-enough.html' title='If Your Best is Not Good Enough'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3765905467617212831</id><published>2011-09-08T00:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T00:43:01.738+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frequently Asked Questions- FAQ (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-font-charset:78;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1593833729 1073750107 16 0 415 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1593833729 1073750107 16 0 415 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Cambria;  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"ＭＳ 明朝";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1  {size:595.0pt 842.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1  {page:WordSection1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Why do you write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Nice question. Well, actually if only I could sing well, or compose a song, or paint, or draw, or anything, I would. But the only thing I could do is to write. So I write. I don’t write for anyone. I write for myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Why did you stop writing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;I didn’t. I just compress my writings into smaller spaces like twitter and tumblr. They make things easier for me since I can write anything I want anywhere I am. However, thinking about it, it makes me lose my ability to write long, neat and structurally. And when I start writing this blog again, I find myself hard to write. Not because the deteriorated skills in writing, but I find myself unable to be honest, mengingat apa yang gw tulis akan disajikan di public. Well, it’s hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Why do you write half Indonesian half English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;I think it would be easier to write, and easier to read, since I think pembaca blogs gw juga mostly Indonesian. Dan kayaknya kalau nulis pake bahasa Indonesia lebih berasa ngomong langsung gitu. Tapi sejak gw off nulis di blogs ini dan pindah ke tumblr, gw lebih sering nulis pake bahasa Inggris. Jadi agak kebawa sampe sekarang =p harusnya nggak kok. Gw seneng nulis pake bahasa Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;What are the differences between your blogs, twitter and tumblr? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Okay, I have two blogs. Yang satu adalah yg sedang kalian baca ini, yg satu lagi “.live by faith”; kalau yg ini, gw nulis secara general tentang kehidupan. Kalau yang live by faith gw tulis untuk Tuhan. Twitter gw itu buat seneng2 aja. Buat temen2 gw, buat tau kabar, intinya buat jadi gaul~! Kalau tumblr gw adalah buat diri gw sendiri, makanya sering ada kalimat2 pendek yg kurang jelas apa maksudnya, dan ada kalimat2 panjang yg mgkn sulit dimengerti juga. Intinya, itu buat gw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Anyway, I would post more of FAQ here so feel free to drop your questions &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/msjbobby"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;With love and enthusiastic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Verdana"&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-3765905467617212831?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3765905467617212831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=3765905467617212831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3765905467617212831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3765905467617212831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/frequently-asked-questions-faq-1.html' title='Frequently Asked Questions- FAQ (1)'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-400609287838079026</id><published>2011-09-06T10:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T18:12:16.446+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Pretending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://desmarisme.blogdetik.com/files/2010/12/the_art_of_pretending__by_nonnetta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 240px;" src="http://desmarisme.blogdetik.com/files/2010/12/the_art_of_pretending__by_nonnetta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kadang-kadang gw merasa kalau hidup kita itu kayak kontes, tau nggak. Semacam saling berlomba untuk siapa yang hidup lebih baik, dan siapa yang lebih tidak peduli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jadi selama beberapa bulan ini, I've been like, I don't know how to say this, but, some kind of a listener, or in other words: “trash”, for people who need help and most of them need help in their love life. Let me tell you that I myself haven't successfully lived my love life either, but it is worth a story after all. Therefore, it was my great pleasure to hear them out, and if possible, give them some solutions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well, so, according to my own life, and a summary of people's lives, gw melihat kalau manusia itu ada kecenderungan tertentu untuk berlomba-lomba hidup lebih baik. Okay, let's narrow this down. People tend to have a contest of who could move on first, in love. Kayaknya kita cenderung merasa kalau orang yang bisa move on duluan itu lebih keren. Contoh sederhananya, setelah putus, siapa yang punya gandengan baru duluan. Well, it's not completely wrong. But it's weird. On second thought, it's not that weird since everyone would feel superior if they could move on first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;But it sucks, you know, pretending to be fine when everything is not that great. Come on, honestly, no matter how great our lives are in our stories to others, it is NOT that great, isn't it. Cuman kadang-kadang manusia tuh gitu ya. Pas kita ketemu seseorang yang kita pengen banget lupain, yang ada, bukannya jujur, malah kita adu kebahagiaan, and, faking a smile, maybe laughter. Contohnya gini, pas ketemu orang itu, rasa sakitnya masih ada, kangennya masih ada, semuanya kayak bercampur aduk begitu, tapi yang keluar malah: “Iya, well, I'm doing really great.” Okay, you might really doing great, but honestly, it's not that great, especially with that someone in front of you. Especially if s/he has moved on duluan. Well, it sucks. Liat orang itu udah move on, kita juga berasa pengen cepet-cepet move on. Tapi pernah mikir nggak sih, se-enggak bisa-enggak bisa move on nya kita, masa dia secepat itu sih bisa move on? Se-enggak bisa-enggak bisanya kita lupain dia, ada slightest chance kalau dia juga nggak bisa lupain kita, kan (ini adalah kalimat pede jaya, sekaligus penggalauan) hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;However, thinking about it, no matter how stupid we are when we pretend to be fine, we all do it. I myself never know any way better than pretending to be fine. On one side, it was like, hoping that if I say 'I'm great', I would probably do great later. On one side, it was my weaknesses that someone asked. On another side, itu adalah cara untuk mengubur luka, dengan luka baru. Kemudian one question just popped in my head: if only, if only people are honest enough to say I miss you; if only people are honest enough to say I need you; if only pride is not there, would we be probably, living better life? I never know. I never try. I think the reason we are not honest to ourselves and that someone is, because we are too afraid to hear the answer. We are too afraid to hear that they do not feel the same, and would tear ourselves even deeper. I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-400609287838079026?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/400609287838079026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=400609287838079026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/400609287838079026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/400609287838079026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/kadang-kadang-gw-merasa-kalau-hidup.html' title='The Art of Pretending'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-326309812796715666</id><published>2011-09-06T01:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:25:36.929+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><title type='text'>Hello!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; &lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Wah...................Sudah lama sekali gw nggak menyentuh blog ini. Udah debuan. Bahkan ada sarang laba-labanya.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;*bersih-bersih* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Nah, ngomong2, t's been a very long time and I even doubt if anyone would still read this but it doesn't matter. I write this by request but I haven't managed to find anything to write until today at this moment. So, here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;To open up, I'll tell you how I spend the last one year since the last time I wrote a proper blog. Actually it doesn't mean that I don't write at all. I wrote, but since twitter and tumblr exist, it's getting harder to sit in front of the computer, open up the website and write long enough to be called a proper blog. I put my daily things on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/msjbobby"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;, and I write things for my own soul on my &lt;a href="http://msjbobby.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Anyway, questions: how I spend one year? Well, a lot, I mean, A LOT of things happened. It was my first year in university. I certainly met a lot of great people. Unique, I'd rather say, in their own, beautiful ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;What happened? I created memories. I went on dates. I created love, I broke hearts. I laughed too much, cried too much. I was too happy. I was too sad. I was, well, I was living life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;How they happened? I'll tell you stories, later, one by one, with lessons in it, with memories I put. Just, have to find some inspirations and time to, well, you know, put it into words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;So, if you find yourself interested, stay tuned =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;With love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-326309812796715666?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/326309812796715666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=326309812796715666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/326309812796715666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/326309812796715666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2011/09/wah.html' title='Hello!!'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-6660394534841073628</id><published>2010-09-29T22:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:48:23.846+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Might Bite but I don't have Rabies</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }a:link {  }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ah yes, and you can ask me questions you like here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/msjbobby"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/msjbobby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anything you like, but please be kind~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Best regard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-6660394534841073628?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6660394534841073628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=6660394534841073628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6660394534841073628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6660394534841073628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-might-bite-but-i-dont-have-rabies.html' title='I Might Bite but I don&apos;t have Rabies'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-8429886295957086994</id><published>2010-09-29T22:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:38:11.769+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/107436178/bf3b9905" width="420" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;If I could write a letter to me&lt;br /&gt;And send it back in time to myself at 17&lt;br /&gt;First I'd prove it's me by saying look under your bed&lt;br /&gt;There's a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid&lt;br /&gt;And then I'd say I know it's tough&lt;br /&gt;When you break up after seven months&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don't seem fair&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is pain like that is fast and it's rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh you got so much going for you going right&lt;br /&gt;But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't right for you&lt;br /&gt;And still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back&lt;br /&gt;And you're wondering if you'll survive&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through this and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;You're still around to write this letter to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth&lt;br /&gt;Always stop completely don't just tap your breaks&lt;br /&gt;And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full&lt;br /&gt;On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool&lt;br /&gt;Each and every time you have a fight&lt;br /&gt;Just assume you're wrong and dad is right&lt;br /&gt;And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman&lt;br /&gt;She spent so much extra time&lt;br /&gt;It's like she sees the diamond underneath&lt;br /&gt;And she's polishin' you 'til you shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh you got so much going for you going right&lt;br /&gt;But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the bonfire rally&lt;br /&gt;But you're staying home instead because if you fail Algebra&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad will kill you dead&lt;br /&gt;Trust me you'll squeak by and get a C&lt;br /&gt;And you're still around to write this letter to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got so much up ahead&lt;br /&gt;You'll make new friends&lt;br /&gt;You should see your kids and wife&lt;br /&gt;And I'd end by saying have no fear&lt;br /&gt;These are nowhere near the best years of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll see you in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;When you're a grown man&lt;br /&gt;P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh you got so much going for you going right&lt;br /&gt;But I know at 17 it's hard to see past Friday night&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd study Spanish&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd take a typing class&lt;br /&gt;I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be&lt;br /&gt;I'd say have a little faith and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could write a letter to me&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;These are the lyrics. I was planning to quote only several lines, however I don't know where to quote because the song is simply awesome. The lyrics are perfect. I think this song is what I listened to when I was down in high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;These are nowhere near the best years of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;I wish you wouldn't worry, let it be” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;I keep saying this to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Best regard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8429886295957086994?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8429886295957086994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8429886295957086994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8429886295957086994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8429886295957086994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-to-me.html' title='Letter to Me'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-707771104664825565</id><published>2010-09-29T22:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:26:45.346+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mybestdesktops.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/rainy-window-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.mybestdesktops.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/rainy-window-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my character building class today, my lecturer said to us: do not regret anything in life, because every decision you made that time was simply the best choice you could ever choose, based on what you have that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly gw nggak tahu apakah gw pernah menyesali segala keputusan yang gw buat selama 18 tahun hidup gw. However, when she said that, I was astonished. At some point in my life, gw sempat menyesali beberapa keputusan yang gw buat beberapa tahun lalu. It's like: seharusnya gw nggak memilih hal ini, seharusnya gw nggak begitu, kenapa waktu itu gw begini, kenapa waktu itu gw begitu. There are a lot of things I wish I didn't do. But then, waktu gw diperhadapkan dengan pertanyaan: kenapa, Jill, waktu itu kamu memilih jalan itu? Gw cuman bisa bilang, saat itu, hanya itu yang terpikirkan. Saat itu, gw percaya. Percaya pada orang lain, percaya pada diri gw sendiri, percaya kalau gw bisa lewatin semuanya, and foolishly, I chose that way. Ada saat-saat tersebut: saat-saat penyesalan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then gw lihat lagi hidup gw. Tahun-tahun ke belakang definitely not my best years. It might be my worst year in my whole life. Tapi gw sadar banget, kalau gw nggak lakuin semua itu, gw mungkin nggak akan seperti sekarang ini. Mungkin sekarang gw nggak akan berteman dengan teman-teman gw. Mungkin gw nggak akan menghargai teman-teman baik gw; where they accept me for whoever I am and whoever I was. They don't care what I chose, even though gw tahu, gw sudah mengecewakan mereka in many ways. However, this way, I know who my best friends are. Dan gw sangat menghargai keluarga gw. They helped me, through it all, through my foolish decisions, through my bad choice, they accept me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pernah satu kali gw sempat menceritakan sekilas kisah gw sama satu orang, but then he ended up like, avoiding me, kayak berhenti mendekat. It's okay, really. I mean, this is normal. I know, I've been wrong, and he has his rights to do so. Then I realized one thing: my past is my past. And for whoever that aren't ready to accept me for what I was, they don't deserve who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow, the previous paragraph was not my topic line of this blog. Here's the thing I want to share with you: at one time, you will find yourself on a crossroad. And that time, you  will definitely choose one of the roads. Later, you will find yourself realizing that the road is not a good choice after all. But you keep on moving, knowing there no way back. Then at a certain point, you will find yourself grieving, regretting what you have chosen. Yes, it is okay. This is normal. Every one undergoes the same thing. But then, the funny thing is, if you keep on moving, you will find yourself growing strong. And when you look back, yes, the wound is still there, it still hurts, but then, believe me, you can see a very beautiful picture that God has put in you. No matter what you were, no matter who you were, what you chose, don't regret, my lecturer said. Because it is what shapes you, I added. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gw sendiri sedang mengalami tahap terakhir. Tahap-tahap di mana gw belajar untuk bersyukur. Bagi gw ini nggak mudah, tapi gw tetap akan belajar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With love and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-707771104664825565?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/707771104664825565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=707771104664825565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/707771104664825565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/707771104664825565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/09/p-margin-bottom-0.html' title='Never a Regret'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-8177524888767294946</id><published>2010-09-15T21:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:18:55.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youthchg.com/teacher144.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 260px;" src="http://www.youthchg.com/teacher144.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Beberapa bulan yang lalu, gw sempat memimpin suatu acara. Intinya I spoke in the public. I spoke about family, about parents, regarding hari itu adalah parents' day or mother's day (gw lupa). Well, the thing is, ketika gw ngomong, gw mengucapkan suatu statement kurang lebih seperti ini: kita sebagai anak, harus menghormati pendapat orang tua kita, and so on and so on. And then gw di situ kayak ngomong: sebisa mungkin, kita nurut lah sama orang tua kita. Kemudian yang menarik di sini adalah, setelah itu ada seorang yang lebih tua daripada gw, pembimbing gw yang memang giliran dia untuk pimpin acara selanjutnya, dan dia mengoreksi kata-kata gw di depan publik. Dia bilang bukan seperti itu, sebagai orang muda seharusnya kita memilah-milah apakah perkataan orang tua kita itu baik dan benar untuk dilaksanakan. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kemudian, beberapa hari kemudian, ada seorang teman yang BBM gw, kemudian bertanya satu hal menarik: Jill, waktu kamu dikoreksi kemarin, apa perasaan kamu? Gw terdiam. Sejujurnya, hari itu gw bahkan udah lupa mengenai kejadian ini, terus tiba-tiba ditanya seperti ini, gw bingung sendiri. Gw sempat diskusi sama orang tua gw. Which is kemudian gw bersyukur sekali sempat mendiskusikan hal ini. Mereka bilang: nggak ada masalah kok kamu dikoreksi. Kenapa? Soalnya 1. kamu masih 18 tahun; 2. masih belajar; 3. kamu pun nggak ada les untuk public speaking which is very very normal to have some mistakes when you speak in front of the public and if he corrected you, it is because he studied all the way to speak in front. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then, snap, lesson learned: not the lesson that is given when I was corrected in front. It is the fake head that bangs me the most: it is very normal to make a mistake, and do not be ashamed when you are corrected. Sah-sah saja kita dikoreksi orang. Malah sebenernya, bagus sekali kalau ada orang yang mau mengoreksi gw. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alasan gw menulis blog dengan mengangkat topik ini adalah karena pertanyaan teman gw di atas. Bagaimana perasaan gw saat itu? Sampai detik dia menanyakan hal itu, gw sama sekali nggak menitik beratkan apapun mengenai mengoreksian tersebut. However, when she asked me, I realized that not everyone can accept that. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Therefore, my comrades, when someone corrected you either in front of the public or individually, look at the bright side: you learn something new and believe me, it is very very normal to make mistakeS in our life. Those criticisms are for our benefits. We live, and we learn, aren't we? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;With love and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jill Bobby &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8177524888767294946?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8177524888767294946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8177524888767294946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8177524888767294946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8177524888767294946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/09/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1811716211618789956</id><published>2010-09-15T12:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T13:00:24.226+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Which One Goes First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs275.snc4/40085_1460564326355_1600833176_1035138_3698875_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs275.snc4/40085_1460564326355_1600833176_1035138_3698875_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining, and today's discussion is about love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I woke up and asked myself: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;which one goes first: to love someone or be loved, and try to love someone who loves you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe for certain people, this question is not necessary. They would say: oh, why would you consider about who goes first? Love is about two people falling in love at the right time and places, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's true. In the film, yes, it works. However, in real life, just face it that love doesn't come with wind blowing through our hair and flowers suddenly bloom and love songs can be heard, and also not with the sound from above saying 'Hey, this is your love that you've been waiting for and she will definitely love you too.' No, it doesn't work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it works, then, is by facing us with choices. We choose to love him/her, by the way s/he is. The question is, when we love someone, will s/he love us back? If someone says true love doesn't need anything in return, or in Indonesia: cinta tidak harus memiliki (it sounds cool, right) it sounds bullshit to me. Well maybe some people are able to do so, but not with most of the people. Face the truth: we need to love AND being loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, then some people got their heart broken and decided to wait for the ones who will love them first. In certain condition, yes, maybe i belong to this group of people. Anyway, this kind of love, will not be any easier. Yes, you will not got your heart broken in the first place, but hell, growing love out of your own heart is not easy. There are these kind of people, which are no matter how good they are, how smart they are, or handsome, or rich, or kind, no, you ain't love them. You-just-cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still do not know the answer for this question. However, the question: which one goes first, to love someone and wait for them to love them back; or being loved, and try to love them back- is the same question as if you ask: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;which one goes first: chicken or egg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tons of love and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1811716211618789956?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1811716211618789956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1811716211618789956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1811716211618789956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1811716211618789956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/09/which-one-goes-first.html' title='Which One Goes First'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-357303513352019645</id><published>2010-09-14T22:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:38:54.194+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.beliefnet.com/beyondblue/imgs/randy%20pausch%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 225px;" src="http://blog.beliefnet.com/beyondblue/imgs/randy%20pausch%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I finished watching “The Last Lecture”. I watched him in the Oprah Show several years ago, before he passed away and it was only like 10 minutes, and I was wondering how can I watch the full version, and I found his video yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy Pausch was an unbelievably great man. He is a professor of Computer Science at Carnegie Mellon University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A hero is measured by his heart.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in this case, I would say how someone as Randy Pausch could be one of those heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a professor, which you tell me how smart he is. He was an imagineer. I could never imagine how much work it takes to build one of the rides in Disney Land, and he did it. He achieved most of his childhood dreams. He got all he wanted: a great job, great companions, great relationships, great wife, great children, great family. He has all the things a man could ever wish for. But guess what, beyond all the things he has, he didn't miss out the lessons of life. He did not look down on what life could ever taught him. And believe me, not many people can get those lessons. He learned from others, although he himself realized how smart he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned along my 18 years of living, that people can be genius, amazingly talented in any ways, elegantly beautiful or handsome, however, the people who can impress me are the ones who have more than that; the people who learned more than just textbooks and marks, more than just a CEO in a company or a professor in the best university in the world, more than the top model of the world, more than that, those people have the heart. They have the heart of humbleness, affectionate, warm-hearted, know the value of living and being good to each other, never stop learning and never boast. And he had all the things that needed for me to admire him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All credits to Randy Pausch.&lt;br /&gt;It's my blessing to have your video in my iPod and thank you for reminding me of everything I might have been forgotten, or maybe just never knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-357303513352019645?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/357303513352019645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=357303513352019645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/357303513352019645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/357303513352019645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-lecture-by-randy-pausch.html' title='The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-4408571022163815944</id><published>2010-09-13T20:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:19:47.833+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Susah-susah Gampang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLA~~ So long, people. It's been a very long time since I last posted here. Just for your information, gw akan jarang sekali post di blogspot.com because gw sangat aktif on my tumblr. So, if you mind, just check it out: http://msjbobby.tumblr.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after long break, I suddenly urged to write a post here. Jadi, gw tiba-tiba ingin membahas satu topik tentang cari jodoh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari jodoh itu susah-susah gampang (susahnya dua kali daripada gampangnya). Kenapa gw bisa bilang begitu? Coba aja bayangin, kadang-kadang, kita suka sama orang, orang nggak suka sama kita. Giliran orang suka sama kita, kita nggak suka sama dia. Pas kita sama-sama suka, eh malah nggak jodoh, pisah lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang, gw suka baca status atau judul album foto orang di Facebook yang seperti ini: 'I know s/he is the one I'll be spending my whole life time with.' or like, 'I'll love you forever'. And then, gw kayak: how the hell you can be so sure s/he is the one? Does s/he have a sign above her head written: this belongs to: (yourname) or something? Well, no offense guys. Gw nggak bilang salah. Ini murni pertanyaan gw. Tanpa nada-nada nyolot atau bagaimana ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the point: belakangan ini banyak banget actresses or actors that divorce. And I believe, if two people decided to be married, most probably, it means that they believe they are meant to be, and of course, based on love. Maka mereka memutuskan untuk menikah, isn't it? But then, well, they divorce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang mungkin lebih menyenangkan kalau Tuhan bisa berbicara langsung sama gw, dan bilang: “Jodohmu itu di situ loh Jill.” but then things wouldn't be fun anymore, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-4408571022163815944?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4408571022163815944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=4408571022163815944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/4408571022163815944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/4408571022163815944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/09/susah-susah-gampang.html' title='Susah-susah Gampang'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1859756089355762241</id><published>2010-03-26T22:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:14:53.074+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Sekolah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs11/300W/i/2006/205/b/0/school_by_holiveira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 247px;" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs11/300W/i/2006/205/b/0/school_by_holiveira.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekolah&lt;/span&gt;. Tempat belajar, katanya. Tempat menimba ilmu, katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guru&lt;/span&gt;. Pengajar, katanya. Orang tua bagi murid-muridnya, katanya&lt;br /&gt;Namun, tidak jarang hal-hal ironis terjadi, seperti puisi di bawah ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sekolah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puisi Sigit Setyawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak,&lt;br /&gt;kalau pertanyaannya begini, jawabannya a&lt;br /&gt;kalau pertanyaan begitu, jawabannya b&lt;br /&gt;kalau begini begitu, jawab saja c&lt;br /&gt;itulah rumusnya supaya kamu lulus ujian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Pak,&lt;br /&gt;kalau pertanyaannya tidak begini dan tidak begitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gampang saja,&lt;br /&gt;jawabannya d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf lagi Pak,&lt;br /&gt;kalau pertanyaannya begini dan tidak begitu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu ini murid cerewet,&lt;br /&gt;ya jawab saja e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Pak,&lt;br /&gt;kalau jawabannya cuma sampai d, lalu bagaimana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasar kamu cerewet,&lt;br /&gt;tidak mungkin tidak ada jawaban e,&lt;br /&gt;itu sudah diatur&lt;br /&gt;bahwa suatu soal&lt;br /&gt;jawabannya kalau tidak a, b, c, d, ya e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Pak, apakah saya boleh bertanya?&lt;br /&gt;Saya punya masalah di rumah,&lt;br /&gt;ibu saya tidak bekerja, ayah penghasilan pas-pasan&lt;br /&gt;anak empat, saya harus bersekolah agar pandai,&lt;br /&gt;permasalahan begini dan begitu ini tidak saya hadapi&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidup sehari-hari,&lt;br /&gt;setelah ujian ini, apakah Bapak masih menjadi guru saya,&lt;br /&gt;agar saya mampu mencari pekerjaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ini guru di sekolah&lt;br /&gt;di sekolah&lt;br /&gt;di rumah urusan lain&lt;br /&gt;yang saya ajarkan ini&lt;br /&gt;di sekolah&lt;br /&gt;di sekolah&lt;br /&gt;bukan di rumah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di rumah urusannya lain&lt;br /&gt;lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apalagi di jalan raya atau di televisi&lt;br /&gt;itu bukan urusan sekolahan&lt;br /&gt;ngerti?&lt;br /&gt;ngerti kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayo anak-anak,&lt;br /&gt;kita hafalkan jawabannya&lt;br /&gt;supaya Bapak mendapat pujian dari&lt;br /&gt;kepala sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Februari 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1859756089355762241?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1859756089355762241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1859756089355762241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1859756089355762241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1859756089355762241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/03/sekolah.html' title='Sekolah'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-5549970439682420217</id><published>2010-03-24T21:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:31:30.378+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>2 Pilihan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2007/333/f/8/holding_hands_by_emsvangoth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 276px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2007/333/f/8/holding_hands_by_emsvangoth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilih mana:1.  Ditinggal pergi selamanya tapi tahu sampai saat terakhir hatinya untuk kita; atau 2. Ditinggal pergi dalam arti hatinya diberikan pada orang lain dan bukan untuk kita lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah status di facebook gw beberapa hari yang lalu. And unexpectedly, banyak yang comment. Ada yang pilih nomor 1, ada yang pilih nomor 2. Gw jabarkan secara sederhana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan pertama: seseorang yang lw cintai pergi meninggalkan lw selamanya, meninggal, namun lw tahu bahwa sampai saat terakhir, dia sayang sekali sama lw.&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan kedua: seseorang yang lw cintai pergi meninggalkan lw, tidak selamanya, namun dia pergi bersama orang lain. Hatinya bukan milik lw lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringkasnya, kedua pilihan ini diawali dengan kalimat yang sama: seseorang yang lw cintai. Dilanjutkan dengan kalimat yang sama: pergi meninggalkan lw. Namun, yang pertama pergi untuk selamanya, yang kedua pergi dengan orang lain. Tapi keduanya memiliki kesamaan lain: mereka sama-sama berbahagia. Yang satu berbahagia dengan Tuhan, yang satu berbahagia dengan orang lain. Mana yang lw pilih?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan pertama, hatinya milik lw, tapi selamanya, selamanya, lw nggak bisa melihat senyumnya lagi, mendengar suaranya lagi, berbicara dengannya lagi, selamanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan kedua, hatinya bukan milik lw, tapi lw bisa melihat dia tertawa bahagia, bisa berbicara dengannya, bisa mendengar suaranya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan pertama, memories are kept sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan kedua, segala tawanya, senyumnya, candanya, kata2nya, ditujukan bukan buat anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan kedua, lw akan dapat berpas-pasan dengannya di mall, melihat mereka bergandengan: dia dan seseorang yang baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu menulis status ini, gw sendiri nggak tau jawabannya. Tapi bagi gw, guys, it’s not about the answer or which situation is better. None, none is better. Trust me. What I want to emphasize is this: whatever your condition is, whichever it is: pilihan pertama, pilihan kedua, atau mungkin tidak keduanya, bersyukurlah. Pilihan pertama: bersyukurlah karena hatinya masih untuk anda. Kenangan-kenangan masih tersimpan indah walau sedih. Bersyukurlah walau dia sudah tidak ada, tapi cintanya memang ‘sampai maut memisahkan’. Jika ada di pilihan kedua, bersyukurlah, masih bisa melihat dia, melihat senyumnya, mendengar canda dan suaranya, bersyukurlah. Setidaknya kita tahu, dia berbahagia dan kita juga harus berbahagia dengan jalan kita sendiri. And maybe, just maybe, one day you can pass each other and say hello, maybe start from the beginning as friend, or maybe, just maybe, as, once again, lovers. Jika tidak ada di pilihan pertama ataupun kedua, bersyukurlah. Coba lihat orang yang lw sayang. Bersyukurlah dia masih ada di sini. Berterima kasih lah, karena tidak semua orang dianugerahi karunia seperti itu: dapat bersama-sama orang yang kita cintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silahkan kalian renungkan kembali pertanyaan gw di awal, bayangkan, dan bersyukurlah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tons of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-5549970439682420217?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5549970439682420217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=5549970439682420217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5549970439682420217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5549970439682420217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-pilihan.html' title='2 Pilihan'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-2699690907260629455</id><published>2010-03-16T10:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:22:46.989+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>People, come, visit and follow my tumblr: &lt;br /&gt;http://msjbobby.tumblr.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-2699690907260629455?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2699690907260629455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=2699690907260629455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2699690907260629455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2699690907260629455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/03/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1748501834938361224</id><published>2010-03-06T12:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:54:21.459+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kesempatan dan Pilihan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msp351.photobucket.com/albums/q455/buL3_photo/Love/love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 275px;" src="http://msp351.photobucket.com/albums/q455/buL3_photo/Love/love.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu, someone sent me a chain message di BBM. Isinya menarik. So here I am, wanna share this with you. I’ll leave the interpretation to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertemu adalah kesempatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mencintai adalah pilihan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ketika kita bertemu dengan seseorang yang membuatmu tertarik, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan pilihan, itu kesempatan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bertemu dalam suatu peristiwa bukanlah pilihan, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itupun adalah kesempatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila kita memutuskan untuk mencintai orang tersebut, bahkan dengan segala kekurangannya,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu bukan kesempatan, itu adalah pilihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ketika kita memilih bersama dengan seseorang walaupun apapun yang terjadi, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan ketika kita enyadari bahwa masih banyak orang yang lebih menarik,lebih pandai, lebih kaya, daripada pasanganmu, dan tetap memilih untuk mencintainya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah pilihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perasaan cinta, simpatik, tertarik,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datang bagai kesempatan pada kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tetapi cinta sejati yang abadi adalah pilihan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kita mungkin kebetulanbertemu pasangan jiwa kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi mencintai dan tetap bersama pasangan jiwa kita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalah pilihan yang harus kita lakukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kita ada di dunia bukan untuk mencari seseorang yang sempurna untuk dicintai,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi untuk belajar mencintai orang yang tidak sempurna dengan cara yang sempurna &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1748501834938361224?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1748501834938361224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1748501834938361224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1748501834938361224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1748501834938361224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/03/beberapa-hari-yang-lalu-someone-sent-me.html' title='Kesempatan dan Pilihan'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3160707706345730278</id><published>2010-03-03T12:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T12:42:44.177+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><title type='text'>Visit This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;Masih berhubungan dengan in memoriam of Rio-Erfin-Nikita, mau promosi dulu nih. Ada satu blog, a friend of mine at school. She is smart, wonderful, and she wrote a post about this, beautifully written. Somehow, post nya itu indah, heartwarming tapi menampar di satu sisi. Please, do enjoy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://marcellapurnama.wordpress.com/2010/03/02/tomorrow-may-be-too-late-2/"&gt;http://marcellapurnama.wordpress.com/2010/03/02/tomorrow-may-be-too-late-2/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and other posts are as wonderful. I really urge you to come and visit her. =) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-3160707706345730278?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3160707706345730278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=3160707706345730278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3160707706345730278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3160707706345730278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/03/visit-this.html' title='Visit This'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-6312583198673768626</id><published>2010-03-02T15:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T15:21:55.725+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly Posting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Permata yang Dititipkan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thechicecologist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 156px;" src="http://www.thechicecologist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/diamond.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkisah di abad 19-an, ada seorang rabi. Rabi tersebut memiliki seorang istri dan dua orang anak perempuan. Pada suatu hari, dia harus pergi mengajar di kota lain, sehingga dia meninggalkan istri dan anak-anaknya. Tanpa dia ketahui, ternyata ada wabah mematikan yang menyerang desanya tersebut. Kedua anak perempuannya sakit, dan kemudian meninggal. Sang istri yang sangat berduka pun menaruh jenazah kedua putrinya di dalam satu kamar, kemudian menunggu sang suami hingga pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang suami pulang pada hari sabat. Hari sabat adalah hari minggu bagi orang Israel, dan pada hari sabat, orang Israel tidak boleh bekerja. Pada saat dia pulang, sang istri menyambutnya. Dia bertanya, “Mana anak-anak?” Kemudian sang istri menyuruhnya duduk, dan berkata, “Suamiku, ini adalah hari sabat. Karena itu, mari kita tutup hari sabat dengan doa terlebih dahulu.” Mereka pun berdoa, mengucap syukur atas hari sabat tersebut. Setelah berdoa, sang istri berkata, “Suamiku, jika ada seseorang yang menitipkan dua buah permata kepadaku, kemudian hari ini dia memintanya kembali, pantaskah aku marah dan tidak ingin mengembalikannya pada dia?” Sang suami pun berkata, “Bagaimana mungkin kamu pantas untuk marah padahal permata itu hanya dititipkan kepadamu? Kamu harus mengembalikannya dengan sukarela.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang istri pun tersenyum. Dia menggandeng tangan sang suami, kemudian membimbingnya ke satu ruangan. Di ruangan tersebut adalah tempat kedua jenasah putrinya, kemudian sang istri berkata, “Suamiku, kedua permata kita yang dititipkan Tuhan, telah diminta kembali olehNya. Karena itu kita tidak pantas untuk marah, bukan?” Sang suami pun tertegun, melihat kedua putrinya dan menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diceritakan ulang oleh: Jill Bobby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-6312583198673768626?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6312583198673768626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=6312583198673768626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6312583198673768626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6312583198673768626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/03/permata-yang-dititipkan.html' title='Permata yang Dititipkan'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3230485830328376683</id><published>2010-02-27T20:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:02:55.769+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thejourneysoflife.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/ghp-journey-in-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 232px;" src="http://thejourneysoflife.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/ghp-journey-in-life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, this blog is dedicated for my friends, Rio Hartanto, Nikita Putri and Erfin Januar&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya gw nggak kenal mereka. Mungkin, lihat saja tidak pernah. Yang pasti, gw alumni IPEKA Tomang dan gw shock aja temen-temen gw punya temen-temen meninggal. Mereka satu angkatan di bawah gw. kepergian mereka membuka mata gw. kepergian mereka menjadi perenungan buat gw dan temen2 gw. mungkin sudah sering kita mendengar berita tentang kepergian orang-orang di TV, tapi nggak pernah kebayang, temen-temen yang bisa dibilang relasinya cukup dekat dengan gw ini, umurnya hampir sama, bisa pergi begitu saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw jadi berpikir, terkadang, kita nggak menghargai keberadaan seseorang. Gw mencoba membayangkan, andai kata, gw jadi mereka, korban, saat-saat menjelang kepergian gw, apa sih yang gw pikirkan? Orang-orang yang akan gw tinggalkan, orang-orang yang pernah gw sakiti, orang-orang yang gw sayang, apa…yang gw pikirkan? Kemudian gw berpikir lagi, bayangkan, Jill, lw jadi orang yang selamat. Apa sih yang di benak lw ketika lw siuman? Kalau gw, gw akan menyesal. Menyesal kenapa gw membiarkan hal itu terjadi. menyesal, kenapa gw yang selamat. Menyesal, kenapa waktu itu begini, kenapa waktu itu begitu. Lalu, bayangkan, jika salah satu dari korban adalah cowo gw. sampai di sini, gw berhenti. Gw nggak berani membayangkan itu. orang yang gw sayangin, tiba-tiba diambil Tuhan. satu jam yang lalu, baru smsan: ‘sayang, kamu di mana?’ satu jam kemudian dia sudah tidak ada. Ketika dia sudah tidak ada, lalu? Lalu kepada siapa gw akan beritahu kalau gw sangat menyayangi dia? Kepada siapa gw akan beritahu gw merindukan dia? Kepada siapa gw akan minta maaf atas keegoisan gw? gw mau sms dia, mau BBM dia, lalu? Apa dia tau? Apa dia mengerti? Lalu apa? Begitu pikir gw. yang lebih parahnya lagi, mungkin satu jam yang lalu kita habis berdebat karena hal sepele. Satu jam kemudian, seakan-akan Tuhan menghukum gw atas keegoisan gw, dia dipanggil. Lalu apa? Apa? Mau berkata, maaf, maaf, maaf, di depan tubuhnya? Apa yang harus dikatakan? Gw serem sendiri, temen-temen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hari ini merupakan hari yang berat untuk gw. apalagi hari ini. gw abis berantem berat sama satu orang. Bukan berantem, tepatnya apa ya, gw mementingkan harga diri gw di atas segalanya, karena itu gw kehilangan dia. Gw menyakiti perasaan orang demi gengsi gw. untuk hal ini, gw merasa gw sangat bodoh. tapi setelah gw melihat kejadian yang menimpa ketiga temen gw itu, lihat facebooknya, merenungi hal-hal di atas, gw…takut, temen2. Bukan sebuah gengsi lagi yang gw pikirkan. Bukan harga diri lagi. Tetapi harga seorang yang sangat berharga. Terkadang gw tidak menghargai kehadiran orang-orang di sekeliling gw. bahkan mungkin orang itu. gw merasa, mereka akan selalu ada, selalu ada, selalu ada. Karena itu marah sedikit tidak apa2, gengsi sedikit tidak apa2. Tapi sedikit tamparan dari Tuhan menyadarkan gw, mereka itu hanya ‘titipan’ dari Tuhan. suatu saat, Tuhan akan meminta mereka lagi. Gw takut temen2. Karena itu, sesegera mungkin gw coba minta maaf, berusaha ngomong sama dia, minta maaf lagi, jelasin dia, tapi tampaknya kesalahan gw sangat fatal. Segala sesuatu yang terucap nggak bisa ditarik begitu saja. gw berusaha sebagaimanapun caranya untuk ngmg baik2 sama dia, tapi tampaknya butuh waktu. Gw takut loh, guys, gw takut kehilangan orang-orang tersebut. Orang-orang yang sangat gw sayangi dalam hidup. Teman, keluarga, pacar, suami, mertua, dan sebagainya. Gw takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai penutup, ingatlah kata-kata ini, gw post di facebook juga, gw akan post di sini juga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Hargai orang-orang yang ada di sekelilingmu sekarang, karena suatu saat nanti akan tiba saatnya Tuhan memerlukan mereka kembali.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tons of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-3230485830328376683?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3230485830328376683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=3230485830328376683' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3230485830328376683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3230485830328376683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-and-go.html' title='Come and Go'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-6146452580354068728</id><published>2010-02-26T23:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:44:40.509+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Deactivated Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:WnsmOCuSOUlvmM"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 56px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:WnsmOCuSOUlvmM" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, it has been a long time since the last blog.&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know what to write recently. It feels like…too many things are happening in my life and I don’t know where to start telling you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, here’s the most recent thing: I deactivate my facebook. I don’t know why, but I feel like doing it right now. Well, sebenernya sih udah lama mikir pengen deactivate fb, tapi gw urungkan niat gw sampai sekarang baru kesampaian. Kenapa gw deactivate fb? Honestly, I feel like facebook has taken part of my world, and it begins to, like, control it. And I don’t want it to happen. Like, hal pertama yang gw cek waktu buka lappie adalah facebook, segala sesuatunya facebook, and most people tau kabar2 gw dari facebook. Okay, its not a big deal, since the purpose of getting facebook is to share information about ourselves. However, sometimes I think that people know too much, and I don’t feel save. I just don’t. other thing, I have problems appear karena facebook. For example: block mem-block, lihat melihat, gossip menggosip. Begitulah. And I feel tired of those things, jadi hari ini gw putuskan untuk deactivate fb gw. kadang terlintas di pikiran gw: apakah dengan ini berarti gw melarikan diri dari semuanya? Tapi terkadang, itulah yang gw ingin lakukan. Lari dan pergi dari semua ini, menenangkan diri, kemudian datang lagi ketika gw sudah siap. Sayang sekali gw tidak bisa menerapkan metode ini di semua aspek. Tapi facebook saja sudah cukup. Jadi untuk sementara gw akan off from facebook, sampai gw siap lagi berinteraksi dan menghadapi orang-orang di facebook, gw akan kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwei, tapi formspring gw masih jalan loh, guys.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to ask me anything there, and keep urself anonymous if you want to =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-6146452580354068728?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6146452580354068728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=6146452580354068728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6146452580354068728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6146452580354068728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/02/deactivated-facebook.html' title='Deactivated Facebook'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-8835778323234411243</id><published>2010-01-25T22:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:51:13.557+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><title type='text'>formspring.com</title><content type='html'>People, I just made this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.formspring.me/msjbobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel free to visit and drop questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8835778323234411243?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8835778323234411243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8835778323234411243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8835778323234411243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8835778323234411243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringcom.html' title='formspring.com'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-5555714172518463421</id><published>2009-12-26T00:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:25:56.163+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://paskalina.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/christmas-santa-g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 176px;" src="http://paskalina.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/christmas-santa-g2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola kawans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw benar-benar patut diragukan sebagai blogger yang baik *sob* Sorry guys, not posting anything these days, maybe even weeks. Gw disibukkan dengan rutinitas gereja dan pergi nonton. banyak banget film-film bagus belakangan ini. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwei, just wanna drop by to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this Christmas brings you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; Semoga Christmas itu bukan hanya sebuah rutinitas dan kebahagiaan semu belaka, melainkan sesuatu yang kita rasakan dan renungi, simpan dan aplikasikan, ingat dan syukuri dalam kehidupan kita. ucapan2 yang kita lontarkan kepada orang bukan hanya sebuah kata2 biasa, tetapi bisa menjadi sebuah doa yang bener2 kita panjatkan =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 almost over. Let’s end it our best&lt;br /&gt;5 days left&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday, 26 December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-5555714172518463421?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5555714172518463421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=5555714172518463421' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5555714172518463421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5555714172518463421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3188229999816945366</id><published>2009-12-22T10:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:58:08.880+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly Posting'/><title type='text'>Pohon, Daun dan Angin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/15/19/15_19_11---Sycamore-Tree--Northumberland_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 148px;" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/15/19/15_19_11---Sycamore-Tree--Northumberland_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika Kau menginginkan cinta dari seseorang,&lt;br /&gt;tunjukan cintamu, Cinta tidak&lt;br /&gt;membutuhkan keraguan, Tunjukan saja !!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POHON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan mengapa orang2 memanggilku “Pohon”&lt;br /&gt;karena aku sangat baik dalam&lt;br /&gt;menggambar pohon. Setelah itu, aku selalu&lt;br /&gt;menggunakan gambar pohon pada sisi&lt;br /&gt;kanan sebagai trademark pada semua lukisanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku telah berpacaran sebanyak 5 orang wanita&lt;br /&gt;ketika aku masih di SMA.&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu wanita yang aku sangat aku cintai, tapi&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak punya keberanian untuk&lt;br /&gt;mengatakannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Dia tidak memiliki wajah yang cantik, tubuh yang&lt;br /&gt;sexy, dsb, dia hanya wanita biasa saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menyukainya, sangat menyukainya,,,&lt;br /&gt;menyukai gayanya yang innocent, imutnya,&lt;br /&gt;aku menyukai kepandaiannya dan kekuatannya.&lt;br /&gt;Alasan aku tidak mengajaknya kencan karena aku&lt;br /&gt;merasa dia yang sangat biasa dan tidak serasi&lt;br /&gt;untukku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga takut, jika kami bersama semua&lt;br /&gt;perasaan yang indah ini akan hilang.&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga takut kalau gosip2 yang ada akan&lt;br /&gt;menyakitinya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku merasa dia adalah “sahabatku”&lt;br /&gt;dan aku akan memilikinya tiada batasnya dan aku&lt;br /&gt;tidak harus memberikan semuanya hanya&lt;br /&gt;untuk dia.&lt;br /&gt;Alasan yang terakhir, membuat dia menemaniku&lt;br /&gt;selama 3 tahun ini,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Dia tau aku mengejar gadis2 lain, dan aku telah&lt;br /&gt;membuatnya menangis selama 3 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku mencium pacarku yan kedua, dan&lt;br /&gt;terlihat olehnya.&lt;br /&gt;Dia hanya tersenyum dengan berwajah merah dan&lt;br /&gt;berkata “lanjutkan saja” dan setelah itu&lt;br /&gt;pergi meninggalkan kami.&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya, matanya bengkak .. dan merah …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sengaja tidak mau memikirkan apa yang&lt;br /&gt;menyebabkannya menangis,dan aku&lt;br /&gt;tertawa dengannya seharian.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika semuanya telah pulang, dia sendirian di&lt;br /&gt;kelas untuk menangis.&lt;br /&gt;Dia tidak tau bahwa aku kembali dari latihan&lt;br /&gt;sepakbola untuk mengambil sesuatu di kelas,&lt;br /&gt;dan aku melihatnya menangis selama sejam-an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Pacarku yang ke-4 tidak menyukainya. Pernah&lt;br /&gt;sekali mereka berdua perang dingin,&lt;br /&gt;aku tau bukan sifatnya untuk memulai perang&lt;br /&gt;dingin.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku masih tetap bersama pacarku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku berteriak padanya dan matanya penuh dengan&lt;br /&gt;air mata sedih dan kaget.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak memikirkan perasaannya dan pergi&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkannya bersama pacarku.&lt;br /&gt;Esoknya masih tertawa dan bercanda denganku&lt;br /&gt;seperti tidak ada yang terjadi sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau bahwa dia sangat sedih dan kecewa&lt;br /&gt;tapi dia tidak tau bahwa sakit hatiku sama&lt;br /&gt;buruknya dengan dia, aku juga sedih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Ketika aku putus dengan pacarku yang ke 5, aku&lt;br /&gt;mengajaknya pergi.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kencan satu hari itu, aku mengatakan&lt;br /&gt;bahwa ada sesuatu yang ingin kukatakan&lt;br /&gt;padanya.&lt;br /&gt;Dia mengatakan bahwa kebetulan sekali bahwa dia&lt;br /&gt;juga ada sesuatu yang ingin dia katakan pada ku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku cerita padanya tentang putusnya aku dengan&lt;br /&gt;pacarku&lt;br /&gt;dan dia berkata tentang dia sedang memulai suatu&lt;br /&gt;hubungan dengan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau pria itu. Dia sering mengejarnya selama&lt;br /&gt;ini.&lt;br /&gt;Pria yang baik, penuh energi dan menarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Aku tak bisa memperlihatkan betapa sakit hatinya&lt;br /&gt;aku,&lt;br /&gt;tapi hanya bisa tersenyum dan mengucapkan&lt;br /&gt;selamat padanya.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku sampai dirumah, sakit hatiku&lt;br /&gt;bertambah kuat&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tidak dapat menahannya.&lt;br /&gt;Seperti ada batu yang sangat berat didadaku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak bisa bernapas dan ingin berteriak namun&lt;br /&gt;tidak bisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air mata mengalir dan aku jatuh menangis.&lt;br /&gt;Sudah sering aku melihatnya menangis untuk pria&lt;br /&gt;yang mengacuhkan kehadirannya.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika upacara kelulusan, aku membaca SMS di&lt;br /&gt;Handphoneku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;SMS itu dikirim 10 hari yang lalu ketika aku sedih&lt;br /&gt;dan menangis.&lt;br /&gt;SMS itu berbunyi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Daun terbang karena Angin bertiup atau karena&lt;br /&gt;Pohon tidak memintanya untuk tinggal”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stuartrichardson.com/yellow-leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 149px;" src="http://www.stuartrichardson.com/yellow-leaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;DAUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama SMA, aku suka mengoleksi daun2,&lt;br /&gt;kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku merasa bahwa daun untuk&lt;br /&gt;meninggalkan pohon yang selama ini ditinggali,,,&lt;br /&gt;selama ini membutuhkan banyak kekuatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama 3 thn di SMA, aku dekat dengan seorang&lt;br /&gt;pria,&lt;br /&gt;bukan sebagai pacar tapi “Sahabat”.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ketika dia mempunyai pacar untuk yang&lt;br /&gt;pertama kalinya,&lt;br /&gt;Aku mempelajari sebuah perasaan yang belum&lt;br /&gt;pernah aku pelajari sebelumnya -&lt;br /&gt;CEMBURU.&lt;br /&gt;Perasaan di hati ini tidak bisa digambarkan dengan&lt;br /&gt;menggunakan Lemon.&lt;br /&gt;Hal itu seperti 100 butir lemon busuk.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka hanya bersama selama 2 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika mereka putus, aku menyembunyikan&lt;br /&gt;perasaan yang luar biasa gembiranya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sebulan kemudian dia bersama seorang gadis&lt;br /&gt;lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menyukainya dan aku tau bahwa dia juga&lt;br /&gt;menyukaiku,&lt;br /&gt;tetapi mengapa dia tidak mau mengatakannya?&lt;br /&gt;Sejak dia mencintaiku, mengapa dia tidak yang&lt;br /&gt;memulainya dulu untuk melangkah?&lt;br /&gt;Ketika dia punya pacar baru lagi, hatiku selalu&lt;br /&gt;sakit.&lt;br /&gt;Waktu berjalan dan berjalan, hatiku sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mulai mengira bahwa ini adalah cinta yang&lt;br /&gt;bertepuk sebelah tangan,&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mengapa dia memperlakukanku dengan&lt;br /&gt;sangat baik ?&lt;br /&gt;diluar perlakuannya hanya untuk seorang teman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyukai seseorang sangat menyusahkan hati,&lt;br /&gt;aku tau kesukaannya, kebiasaannya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi perasaannya kepadaku tidak pernah bisa&lt;br /&gt;diketahui.&lt;br /&gt;Kau tidak mengharapkan aku seorang wanita untuk&lt;br /&gt;mengatakannya bukan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diluar itu, aku mau tetap disampingnya,&lt;br /&gt;memberinya perhatian, menemaninya,&lt;br /&gt;dan mencintainya.&lt;br /&gt;Berharap, bahwa suatu hari, dia akan datang dan&lt;br /&gt;mencintaiku.&lt;br /&gt;Hal itu seperti menunggu telphonenya setiap&lt;br /&gt;malam,&lt;br /&gt;mengharapkannya untuk mengirimku SMS.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau sesibuk apapun dia, dia pasti meluangkan&lt;br /&gt;waktunya untuk ku.&lt;br /&gt;Karena itu, aku menunggunya.&lt;br /&gt;3 tahun cukup berat untuk kulalui dan aku mau&lt;br /&gt;menyerah.&lt;br /&gt;Kadang aku berpikir untuk tetap menunggu.&lt;br /&gt;Luka dan Sakit hati, dan dilema yang menemaniku&lt;br /&gt;selama 3 tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika diakhir tahun ke3, seorang pria mengejarku,&lt;br /&gt;dia adalah adik kelasku,&lt;br /&gt;setiap hari dia mengejarku tanpa lelah.&lt;br /&gt;Dari penolakan2 yang telah ditunjukkan,&lt;br /&gt;aku merasa bahwa aku ingin memberikan dia&lt;br /&gt;ruang kecil dihatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia seperti angin yang hangat dan lembut,&lt;br /&gt;mencoba meniup daun untuk terbang dari pohon.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, aku sadar bahwa aku tidak ingin&lt;br /&gt;memberikan Angin ini ruang yang kecil dihatiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau Angin ini akan membawa pergi Daun yang&lt;br /&gt;lusuh, jauh dan ketempat yang&lt;br /&gt;lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya Aku meninggalkan Pohon,&lt;br /&gt;tapi Pohon hanya tersenyum dan tidak memintaku&lt;br /&gt;untuk tinggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Daun terbang karena Angin bertiup atau Pohon&lt;br /&gt;tidak memintanya untuk tinggal”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku menyukai seorang gadis bernama&lt;br /&gt;Daun,&lt;br /&gt;karena dia sangat bergantung pada Pohon, jadi&lt;br /&gt;aku harus menjadi Angin yang kuat.&lt;br /&gt;Angin akan meniup Daun terbang jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku pertama kalinya, ketika 1 bulan setelah&lt;br /&gt;aku pindah sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;Aku melihat seorang memperhatikan kami bermain&lt;br /&gt;sepakbola.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika itu, dia selalu duduk disana sendirian atau&lt;br /&gt;dengan teman2nya memperhatikan Pohon.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Pohon berbicara dengan gadis2, ada&lt;br /&gt;cemburu dimatanya.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Pohon melihat kearah Daun, ada senyum&lt;br /&gt;dimatanya.&lt;br /&gt;Memperhatikannya menjadi kebiasaanku, seperti&lt;br /&gt;daun yang suka melihat Pohon.&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari, dia tdk tampak, aku merasakan&lt;br /&gt;kehilangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniorku juga tidak ada saat itu,&lt;br /&gt;Aku pergi ke kelas mereka, melihat seniorku&lt;br /&gt;sedang memperhatikan daun.&lt;br /&gt;Air mata mengalir dimata daun ketika Pohon pergi,&lt;br /&gt;besoknya, aku melihat Daun ditempatnya yang&lt;br /&gt;biasa, memperhatikan Pohon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku melangkah dan tersenyum padanya. Menulis&lt;br /&gt;catatandan memberikan kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;Dia sangat kaget.&lt;br /&gt;Dia melihat kearahku, tersenyum dan menerima&lt;br /&gt;catatanku.&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya, dia datang, menghampiriku dan&lt;br /&gt;memberiku catatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati daun sangat kuat dan Angin tidak bisa&lt;br /&gt;meniupnya pergi,&lt;br /&gt;hal itu karena daun tidak mau meninggalkan&lt;br /&gt;Pohon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku melihat ke arahnya dengan kata2 tersebut&lt;br /&gt;dan pelan pelan dia mulai berkata padaku dan&lt;br /&gt;menerima kehadiranku dan telp ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau orang yang dia cintai bukan aku,&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku akan berusaha agar suatu hari dia&lt;br /&gt;menyukai aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama 4 bln, Aku tlah mengucapkan kata Cinta&lt;br /&gt;tidak kurang dari 20x kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kali dia mengalihkan pembicaraan .. tapi&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak menyerah,&lt;br /&gt;aku memutuskan untuk memiliki dia dan berharap&lt;br /&gt;dia akan setuju menjadi pacarku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bertanya,” apa yang kau lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa kau tidak pernah membalas?”&lt;br /&gt;dia berkata, “aku mengengadahkan kepalaku”.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah?” Aku tidak percaya apa yang aku dengar.&lt;br /&gt;“Aku mengengadahkan kepalaku” dia berteriak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku meletakkan telp, berpakaian dan naik taxi&lt;br /&gt;ketempat dia,&lt;br /&gt;dan dia membuka pintu kemudian aku&lt;br /&gt;memeluknya kuat2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Daun terbang karena tiupan Angin atau karena&lt;br /&gt;Pohon tidak memintanya untuk tinggal”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– The End –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-3188229999816945366?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3188229999816945366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=3188229999816945366' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3188229999816945366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3188229999816945366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/12/pohon-daun-dan-angin.html' title='Pohon, Daun dan Angin'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-4990247235310410677</id><published>2009-12-22T10:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:38:14.609+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly Posting'/><title type='text'>Doa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/XYx3bnB6PiLbdg9OIlLd7bA30Y*iS2MtEvrd6uRoieeRCRcFsIT7WI8rIPUdWWoJZD51nBfIVz7wt7A*3x6-w1XtIyGdYWSu/pray1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 192px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/XYx3bnB6PiLbdg9OIlLd7bA30Y*iS2MtEvrd6uRoieeRCRcFsIT7WI8rIPUdWWoJZD51nBfIVz7wt7A*3x6-w1XtIyGdYWSu/pray1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa berawal dari hati yang gelisah,&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkanlah gejolaknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa adalah kerinduan yang sebenarnya terhadap rumah kita,&lt;br /&gt;Ikutilah bimbingannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa itu seperti kebun,&lt;br /&gt;Peliharalah... maka doa akan berbuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buatlah doa Anda pendek,&lt;br /&gt;Cinta membutuhkan sedikit kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdoalah dimana saja,&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan ada dimana-mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila doa Anda menjadi kering dan rutin, teruskan saja,&lt;br /&gt;Tanah yang kering kerontang menyambut datangnya hujan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawalah kemarahan Anda dalam doa,&lt;br /&gt;Logam yang panas bisa dibentuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Anda berdosa dan terus menerus jatuh,&lt;br /&gt;berdoalah,  Tuhan tetap mencintai Anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdoalah bila Anda cemas,&lt;br /&gt;Doa membuat segala sesuatu bisa dipikirkan dan&lt;br /&gt;dipertimbangkan secara sehat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila karena suatu hal Anda tidak bisa berdoa, bersantailah&lt;br /&gt;Keinginan untuk berdoa itu sudah merupakan doa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila doa mengajak Anda untuk mengambil risiko, beranilah&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan akan mendukung Anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Anda merasa sedih atau menyesal, menangislah&lt;br /&gt;Airmata adalah doa dari hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika Anda tidak menyukai seseorang, berdoalah untuk dia&lt;br /&gt;Doa mengungkapkan Tuhan yang tersembunyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Anda menerima kabar buruk,&lt;br /&gt;tegarlah Doa memberi cahaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila penyakit, usia, kepedihan atau kecemasan&lt;br /&gt;merusak konsentrasi Anda, bersantailah&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan adalah seorang sahabat yang penuh pengertian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika doa membuat Anda menjadi pasif dan acuh tak acuh,&lt;br /&gt;itu bukanlah doa,&lt;br /&gt;Doa sejati akan membuahkan kepedulian dan pelayanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunakanlah saat-saat tenang untuk berdoa,&lt;br /&gt;Ketenangan menarik anda kepada Sang Maha Besar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunakanlah saat-saat ribut untuk berdoa,&lt;br /&gt;Kegaduhan adalah hiruk pikuk ciptaan yang mencari Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdoalah bila Anda merasa kesepian,&lt;br /&gt;Doa membuat Anda ditemani oleh para malaikat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila hidup ini terasa kejam dan tak adil, berdoalah terus,&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan adalah karenanya, bukan penyebabnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila hati Anda penuh dengan rasa syukur, biarkanlah demikian&lt;br /&gt;Roh Tuhan sedang berdoa didalam diri Anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Anda terpesona dihadapan misteri, biarkanlah demikian,&lt;br /&gt;Roh Tuhan sedang berdoa didalam diri Anda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdoalah dalam tidurmu,&lt;br /&gt;Tidur adalah doa dari manusia yang merasa aman dari cinta Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdoa adalah bernafas,&lt;br /&gt;Lakukanlah dalam-dalam dan Anda akan dipenuhi oleh kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-4990247235310410677?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4990247235310410677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=4990247235310410677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/4990247235310410677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/4990247235310410677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/12/doa.html' title='Doa'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-203772405893662118</id><published>2009-12-11T13:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:50:27.631+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>9 Bulan dalam Rahim</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="313" width="384"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Y1htXFtIMs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Y1htXFtIMs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="313" width="384"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menakjubkan nggak sih guys? It was us. We were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang tanpa kita sadari, we take our presence as granted. Not only our presence, tapi juga orang tua. Ketika nonton video ini, banyak hal di pikiran gw. biasanya gw akan share hal-hal itu, tapi kali ini, gw akan biarin video itu yang berbicara dalam masing-masing kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love and care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-203772405893662118?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/203772405893662118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=203772405893662118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/203772405893662118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/203772405893662118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/12/9-bulan-dalam-rahim.html' title='9 Bulan dalam Rahim'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-7882689324809564305</id><published>2009-12-08T23:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:54:11.130+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Soon It's Christmas</title><content type='html'>G’day, mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak ada twitter, blogging seems to be less interesting to people, including me. Hahaha. Tapi I love my blog juga kok =) Eniwei, Christmas is coming, guys. Masih inget Natal tahun lalu, it was really really great. Gw sempet doubt apakah Christmas kali ini akan ‘great’ as last year tapi apapun yang terjadi, I’ll enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, just a simple reminder, its 23 days left before the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 days left before New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to reminisce, guys, what happened in 2009. Do you still have something to do, to settle up? Like: a simple ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;’ for those you love, a simple ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m sorry&lt;/span&gt;’ for those you’ve hurt, a simple ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it’s okay&lt;/span&gt;’ for those who apologize, and a simple ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thank you&lt;/span&gt;’ for those who contributed more or less in your 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know what’s waiting for us ahead. Jangan sampe regret, yah guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, all I wanna say is to you:&lt;br /&gt;Just simply: I love you =) and again, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a whole bunch of smile and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-7882689324809564305?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7882689324809564305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=7882689324809564305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7882689324809564305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7882689324809564305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/12/simple-reminder.html' title='Soon It&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-5786991829804869678</id><published>2009-12-04T20:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:06:59.357+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Indonesian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SxkXQzFxsDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GJ11Lem-spI/s1600-h/Indonesian_Neighborhood_by_mjbeng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SxkXQzFxsDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GJ11Lem-spI/s200/Indonesian_Neighborhood_by_mjbeng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411382004622143538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Chinese-Indonesian. That’s not a secret. I was born in Indonesia, 7th May 1992 and grew up in Chinese culture. I am a Christian. That is also not a secret. I was born and baptized. I grew up in a Christian community. I was and am schooling in Chinese and Christian society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up, I knew that I am actually, after all, doesn’t really belong in Indonesia. I recalled times when I went to Bali and on the beach, gw main some water sport. There were locals, but I don’t mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As usual, people asked me where I came from, whether I’m from Japan then I said no, I’m from Jakarta. Well, his next sentence cukup untuk membuat gw terdiam, tertegun. He grinned, saying: “Oh, cina ya?” what?! Well, it’s been ages since I heard those words. Nggak tau ya, but in Jakarta, I can rarely meet people who still, asked me, “Cina ya?” Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sampe berpikir: what’s wrong of being ‘Cina’? All these times, setiap kali orang tanya, foreigners, gw darimana, I’ll proudly answer: I am Indonesian. I am proud of my languages, I am proud of my nations, I am proud of my country, I am proud of my culture, I am proud of being Indonesian. Then suddenly, gw seperti slapped, I am Chinese Indonesian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part of me realized that this is the truth. Tapi another part of me seperti merasa, entahlah, sedih mungkin, karena ternyata, in this country, gw nggak fully belong. Padahal, the fact is not stopped there. The fact is: I didn’t choose to be born as Chinese, neither as Chinese Indonesian. I didn’t choose to be born as neither Chinese, nor Indonesian. But here I am, in Indonesia. I am legal as Indonesian, and wherever I am, I am Indonesian. And above all of these things, I love Indonesia with all of my heart. This is where I want to be, this is where I grew up and a place where I want to dedicate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my dreams adalah untuk membangun Indonesia. Yea, I know, it might sound cliché. Tapi bener loh, you may laugh as much as you want, or say anything you want, tapi it is one of my dreams. I want to be a blessing for this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my country, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, smile, and prayer to Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-5786991829804869678?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5786991829804869678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=5786991829804869678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5786991829804869678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5786991829804869678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/12/truly-indonesian.html' title='Truly Indonesian'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SxkXQzFxsDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GJ11Lem-spI/s72-c/Indonesian_Neighborhood_by_mjbeng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-2345659612179906140</id><published>2009-12-04T19:49:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:58:14.026+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Jill'/><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SxkG6xPC51I/AAAAAAAAAFY/W0n0sDoA2TU/s1600-h/Rainy_Days_by_Britt519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SxkG6xPC51I/AAAAAAAAAFY/W0n0sDoA2TU/s200/Rainy_Days_by_Britt519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411364033980983122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rain, and the smell, and the atmosphere, and the feeling. Nothing compares to a rainy day with air-con on, a blanket, smooth jazzy music on, and a book or laptop. I love to spare sometime with myself and nothing else but to build my own world. It’s not as if I don’t like to be socialized with the world, however, spending time with Jill is the best thing after all in the middle of these hectic days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-2345659612179906140?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2345659612179906140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=2345659612179906140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2345659612179906140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2345659612179906140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/12/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SxkG6xPC51I/AAAAAAAAAFY/W0n0sDoA2TU/s72-c/Rainy_Days_by_Britt519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-203272480268691700</id><published>2009-12-04T00:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:25:17.234+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Share Your Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.queerty.com/wp/docs/2009/01/smile25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 168px;" src="http://www.queerty.com/wp/docs/2009/01/smile25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear comrades,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimana kabar? Setelah hilang selama beberapa lama, Jill kembali mengisi blog nya. Maav ya, blogger macam apa saya ini? *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwei, guys, gw pengen share something nih, which most of you pasti udah tau: suicide. Last Monday, terjadi 2 kejadian suicide di 2 malls. Nah, I was there, di GI. And I saw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ceritanya begini, I was in GI with my parents, and just walking out of Forever 21 yang di lantai 2 nya. Then, I met my dad, terus we planned to go down and buy some cakes gitu lah. Tiba2 when I was walking gitu, ada suara teriakan dari atas. Well, teriakan pertama its just like, yaaa so so. Nggak gitu kenceng kok, dan sepertinya hanya 1-2 orang. (ngmg2, gw jadi merinding nih pas nulis ini. seakan recalling the tragedy &gt;&lt;) hmm, okei, lanjut. Terus gw kan menoleh ke arah escalator situ, ka nada ruang kosong tuh di tengah2. Gw bingung. gw mikir: wah, jangan2 di atas ada pesta. Mungkin seumur gw kali yaa, yang masih berisik2. Then, gw jalan lagi, (fyi, ini berlangsung dalam hitungan detik) ada teriakan lagi, lebih kenceng. Kali ini banyak orangnya. Gw semakin memelototi escalator dunk, ruang kosong situ lah. Nah, tiba2 ada yang jatuh. That time, biarpun cepat, gw somehow tau kalau itu manusia. Gw spontan nggak berani lihat ke bawah dunk. Orang tua gw sih masih nggak tau itu apa. Gw jg blom berani ngmg. Bokap gw langsung lihat ke bawah. Terus dy bilang: “jangan lihat, jangan lihat.” Semakin yakin lah gw kalau itu manusia. Mall nya langsung sepi seketika. 1-2 menit kemudian baru orang2 datang.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkat cerita, gw pulang, naik mobil. I don’t know. I feel sick, I just don’t feel well. Mual gitu. Yang kebayang tuh bukan melihat mayatnya. Yang kebayang itu pas dia turun. Kemudian, yang terus menerus di pikiran gw itu: “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the hell is she thinking?&lt;/span&gt;” I mean, dy mikir apa sehari sebelum dia melakukan hal itu, pas dia jalan2 beberapa jem sebelumnya, pas dy memisahkan diri dari keluarganya, pas dia manjat, dan pas dia turun, what the hell was she thinking?? Gw mencoba nih menyelami apa yang dia pikirkan, tapi gw gagal. Gw merasa agak-agak ironis.   Here’s the thing: terkadang kita merasa orang-orang miskin itu perlu ditolong, atau orang-orang sakit, dan sebagainya. Terlepas dari dia sakit atau tidak, hal yang gw mau emphasize sih gini, let us help others. Mungkin di mata kita, dia nggak kekurangan suatu apa, but let me tell you something. Even the greatest, richest, strongest, most beautiful or handsome people in the world needs help. They need us. Look around you, people. gw tau sih, gw sudah sering angkat topic ini di blog gw. tapi sekali lagi yuk, gw juga lagi belajar nih, untuk menolong orang. It doesn’t matter whether you help 1000 people, or 100, or 10, or even 1 people. Numbers dun matter. Yg penting, kita bantu mereka. Smile to those you ignored. Talk to those friends of yours. Mungkin orang-orang tersebut nggak akan bercerita masalah mereka, namun satu hal yang pasti: pertanyaan ‘&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how do you do&lt;/span&gt;’ implies how you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt;, and at least they know you care. Percaya deh kalau setiap orang itu has their own pocketful of smiley sunshine =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With smile, hug and love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-203272480268691700?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/203272480268691700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=203272480268691700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/203272480268691700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/203272480268691700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/12/share-your-smile.html' title='Share Your Smile'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1929162840438858218</id><published>2009-12-03T22:20:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:25:03.779+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Thank You =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assessor.co.douglas.nv.us/images/thank-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 126px;" src="http://assessor.co.douglas.nv.us/images/thank-you.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellow, people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me back in place =). In this brief writing, I just wanna thank you for the comments of you people and your willingness to read my blog. Gw itu actually nggak terlalu berharap blog gw banyak banget yang baca. My only wish is that whoever read my blog can learn something, something that I’ve also learned in life as the stream flows. Eniwei, hope that my blog can become blessings in any ways for you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1929162840438858218?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1929162840438858218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1929162840438858218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1929162840438858218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1929162840438858218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/12/hellow-people-me-back-in-place.html' title='Thank You =)'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-169128579512015480</id><published>2009-11-25T11:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:12:53.022+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly Posting'/><title type='text'>Neraka dan Surga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://darmano.typepad.com/logic_emotion/images/2008/06/03/brand_heaven_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 326px;" src="http://darmano.typepad.com/logic_emotion/images/2008/06/03/brand_heaven_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika seorang manusia diberi kesempatan untuk berkomunikasi dengan Tuhannya dan berkata, “Tuhan ijinkan saya untuk dapat melihat seperti apakah Neraka dan Surga itu”.&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Tuhan membimbing manusia itu menuju ke dua buah pintu dan kemudian membiarkannya melihat ke dalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tengah ruangan terdapat sebuah meja bundar yang sangat besar, dan di tengahnya terdapat semangkok sup yang beraroma sangat lezat yang membuat manusia tersebut mengalir air liurnya. Meja tersebut dikelilingi orang-orang yang kurus yang tampak sangat kelaparan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang itu masing-masing memegang sebuah sendok yang terikat pada tangan masing-masing. Sendok tersebut cukup panjang untuk mencapai mangkok di tengah meja dan mengambil sup yang lezat tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi karena sendoknya terlalu panjang, mereka tidak dapat mencapai mulutnya dengan sendok tadi untuk memakan sup yang terambil. Si Manusia tadi merinding melihat penderitaan dan kesengsaraan yang dilihatnya dalam ruangan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuhan berkata, “Kamu sudah melihat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NERAKA&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu mereka menuju ke pintu kedua yang ternyata berisi meja beserta sup dan orang-orang yang kondisinya persis sama dengan ruangan di pintu pertama. Perbedaannya, di dalam ruangan ini orang-orang tersebut berbadan sehat dan berisi dan mereka sangat bergembira di keliling meja tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melihat keadaan ini si Manusia menjadi bingung dan berkata “Apa yang terjadi ? kenapa di ruangan yang kondisinya sama ini mereka terlihat lebih bergembira ?”&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan kemudian menjelaskan, “Sangat sederhana, yang dibutuhkan hanyalah satu sifat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Perhatikan bahwa orang-orang ini dengan ikhlas menyuapi orang lain yang dapat dicapainya dengan sendok bergagang panjang, sedangkan di ruangan lain orang-orang yang serakah hanyalah memikirkan kebutuhan dirinya sendiri”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-169128579512015480?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/169128579512015480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=169128579512015480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/169128579512015480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/169128579512015480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/11/neraka-dan-surga.html' title='Neraka dan Surga'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-7152169558803195941</id><published>2009-11-23T22:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:13:56.607+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Life is the Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/UNN/UNN397/u22487757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/UNN/UNN397/u22487757.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kicling kicling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw barusan pulang dari Bali last Friday. Hehehe. Eniwei, I have something to share about rafting in Bali. Jadi gw kan di Bali rafting. As you know, rafting itu terdiri dari max 5 orang plus guidance nya satu. Gw ingin menyambungkan sedikit masalah rafting sama masalah dalam hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup itu kurang lebih seperti rafting. Pertama, ketika berjalan, kita sangat excited. Menanti-nanti apa yang akan terjadi di depan. Bukan Cuma excited, tapi juga ada rasa takut. Takut akan jatuh, takut terjadi sesuatu, takut ini, takut itu, pokoknya takut. Tapi mau nggak mau, hidup harus berjalan mengikuti arus. Awalnya, guidance nya udah kasih tau cara mendayung yang benar. Seiring berjalannya perahu itu, ada waktu di mana kita nggak usah dayung. Kita istirahat menikmati pemandangan. Tapi ada kalanya di mana kita harus dayung supaya nggak stuck di antara batu-batu yang ada. Setiap batu itu diiringi oleh arus sungai yang makin deras. Kadang perahu bisa naik turun, tergantung arus, sampe kita yang di atasnya ngerasa perahu nya akan terbalik, ternyata nggak. Ada juga waktu-waktu di mana kita stuck di batu-batuan yang ada, tapi untung ada si guidance. Dy selalu berjuang supaya kita bisa jalan lagi. Kadang juga ada perahu lain yang lewat, kita dicipratin air, terus disusul deh. Waktu disusul itu, kadang2 kita yang di perahu pengen nyusulin balik, tapi guidance nya bilang, nggak usah, santai aja. Ada kalanya juga, guidancenya suruh cepet-cepet dayung untuk nyusul perahu lain dan memang tersusul. Pada akhirnya, waktu sampe di garis finish, semua orang senang sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti itulah hidup. Ketika menjalani hidup, kita bertanya-tanya, apa sih yang akan terjadi di depan. Kita menunggu dengan nggak sabar, tapi juga takut. Takut salah jalan, takut salah pilih, tapi apa boleh buat, hidup harus berjalan. Hidup telah mengajari kita cara ‘mendayung’ yang benar. Entah dari orang tua, dari teman, tapi itulah bekal yang akan kita bawa serta selama hidup. Ada kalanya, kita harus ‘mendayung’ lebih cepat agar dapat melewati persoalan-persoalan yang ada. Persoalan-persoalan yang ada membuat kita berpikir bahwa kita akan jatuh dan terluka, menyerah, tetapi tidak. Ternyata kita lebih kuat daripada semua itu. ada kalanya kita terjebak oleh persoalan-persoalan yang ada, tapi tenang, tangan yang besar dan kuat itu selalu menyertai setiap manusia. Terkadang juga setelah melewati semua bebatuan dan arus yang keras, kita disuruh beristirahat. Menikmati setiap ‘alam’ yang ada. Menikmati apa yang kita punya, mnikmati hidup. Ada juga waktu-waktu di mana kita menyusul orang lain untuk mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan, tapi ada juga waktu-waktu di mana kita harus menerima kekalahan kita, untuk keselamatan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanapun juga, itulah hidup. Bagi temen-temen yang punya masalah, termasuk gw sekarang, mungkin hidup nggak adil, tapi setiap ‘permainan’ yang diberikan itulah yang membuat nya indah. Pada akhirnya, kita dapat merasakan hidup itu seru, and worth trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-7152169558803195941?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7152169558803195941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=7152169558803195941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7152169558803195941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7152169558803195941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-ride.html' title='Life is the Ride'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3106131235667681702</id><published>2009-11-03T19:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:49:04.774+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly Posting'/><title type='text'>Apa itu Cinta (Plato's Version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dhea19.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/love-wallpaper262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 142px;" src="http://dhea19.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/love-wallpaper262.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari, Plato bertanya pada gurunya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apa itu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cinta&lt;/span&gt;? Bagaimana saya bisa menemukannya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurunya menjawab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ada ladang gandum yang luas di depan sana .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Berjalanlah kamu dan tanpa boleh mundur kembali, kemudian ambillah saja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;satu  ranting. Jika kamu menemukan ranting yang kamu anggap paling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menakjubkan,  artinya kamu telah menemukan cinta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato pun berjalan, dan tidak seberapa lama, dia kembali dengan tangan kosong, tanpa membawa apapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurunya bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mengapa kamu tidak membawa satupun ranting?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato menjawab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku hanya boleh membawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; satu saja, dan saat berjalan tidak boleh mundur kembali (berbalik).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sebenarnya aku telah menemukan yang paling menakjubkan, tapi aku tak tahu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apakah ada yang lebih menakjubkan lagi di depan sana, jadi tak kuambil ranting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tersebut. Saat kumelanjutkan berjalan lebih jauh lagi, baru kusadari bahwasanya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ranting-ranting yang kutemukan kemudian tak sebagus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ranting yang tadi, jadi tak kuambil sebatangpun pada akhirnya&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurunya kemudian menjawab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jadi ya itulah cinta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hari yang lain, Plato bertanya lagi pada gurunya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Apa itu perkawinan? Bagaimana saya bisa menemukannya? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurunya pun menjawab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ada hutan yang subur di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depan saja. Berjalanlah tanpa boleh mundur    kembali (menoleh)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan kamu hanya boleh menebang satu pohon saja. Dan tebanglah jika kamu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menemukan pohon yang paling tinggi, karena  artinya kamu telah menemukan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apa itu perkawinan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato pun berjalan, dan tidak seberapa lama, dia kembali dengan membawa pohon. Pohon tersebut bukanlah pohon yang segar/ subur, dan tidak juga terlalu tinggi. Pohon itu biasa-biasa saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurunya bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mengapa kamu memotong pohon yang seperti itu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plato pun menjawab,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sebab berdasarkan pengalamanku sebelumnya, setelah menjelajah hampir setengah hutan, ternyata aku kembali dengan tangan kosong. Jadi di kesempatan ini, aku lihat pohon ini, dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kurasa tidaklah buruk-buruk amat, jadi kuputuskan untuk menebangnya dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;membawanya kesini. Aku tidak mau menghilangkan kesempatan untuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mendapatkannya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurunyapun kemudian menjawab, "Dan ya itulah perkawinan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catatan Kecil :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimalah cinta apa adanya.  Ketika kesempurnaan ingin kita dapatkan, maka sia2lah waktu kita untuk memeroleh kesempurnaan itu. Karena, sesungguhnya kesempurnaan itu tidak akan pernah kita temukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-3106131235667681702?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3106131235667681702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=3106131235667681702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3106131235667681702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3106131235667681702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/11/apa-itu-cinta-platos-version.html' title='Apa itu Cinta (Plato&apos;s Version)'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-7097771332930685407</id><published>2009-10-16T17:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:28:15.927+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Masa Depan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/IMZ/IMZ002/sca0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 163px;" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/bthumb/IMZ/IMZ002/sca0366.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entah sejak kapan, gw pengen jadi penerjemah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw tertarik ingin menguasai bahasa Inggris, Indonesia, Chinese dan Jepang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inggris dan Indo gw nggak terlalu concern lagi. Biarpun gw nggak jago-jago amat, tapi oke lah. Chinese sendiri, gw dari kecil tumbuh di lingkungan Chinese, jadi bisa, tapi nggak sebisa inggris. Jepang, gw dari dulu suka sama Jepang *Negaranya loh*. Gw sempet belajar bahasa Jepang selama 4-5 bulan, abis itu gw sibuk sekolah jadi nggak sempet belajar lagi. Intinya, as you know, gw suka menulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw suka hal-hal yang berbau menulis, entah itu menerjemahkan, me-revise tulisan orang, atau menulis itu sendiri, seperti yang gw sedang lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena itu waktu memilih jurusan masuk university, gw sendiri bingung. Orang tua gw suruh gw masuk accounting, as my sister did, di satu universitas international di Jakarta. Alasannya adalah: accounting di pakai di jaman apapun, di perusahaan manapun. Sedangkan bagi orang yang kenal gw, gw bukanlah tipe orang accounting. I’m sick of something formulized, like math. Gw lebih suka something fluctuated, such as hubungan dengan manusia. My sis, I believe, she won’t take accounting at the first place if it is according to what she wants, but after all, dy itu sangat rajin. Sedangkan gw malas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian tadi, gw sempet untuk yang pertama kalinya ngmg sama nyokap gw, gw pengen jadi penerjemah. Gw pengen masuk sastra Jepang. Nyokap sih terserah katanya, tapi dy blg, dia nggak mau tau kalau sampe gw berhenti di tengah jalan karena sulit, atau karena environment di university nya nggak menunjang, nggak nyaman- karena di uni yang gw tuju nggak ada jurusan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian gw terdiam, guys. Gw nggak tau mau ngmg apa. Gw takut dan gw ragu sama keputusan gw. tapi keinginan itu nggak pernah lenyap. Gw ingin bertemu dengan orang berbahasa berbeda dan membagikan sesuatu pada mereka. Keinginan gw adalah untuk gw dapat membagikan ‘sesuatu’ pada orang banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena itu, gw nggak tau sekarang harusnya seperti apa =’{&lt;br /&gt;Jadi curhat sedikit hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’m &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry &lt;/span&gt;for not blogging for almost 2 weeks or even more. Gw lagi berjuang untuk menghadapi ujian akhir nih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-7097771332930685407?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7097771332930685407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=7097771332930685407' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7097771332930685407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7097771332930685407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/10/masa-depan.html' title='Masa Depan'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3611374588489551926</id><published>2009-10-06T21:01:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:32:28.726+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Loving Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hariancheyuz.chevonest.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/indonesia11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 148px;" src="http://hariancheyuz.chevonest.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/indonesia11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday or so, gw denger satu berita yang menurut gw lucu. Kira2 begini beritanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh, kasihan ya SBY, masa dia naik jadi presiden, banyak bencana alam di Indonesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kalimat ini di mata gw bisa ditangkap sama orang tuh secara positif atau negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive nya kira2 begini:&lt;br /&gt;“Wah, Pak SBY, anda kasihan sekali. Kalau begitu, saya bantu deh.” Pusatnya: mengasihani. Istilah lainnya: simpatik. Yah, sebenernya dibilang positive sekali juga nggak sih, tapi well, oke lah. Jadi ini kita kesampingkan dulu, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisi negative:&lt;br /&gt;“Wuih gila, gara2 Pak SBY naik, alam marah.” Atau “Wah, nggak bener nih Pak SBY jadi presiden. Masa bencana alam di mana2. Kata orang2 tua, itu pertanda buruk.” Gw ingin menanggapi sedikit tentang berita ini. jadi guys, menurut gw, ini rada bodoh kalau kita menyangkut pautkan segala sesuatu nya dengan kenaikan SBY menjadi presiden. Menurut gw, fine2 aja kok dy jadi presiden. Or at least, kita sebagai masyarakat udah setuju dia jadi presiden, maka dukunglah dy. Bencana alam yang terjadi tuh hanya kebetulan saja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sebagai masyarakat harusnya mengerti. Beliau adalah orang pilihan kita. kalau begitu daripada kita mengeluh, bukankah lebih baik kalau kita mendukung; daripada mempercayai gossip yang nggak2, bukankah lebih baik kita memberikan pujian? Bangsa ini bukan hanya tanggung jawab pemerintah. Hal- hal kecil seperti ini aja, kita udah membantu Negara ini. Negara yang hebat menurut gw, adalah Negara yang memiliki pemimpin yang hebat. Pemimpin yang hebat bisa terbentuk dari masyarakat yang mencintai dia. Masyarakat yang mencintai dia adalah masyarakat yang mendukung, bukan mengkritik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuk guys, kita cintai bangsa kita dari mencintai pemimpin kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-3611374588489551926?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3611374588489551926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=3611374588489551926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3611374588489551926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3611374588489551926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-indonesia.html' title='Loving Indonesia'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-170171757579927752</id><published>2009-10-04T22:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:32:28.726+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Last Few Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.school-clipart.com/_small/0511-0712-2713-0955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.school-clipart.com/_small/0511-0712-2713-0955.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose to do my English HW tonight but after my twitter and FB status, I’m moved to write a note about things.&lt;br /&gt;Things I hate about school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Teachers are going insane. They give assessments like crazy and have no idea that they might also drive us as insane.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I have to wake up at 5.45&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• When I get NOC. Well the thing about NOC is not because it’s hard to do or something, but it’s rather ‘merepotkan’&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I have to face those crappy thick past papers&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When the teachers make me so bored while it seems like they don’t notice it at all and keep on talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When teachers ask us to get into groups and I dun have any groups to join. Its sad =’{&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When teachers give us an assignment ‘berbobot kecil’ but ribet ngerjainnya&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I have been waiting for the lift but the 7th graders just slip in and I got no space and I have to wait for another lift to come and I- am- late. They have to know that our classes are on the 7th floor!!! Just take the stairs, wont ya??&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I can’t enter kindergarten’s playground while it’s MY school.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When the restroom is crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I have to face 3 periods of boring subjects. Any boring subjects. Randomly&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I have to bring my books home and they’re so heavy while I know that it wouldn’t matter whether I bring them home or not coz I’m not gonna even touch them anyway&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I can’t fit into groups&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Monday morning&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I have to choose a major for university while I still wanna be 17&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• First day of school after holiday&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Mundane tasks&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Kelaperan tengah pelajaran&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I dunno what the teachers are talking about and they keep on talking and talking and talking&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Wondering why school can’t start at 9 AM just like in oz?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Boring activities&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Teachers yang berkumandang mengenai HSC is coming to town over and over again&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I have studied hard but still…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• 17 parties&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Craziness, silliness&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Laughing out loud till the teachers go mad&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Gossiping&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Seeing new couples walking shyly in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Listening to silly stories&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Complaining about teachers in twitter&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Doing projects till drop and can still see people online&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Doing karma project&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Imagining about what we will be in the next 10 years&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Seeing people leading the devotion and they just like dunno what to say and just smiling instead. Its cute lol&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I dun have to wait for the lift&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Sleeping in SL period&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• 3 periods of SL&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Texting in the class =p&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Snack day&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Doll day&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Dancing in the class&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Discussing silly stupid things&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Laughing at ourselves&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Friday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Submitting the assessments&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Seeing people so serious about going to Bali and they gonna be great leader&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Singing with frens no matter how bad our voices are&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Ipk idol&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Ice cube--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Talking with people with the same laziness level&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Listening to the teachers’ love life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate the most about high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Its gonna end, soon, in 5 days&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• Saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I dun have to have a chance to get close to some people&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I recall those times when I dun try to fit into some people&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I imagine I cant be like those days again, forever&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I know I might cry to see people go somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I realize that I ignore someone and dun have the chance to say ‘I’m&lt;br /&gt;sorry’&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I realize that I can’t feel like this anymore with the same people&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I realize that I have to be mature enough to step ahead&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I realize that there’s no time to play around anymore&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I turn on my laptop and see pictures and know that those times are&lt;br /&gt;precious&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I know I’m gonna miss the teachers no matter how sucks they are&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I have to say goodbye, good luck&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I realize that being 15, 16, and 17 are just once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I recall those memories when I dun appreciate my school&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I miss the chance to join the last chapel&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I misuse my times to talk bad things about others&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I know things wouldn’t be the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I am so afraid to face the future&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I see people have moved on while I’m still here, stuck&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• When I see my friends’ tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, there are still lots of things sih yang bisa jadi daftar ini, but things I wanna say is, I’m so sorry about things I’ve done or haven’t got the chance to do it when I suppose to. Mungkin ada beberapa dari temen2 yang gw belom sempet buat deket, ada beberapa yang mungkin ngerasa gw nyolot, it’s ok. But I just wanna say that I never mean to. High school is gonna end in several days and I wanna make the best memories out of all of ya. No matter how different we are, or maybe the chemistry just doesn’t match, but I’m so sure we have one thing in common: we are year 12 of IICS 2009 =) we have almost the same experience for 2.5 years, and for the last week, I wanna share the same memories. At least until prom and Bali trip, guys. I’ll try my best to smile to people, to people bahkan yang gw nggak pernah deket. I’ll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I love u no matter who u are =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-170171757579927752?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/170171757579927752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=170171757579927752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/170171757579927752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/170171757579927752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-suppose-to-do-my-english-hw-tonight.html' title='Last Few Things'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-2293099817208997065</id><published>2009-10-03T12:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:38:46.175+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly Posting'/><title type='text'>Pretty Lady vs CEO</title><content type='html'>Here's another post yang gw liad di FB &lt;br /&gt;It's interesting, sarcastic but true at the same time =)&lt;br /&gt;Please do enjoy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:&lt;br /&gt;Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here:&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above.&lt;br /&gt;You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York.&lt;br /&gt;My requirement is not high :&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary?&lt;br /&gt;Are you all married?&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you?&lt;br /&gt;Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems&lt;br /&gt;that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost&lt;br /&gt;residential area on the west of New York City Garden(?), $250k annual income is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out?&lt;br /&gt;(Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;br /&gt;2) Which age group should I target?&lt;br /&gt;3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking?&lt;br /&gt;I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys.&lt;br /&gt;4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================== ==========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome's reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read your post with great interest.&lt;br /&gt;Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours.&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor.&lt;br /&gt;My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.&lt;br /&gt;From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;The answer is very simple, so let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty"&lt;br /&gt;and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money&lt;br /&gt;will not be gone without any good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be&lt;br /&gt;prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an&lt;br /&gt;appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation.&lt;br /&gt;If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating&lt;br /&gt;with you is also a "trading position".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to&lt;br /&gt;keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any&lt;br /&gt;assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you,&lt;br /&gt;but will not marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k&lt;br /&gt;annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do&lt;br /&gt;contact me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.P. Morgan CEO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-2293099817208997065?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2293099817208997065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=2293099817208997065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2293099817208997065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2293099817208997065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-another-post-yang-gw-liad-di-fb.html' title='Pretty Lady vs CEO'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-5742391214473118285</id><published>2009-10-03T11:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:30:57.163+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly Posting'/><title type='text'>40 Facts</title><content type='html'>Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah fakta2 aneh yang gw temukan di FB. Jadi ada orang gitu yang post&lt;br /&gt;Menarik sih, but one thing for sure, I'm one of 1% in no 39 &amp; 40 =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coca-cola dulu berwarna hijau.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;2. Nama yang paling umum digunakan di dunia adalah Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;3. Dalam bahasa inggris, semua nama benua diawali dan diakhiri dengan huruf vokal yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;4. Otot terkuat yang ada di badan kita adalah lidah.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;5. Setiap orang di USA punya 2 kartu kredit!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;6. TYPEWRITER adalah kata terpanjang yang dapat diketik dalam satu baris tuts keyboard anda.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;7. Perempuan ngedip dua kali lebih banyak dari pada laki-laki.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;8. Menahan nafas tidak akan membuatmu mati.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;9. Setiap manusia tidak dapat menjilat siku tangannya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;10. Kalau ada orang mengucapkan doa setiap kali ada yang bersin karena memang setiap kali kau bersin, jantungmu berhenti satu milisecond.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;11. Secara fisik, setiap babi tidak bisa melihat ke langit.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;12. Ucapkan “sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick” beberapa kali, nanti anda akan mahir berbahasa inggris!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;13. Bersin terlalu keras dapat mematahkan tulang iga, memutuskan pembuluh darah di kepala atau leher dan mengakibatkan kematian.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;14. Setiap raja dalam kartu remi melambangkan raja-raja besar jaman dahulu kala:&lt;br /&gt;Raja sekop - Raja Daud&lt;br /&gt;Raja keriting - Alexander Agung&lt;br /&gt;Raja hati - Raja Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;Raja wajik - Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;15. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987, 654,321&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;16. Kalau ada patung orang naik kuda dan dua kaki depan kuda itu naik di udara, itu tandanya orang itu mati dalam perang.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;17. Kalau kaki kudanya cuma satu yang diangkat berarti orang itu cuma terluka dalam perang.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;18. Kalau semua kaki kudanya menjejak tanah, berarti orang itu meninggal karena sakit.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;19. Apa persamaan rompi anti peluru, printer laser, tangga darurat dan wiper mobil? Jawabannya: semua ditemukan oleh perempuan! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;20. Satu-satunya makanan yang tidak bisa busuk? Jawaban: madu.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;21. Buaya nggak bisa melet lidah.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;22. Siput bisa tidur selama 3 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;23. Semua beruang kutub KIDAL!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;24. American Airlines menghemat $40,000 tahun 1987 dengan cara mengurangi 1 buah olive dari setiap piring salad yang mereka sajikan untuk penumpang kelas 1.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;25. Indera perasa kupu-kupu ada di kaki.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;26. Gajah adalah satu-satunya hewan yang tidak bisa lompat.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;27. Selama 4000 tahun belakangan ini, jenis hewan yang dipelihara di rumah cuma itu-itu saja.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;28. Rata-rata manusia lebih takut pada laba-laba daripada kematian.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;29. Shakespeare menemukan kata: “Assassination” dan “bump”&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;30. Dengan menggunakan cara mengetik 10 jari, STEWARDESSES adalah kata terpanjang yang bisa diketik hanya dengan jari-jari tangan kiri.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;31. Semut selalu jatuh ke kanan setiap kali disemprot cairan anti hama&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;32. Kursi listrik ditemukan oleh seorang dokter gigi&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;33. Jantung manusia dapat menyemprotkan darah sejauh 30 kaki.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;34. Dalam 18 bulan, 2 ekor tikus bisa punya lebih dari sejuta anak tikus!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;35. Memakai headphone selama satu jam dapat menstimulasi perkembangan bakteri dalam telinga sebanyak 700 kali lipat!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;36. Pemantik ditemukan sebelum korek api.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;37. Setiap lipstik mengandung sisik ikan.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;38. Seperti sidik jari, lidah manusia pun mempunyai kontur yang berbeda-beda.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;39. 99% orang yang membaca tulisan ini mencoba mengalikan fakta no. 15&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;40. Dan akhirnya, 99% orang yang baca tulisan ini pasti mencoba menjilat siku&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-5742391214473118285?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5742391214473118285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=5742391214473118285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5742391214473118285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5742391214473118285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/10/40-facts.html' title='40 Facts'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1917984724241525704</id><published>2009-10-02T23:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:31:15.447+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomly Posting'/><title type='text'>newbie</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, its been a while since I wrote the last blog&lt;br /&gt;Kira2 sih 4months ago ya, last blog nya =)&lt;br /&gt;Eniwei, I’m coming back with new design and title for the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I wanna change the skin is supaya lebih terlihat santai saja. I wanna make this blog as santai as possible. That’s why the title is: hot chocolate. Bukannya gw rakus *well, iya juga sih* tapi kurang lebih maksud gw begini: hot chocolate and roasted bread are the very best friend of lazy afternoon. So, the thing is, relax, enjoy, have a cup of anything, tea or coffee or chocolate, and read&lt;br /&gt;PS: I’m trying to do my best to keep updating my blog, guys. Well, I’m trying =)&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1917984724241525704?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1917984724241525704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1917984724241525704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1917984724241525704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1917984724241525704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/10/newbie.html' title='newbie'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1117856243969546701</id><published>2009-07-06T23:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:54:09.160+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>We Love You, Jacko</title><content type='html'>Gw pernah post di twitter gw: “Gila, man, gw sedih banget MJ meninggal.” Kemudian, salah seorang temen gw reply, “Buat apa sedih? Kenal aja nggak. Semua orang akan meninggal juga satu saat.” Gw tuh saat itu tertegun. Gw berpikir lagi nih, kenapa yah gw bisa sedih? Gw sedih banget lihat foto-foto MJ pas dia berubah, video-video dia, lagu-lagu dia, gw sedih. Saat itu, gw nggak tahu kenapa gw sedih. Satu hal yang pasti, gw sedih dan gw tuh hampir nangis lihatnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, lewat satu minggu, gw kemudian menemukan jawabannya. Sekarang, coba kalau bisa, kalian putar lagu Michael Jackson selagi membaca blog ini. Kalian duduk, santai, dengarkan kata-katanya, bayangkan orangnya, kehidupannya. Dia bilang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the world, we are the children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone, I am here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal the world, make it a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sedih banget, guys. Bukan karena dia meninggal. Bukan. Tapi gw sedih sekali melihat ironisnya kehidupan MJ. Dia menghabiskan hidupnya dengan perubahan-perubahan pada wajahnya, kulitnya, kehidupannya. Ketika gw mendengarkan lagu-lagunya, gw menutup mata dan gw bertanya-tanya: sebenernya, siapakah yang membutuhkan kata-kata ‘you are not alone’? bukankah dia sendiri lebih butuh kata-kata itu dibandingkan siapapun yang mendengarkannya? Di antara kehidupan glamournya, kesuksesannya, dia kesepian. Gw sedih melihat kenyataan bahwa sebenernya masih banyak orang-orang yang seperti itu. Ketika mereka membutuhkan bantuan lebih dari siapapun, tapi nggak ada yang membantu dia. Gw kasihan sekali lihat dia. Neverland itu tempat yang indah banget, damai banget. Dia akan dikubur dengan peti berlapis emas, berbantal biru. Tapi pernah nggak dia merasa bahagia selama dia hidup, nggak ada yang tau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, coba look around. Terkadang sebagai manusia, kita self-centered. Gw juga. Gw egois. Ingin didengarkan, ingin dihormati, tapi pernah nggak sih kita mikir, orang-orang yang mendengarkan kita itu jg ingin didengarkan. Gw belakangan ini gampang tersentuh. Hehe. Jadi, pas gw lihat MJ seperti itu, gw tuh rasanya sedih karena ternyata di dunia ini masih ada orang-orang seperti itu. mungkin yang menjadi center bagi kedamaian dunia adalah peperangan, kemiskinan, kelaparan dan sebagainya. Tapi, guys, bukan Cuma itu. manusia itu membutuhkan pertolongan bagi jiwa-jiwanya. Mereka butuh diperhatikan, diberi cinta, kasih sayang, didengarkan, diberi senyum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1117856243969546701?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1117856243969546701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1117856243969546701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1117856243969546701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1117856243969546701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-love-you-jacko.html' title='We Love You, Jacko'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-9114284980075152275</id><published>2009-07-05T23:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:54:09.160+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>"You are not Alone"</title><content type='html'>Name : Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Nick    : MJ, Jacko, Michael&lt;br /&gt;29 August 1958- 25 June 2009&lt;br /&gt;The King of Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m listening to his song when writing this blog. Michael Jackson, a songwriter, singer, dancer, overall, he is the king of pop. Gw juga barusan nonton acara mengenang si Jacko ini. Gw inget, waktu pagi-pagi gw bangun tanggal 26 June waktu Jakarta, nyokap tiba-tiba bilang ke gw, “Jill, Michael Jackson udah nggak ada.” Apa reaksi gw? Gw Cuma bisa bilang, “Hah?” Gw nggak percaya. Sosok seorang Michael Jackson itu udah ada sejak gw lahir, dan entah mengapa somehow, deep down inside, gw berharap dia akan selalu ada di sana. Nggak pernah terpikirkan oleh gw bahwa dia akan pergi secepat ini. Despite of all things he had done with his life, I adore him. I adore his music, his songs, his lyrics, his style, everything. His songs inspired me. Bagi yang udah baca blog gw pasti taw kalau ada blog gw yang diambil dari lagu MJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, gw buka FB, gw update status mengenai kepergiannya. Gw baca, pagi-pagi gitu udah penuh dengan berita tersebut. Oke lah, pikir gw. wajar sekali, dia King of Pop. Lagu-lagunya terkenal. Walau samar-samar, lagu-lagu lamanya gw kenal. Waktu kecil gw inget, nyokap gw sering bilang, “Jill, liat tuh Michael Jackson.” Lagu-lagunya diputer di toko-toko. Wajahnya terpampang di poster-poster. Siapa yang nggak kenal Michael Jackson? Terus, ya beberapa hari berlalu, kemudian mulai muncul di FB, fans of MJ, We will miss you MJ, you will always in our heart, you are not alone, and so on. Kemudian tuh gw mikir gini: beberapa tahun yang lalu, dia dituduh pelecehan seksual yang nggak terbukti, semua orang meninggalkan dia. Mencemooh dia. Kemudian setelah dia nggak ada, orang-orang baru akan bilang, we will miss you? Tragis banget nggak sih. Gw nggak mencoba offensive ya, tapi ini adalah hal yang gw observe. Ketika rumors itu beredar, semua orang bener-bener mengejek-ejek dia. Sekarang? Gw nggak akan bilang rumors ini bener atau nggak. Despite of bener atau nggak, kenapa nggak dari dulu menghargai keberadaan dia? Kenapa harus sampai orangnya nggak ada baru bilang seperti itu? gw sampe sedih sekali lihatnya. MJ sendiri nggak akan tau betapa dunia bilang miss him, karena dia udah gone. Dia nggak akan sempat mencicipi kasih sayang orang-orang yang mendukung dia dengan bilang you will always in our heart. Dia mengakhiri kehidupannya dengan kesedihan, kesepian, kehancuran diri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t know what we’ve got until it’s gone” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-9114284980075152275?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/9114284980075152275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=9114284980075152275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/9114284980075152275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/9114284980075152275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-not-alone.html' title='&quot;You are not Alone&quot;'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-7839969461183789777</id><published>2009-06-19T22:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:54:09.160+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>Gw barusan nonton 17 Again. Well, Zac Efron was amazing, but that’s not my point. This is a film- not only about the hot guy on the screen, but this is about a choice. Bagi yang udah nonton film itu pasti tau deh apa maksud gw. So, that’s what we’re gonna discuss in this blog: choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, we have to make a very hard decision. decision untuk memilih satu di antara jalan yang lain, yang sama2 penting. Tapi guys, I learned something recently: seseorang itu dapat dinilai secara penuh dari jalan yang ia pilih. Apakah jalan yang ia pilih merupakan jalan yang termudah bagi DIA, atau menguntungkan dia dan merugikan orang lain, atau mungkin yang menguntungkan orang lain dan merugikan dia? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di film itu terdapat sebuah pilihan: cinta dan kewajiban vs. cita2. Ketika ia berumur 17 tahun, dia memilih cinta dan kewajibannya. Namun berangsur2, dy pun mulai nyesel nih sama keputusan dy. Dy mulai mikir if only I got the scholarship, or if only I continued my games that day. Sampe akhirnya ketika dia dikasih kesempatan lagi untuk menjadi 17 kembali, at the end, he chose the same thing: love. He realized that he loved his wife so much that nothing is more important than being with her. Mungkin, guys, ketika nonton film ini atau baca blog ini, ada yang berpikir: aduh tuh cowo bego amat, maw nyia2in cita2 nya untuk satu cewe. Okay, I’ll not object that argument, but here’s the thing: I’m not gonna say that that is stupid nor say that is smart. It’s not about being smart or stupid enough. It’s about the strength of your heart. I learned a rule of the world: if you wanna get something, really precious in your life, you have to pay for the price. So, God gave you the price. It’s up to you whether you wanna get the precious one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-7839969461183789777?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7839969461183789777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=7839969461183789777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7839969461183789777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7839969461183789777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/06/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-9181922466657237799</id><published>2009-05-23T23:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:54:09.161+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>One Week Lesson</title><content type='html'>Beberapa minggu yang lalu, well, tepat nya 2 minggu yang lalu, sesuatu yang sangat amat besar terjadi di keluarga gw. hal itu melibatkan seluruh keluarga besar gw dan sangat menggemparkan. Itu juga, yang membuat gw nggak masuk selama 1 minggu di sekolah. Sebelum terjadi hal itu, gw sendiri, mengalami sesuatu hal yang cukup memukul, dan gw cukup bingung harus bereaksi apa. Jadi ketika gw harus nggak masuk selama satu minggu sekolah itu, gw nggak taw sih itu termasuk anugrah atau termasuk salah satu kejadian buruk di hidup gw. intinya sih, hari2 sebelum dan sesudah gw ultah ke 17, termasuk salah satu down side of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa yang gw maw share di sini adalah, kejadian pertama yang menimpa gw, cukup membuat gw shock. Saat itu, gw sangat nggak taw maw ngapain. Gw sedih, gw kecewa, gw berusaha sekuat tenaga menghidupkan jiwa gw yang terluka, tapi unfortunately, gw nggak bisa. Gw nggak bisa sekolah. Di sekolah gw cm bengang bengong, biarpun gw mencoba ceria, tapi reaksi orang2 adalah: ‘jill, lw kok aneh sih hari ini?’ aneh kenapa? ‘nggak taw, rasanya lebih….gimanaaa gitu. Biasanya muka lw cerah pink2 gitu, sekarang jd nggak ceria.’ Padahal that time gw lagi bercanda sama temen2 gw. tapi entah kebetulan ato nggak, setelah itu, sesuai dengan yang udah gw kasih taw di atas, gw nggak masuk satu minggu karena kejadian menggemparkan itu. hari2 itu…juga bukan hari yang mudah. Sebaliknya, hari2 itu adalah hari yang sangat sulit, either buat gw atau buat keluarga gw. tapi, gw belajar banyak. Tiba2 gw seakan mendapat agaknya nih, ‘jawaban’ nggak langsung dari permasalahan gw yang pertama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, guys, gw belajar…bagaimana cara menghargai hidup. Hidup kita, ataupun hidup orang lain. Hidup orang yang di samping kita, hidup orang yang mengasihi kita atau yang kita kasihi. Ketika orang itu ada di samping kita, terkadang…kita lupa. Lupa cara menghargai dy. Mungkin bagi beberapa orang, mengatakan ‘aku sayang kamu’ itu nggak penting. Kata orang, lebih baik langsung aja ditunjukkan lewat tindakan. Okei, gw nggak akan membantah. Cuman, yang gw maw pertanyakan adalah begini. Ketika lw mencintai seseorang, mengasihi dia, dan lw tunjukkan cinta lw sama dy lewat perbuatan, mengapa tidak, sesekali lw ucapkan, aku…mencintai kamu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, hehe… selama satu minggu gw pergi, selama satu minggu juga, gw mendapatkan pelajaran yang lebih dr pelajaran di sekolah sekalipun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Jill has learned in that one week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Appreciate your love ones when they’re here, right beside you&lt;br /&gt;• God’s will is not our will. It might not seem good enough for us, but trust  Him. He holds tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;• ‘besok’ adalah ‘kemarin’nya ‘lusa’. So dun be afraid. It will pass eniwei&lt;br /&gt;• Trust your family, especially parents&lt;br /&gt;• Loving someone means to give them strength to hurt you &gt; fact&lt;br /&gt;• Letting go doesn’t mean you’re weak, it means youre strong enough to let go&lt;br /&gt;• We dun know when to say good bye, even when we havnt prepared for that. So, live ur life with all ur best, love with all ur heart, listen to ur heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: hmm, nanti kapan2… ketika tiba saatnya seorang Jill di masa depan, bisa melihat ke belakang, melihat ke bulan May 2009 dengan sebuah senyum dan berkata: ‘wow, gw bisa melewati semuanya dan, gw survive. And ive learned so many things’, ketika saat itu tiba, gw akan menceritakan apa yang terjadi. masalah apa yang ada saat ini, tapi sayangnya bukan sekarang. Hehehe. Maav yeaaa…. Just, wait till that time comes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-9181922466657237799?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/9181922466657237799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=9181922466657237799' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/9181922466657237799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/9181922466657237799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-week-lesson.html' title='One Week Lesson'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1240537147175251081</id><published>2009-05-03T09:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:52:45.885+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Keinginan, Keputusan, Pilihan dan Pengorbanan</title><content type='html'>Sebagai seorang cewe berumur 16 tahun, yah, 17…soon, mungkin terkadang orang bilang: apa sih yang umur segitu tau tentang cinta? Atau mungkin, orang-orang masih consider umur seperti gw ini sebagai cinta monyet. Well, actually I don’t care. Gw sih sebenernya memang bukan typical orang yang care pada perkataan orang lain. Eniwei, back to the topic: love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know, guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Cinta adalah keinginan. Keinginan adalah keputusan. Keputusan adalah pilihan. Pilihan adalah pengorbanan.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar gw jabarkan satu-satu maksudnya. Cinta, adalah keinginan. Ketika kita memutuskan untuk mencintai, kita ingin mencintai. Nangkep maksud gw? Biar gw rephrase. Terkadang ada beberapa cases di mana seseorang itu ‘ingin’ berhenti mencintai. Salah satu alasan paling sering sih: karena sebelumnya sudah pernah disakiti. Orang itu akan berhenti membuka hatinya dan mulai menutupnya rapat2. Yang gw percaya sih gini guys, cinta itu adalah mau. Ini gw denger dari orang lain sih, tapi gw rasa ini bener. Karena itulah gw bilang, cinta, adalah keinginan. Keinginan adalah keputusan. Ketika kita menginginkan, kita ‘memutuskan’untuk menginginkan, setuju temen2? Gw udah sering bilang: life is about choices…and it will always be. Dan yang terakhir, pilihan adalah pengorbanan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw belakangan ini menyadari bahwa memang sih cinta itu identik dengan pengorbanan. Dari hal yang simple misalnya: rela korbanin waktu buat sms, telp, ketemuan, hal2 kecil seperti init uh nggak gampang. Mungkin terkesan mudah, tapi menurut gw sih nggak mudah. Kenapa…? Karena begini, kalau misalnya coba lw posisikan diri lw di satu tempat di mana lw harus sms-in satu orang terus menerus, kasih kabar terus menerus, tanpa involving perasaan. Misalnya aja nih, lw disuruh sms-in saudara lw terus menerus. Lw ke mana, makan apa, harus inget sms dy. “Lagi ngapain? Udah makan belom?” dsb, mudah nggak? Gw nggak tau bagi orang2 di luar sana, tapi jujur bagi gw sih sulit yah. Oke lah kita naikin level jadi ‘sms-in temen’. Menurut gw, sebaik apapun temen itu, gila kalau gw disuruh sms begitu, blg “eh lw udah makan blm sis?” Kalau sesekali sih boleh lah, kalau setiap saat, gw akan mikir seribu kali dulu.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eniwei, guys, what I’ve been trying to say is gini, cinta itu…adalah suatu keinginan. Sampai di level ini, menurut gw jarang orang mengeluh karena dasarnya, manusia menginginkan. Keinginan adalah keputusan, sampai di sini pula, menurut gw no big deal karena dasarnya, kita sudah terlatih memutuskan sesuatu based on keinginan kita. Keputusan adalah pilihan. Mungkin guys, ketika sampai di sini, terkadang kita gentar. Kenapa…? Karena memilih bukanlah suatu hal yang menyenangkan. Sesuai dengan kalimat selanjutnya, memilih adalah pengorbanan. Ketika kita diperhadapkan dengan sesuatu hal bernama pilihan, pengorbanan itu sepaket. Itu pasti. Memilih antara cinta atau teman, itulah pilihan. Itulah pengorbanan. Memilih antara cinta atau kesenangan pribadi. Itulah pilihan, itulah pengorbanan. Memilih antara cinta atau keluarga. Itulah pilihan, itulah pengorbanan. Mungkin guys, di antara kalian nggak akan menemui kesulitan dalam memilih dan mengorbankan. Tapi saran gw sih gini, apapun pengorbanannya, ikuti kata hati. Follow your heart. I mean, mungkin your heart will lead you to pengorbanan yang lebih besar. Tapi karena gw orangnya ngeyel an, gw akan berusaha sebisa mungkin untuk meminimalkan pengorbanan yang ada entah bagaimana caranya. Karena, guys, bagi gw yang percaya ‘cinta sejati itu hanya datang satu kali’, gw ingin mempertahankan apa yang ada. Cinta itu adalah pengorbanan. Dan semua orang pasti merasakannya. Hanya yang membuat masing2 kita berbeda adalah how to deal with those things called sacrifices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1240537147175251081?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1240537147175251081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1240537147175251081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1240537147175251081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1240537147175251081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/05/keinginan-keputusan-pilihan-dan.html' title='Keinginan, Keputusan, Pilihan dan Pengorbanan'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-6325659266559925835</id><published>2009-02-22T00:45:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:58:36.295+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Harga Sebuah Kesuksesan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SaEhSO1sXdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C_TnePwh8iA/s1600-h/defining-it-project-success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SaEhSO1sXdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C_TnePwh8iA/s200/defining-it-project-success.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305558433123818962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salah satu penyebab absennya gw dari blog gw adalah membaca novel. Gw lebih banyak mengkonsumsi daripada memberikan belakangan ini. Buku2 yang gw baca adalah buku2 yang sangat bagus. Nah, salah satunya, ada yang judulnya ‘The Alchemist’ by Paulo Coelho. Ada yang pernah baca bukunya? Bukunya bagus. Jadi biarkan gw menjabarkan criteria ‘buku bagus’ versi Jill: kata2nya bagus- pendeskripsian nya bagus, ringan, nggak bertele2, dan yang paling terakhir: berbobot. Berbobot tuh dalem arti begini, ketika buku itu selesai dibaca, dalam hati ada satu motivasi baru, yang membuat diri lebih baik. Nah, semua criteria ini bisa gw temukan dalam buku itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inti dari buku ini adalah tentang impian. Ada sedikit2 percikan cinta sih, tapi mostly, well, it’s about reaching your dreams. Kadang kala, apa sih yang membuat satu orang itu nggak bisa sukses? Success is about getting all your dreams. It’s not only about money. Uang adalah hadiah dari mimpi yang telah kita raih, bukan sesuatu yang kita kejar. Yang dikejar adalah mimpi. Hadiahnya adalah kemakmuran, kekayaan. Bukan sebaliknya. Itu menurut gw setelah gw membaca buku ini. Bukunya bilang, semua orang pasti gagal kok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kegagalan di depan mata, well, that’s life, man. You just cannot avoid that, can ya? That is thing called life. Jadi itulah, secret of life. Rahasia kehidupan. Lucu juga yah, dibilang ‘rahasia’. Padahal the truth is, everyone will fail, everyone is living a LIFE, their own life. Tetapi hanya sedikit orang yang menyadari ‘the secret of life’ tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing about life yang disebutkan dalam buku itu adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…he never realized that people are capable, at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of.”&lt;br /&gt;–the Old King-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal yang gw tangkep dari buku ini, pengarangnya yakin, pasti, bahwa semua orang punya kemampuan untuk menggapai mimpinya, tapi hanya sedikit yang menggapai nya. Kenapa? Karena nggak semua orang sadar akan kemampuannya tersebut. Kita udah masuk ke dalam suatu jaman, di mana semuanya tuh secara nggak sadar mempengaruhi pikiran kita. Ketika kecil, kita berkata: “Aku ingin menjadi astronot!”, tapi apa kata orang tua kita…? “Anakku, kamu tidak mungkin menjadi astronot. Lebih baik daripada bermimpi yang tidak2, belajarlah perkalian.” Setelah brtumbuh lebih dewasa, kita berpikir: “daripada jadi astronot, ibuku berkata tidak mungkin. Lebih baik aku jadi presiden.” Namun, lingkungan lain lagi2 berkata: “maw jadi presiden?? Mimpi aja lw!” hal2 seperti ini terus dan terus revolving dalam kehidupan kita. Sehingga, munculah pemikiran bahwa ‘hal-hal demikian tidak bisa dilakukan.’ Tapi ada satu hal yang perlu diingat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…everything in life has its price.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimpi itu, tidak semudah itu digapai. Kebahagiaan pun ada harganya. Pertanyaannya adalah, apakah kita bisa mempercayai bahwa kita bisa, dan membayar harganya? ‘Percaya’ adalah suatu hal yang menakutkan. Tidak semua orang bisa percaya. Trust needs courage, because when it’s broken, it kills you inside. Tapi itulah salah satu harga sebuah mimpi. When you don’t even have the courage to believe, you cannot pay the first price, then, is it possible for us to say: we are willing to pay the price of success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-6325659266559925835?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6325659266559925835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=6325659266559925835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6325659266559925835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6325659266559925835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/02/harga-sebuah-kesuksesan.html' title='Harga Sebuah Kesuksesan'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SaEhSO1sXdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/C_TnePwh8iA/s72-c/defining-it-project-success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-5457792931464347420</id><published>2009-01-28T19:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:38:03.858+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Man in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SYBxAGv511I/AAAAAAAAADk/ir79gL_wrtk/s1600-h/Tempered_Glass_Mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SYBxAGv511I/AAAAAAAAADk/ir79gL_wrtk/s200/Tempered_Glass_Mirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296357408413177682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belakangan ini perang di mana2. Yang paling nyata adalah perang Irak dan Israel. Bahkan, as we know, Indonesia pun sampe gempar banget gara2 suatu perang yang ada nun jauh di sana. Well, people, I’m not being offensive about that, tapi gw Cuma ingin membawa satu perspective baru ke dalam idup kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut gw sebagai seorang cewe umur 16 tahun 8 bulan 21 hari, perang di Irak-Israel itu jauh. Jauh di mata dan jauh di hati. Bukannya gw nggak peduli, gw peduli, tapi menurut gw, itu jauh. Dalam arti kata begini, gw itu… dengerin satu lagu Michael Jackson. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna Make A Change,&lt;br /&gt;For Once In My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Starting with the Man In&lt;br /&gt;The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;I'm Asking Him To Change&lt;br /&gt;His Ways&lt;br /&gt;And No Message Could Have&lt;br /&gt;Been Any Clearer&lt;br /&gt;If You Wanna Make The World&lt;br /&gt;A Better Place&lt;br /&gt;Take A Look At Yourself, And&lt;br /&gt;Then Make A Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taw nggak lagu ini? Lagu ini judulnya Man in the Mirror. Gw suka kalimat nya: “I’m starting with the man in the mirror.” Guys, kita itu terlalu sibuk mengubah orang. Itulah manusia. Ada ungkapan: everyone was born to be a leader. Unfortunately, kadang kita terlalu sibuk mengubah orang. ‘Eh, Israel tuh nggak boleh gitu tuh… masa bom2 orang sembarangan?’ Wets, chill, man, chill. Bukannya gw bilang nggak boleh nolong orang, boleh, cuman nolongnya tuh jangan jauh2, mas. Negara kita sendiri ada gempa di papua, banjir, miskin, kelaparan, banyak… Nggak usah sampe susah2 pergi ke Negara orang. Negara lain aja nggak ada yg seheboh kita mungkin. Negara kita sendiri sudah cukup untuk dijabarkan 1001 masalah yang belum terselesaikan. Apalagi kita udah maw kampanye. Makin menjadi2lah semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, gw itu sangat ingin perdamaian dunia. Di lagunya Michael Jackson- Heal the World, semuanya jelas banget. Dunia yang indah di mana semuanya bersaudara. Nggak ada kelaparan ataupun perang. Siapa yang nggak maw…? Tapi mnurut gw sih gini, daripada susah2 mengubah orang lain, dan orang itu pun belum tentu maw dirubah, bukankah lebih baik mulai dari diri sendiri? Itu yang paling pertama harus dirubah. Change the man in the mirror, guys. Take a look at yourself and then make a change. Kalau semua orang change their own selves aja, perdamaian dunia itu bukan mimpi. Syaratnya mudah kan…? Cukup merubah satu orang saja: diri sendiri. Dunia itu tidak bisa decontrol oleh manusia seperti kita, tapi yang bs mengontrol diri gw adalah gw sndiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed of changing the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older and wiser,&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that the world would not change,&lt;br /&gt;so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country,&lt;br /&gt;But it, too, seemed immovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt,&lt;br /&gt;I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me,&lt;br /&gt;but alas, they would have none of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize:&lt;br /&gt;If only I had changed myself first, then by example I would have changed my family.&lt;br /&gt;From their inspiration and encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;I would then have been able to better my country&lt;br /&gt;and, who knows, I may have even changed the world.”&lt;br /&gt;- The words inscribed on the tomb of an Anglican bishop in Westminster Abby (1100 A.D.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-5457792931464347420?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/5457792931464347420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=5457792931464347420' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5457792931464347420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/5457792931464347420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/belakangan-ini-perang-di-mana2.html' title='Man in the Mirror'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SYBxAGv511I/AAAAAAAAADk/ir79gL_wrtk/s72-c/Tempered_Glass_Mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-2786244809602219497</id><published>2009-01-27T22:12:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:06:26.798+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Heart and Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SX8oExvUGVI/AAAAAAAAADc/MZ__V5iAU9c/s1600-h/Tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SX8oExvUGVI/AAAAAAAAADc/MZ__V5iAU9c/s200/Tech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295995749347367250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Between your brain and you heart… which one do you choose?” Gw mulai menanyakan kalimat ini pada temen2 gw sekitar bulan desember tahun lalu. Life is about choices... and it will always be. Jadi gw bertanya2 nih, ketika otak lw berkata secara logis itu salah, tapi hati lw pengen melakukannya, mana yg lw lakukan…? Apa yg lw perbuat…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sendiri sih pernah ngalamin. Bagi anda2 yang tidak pernah ngalamin, rasanya tuh kek lw bisa berkata dalam hati: “oh man… which one should I choose?” karena the thing is: lw takut salah pilih.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Tapi gw belajar satu hal dari orang tua gw begini, mereka itu… selalu menyuruh anak2nya untuk ikut kata hatinya. Katanya, jangan sampe kata hati lw tertutup karena gengsi atau apapun juga. Karena itu, wkt itu pernah dalam bbrp case, anak2nya disuruh ikut kata hatinya. Mereka blg: it might be wrong, we know it. But when it goes wrong, u can just smile and think to urself: hey u dun have to regret about anything coz it’s MY heart tells me to do so. Goes wrong… doesn’t equal to regret. Sebuah hal yang paling gw hindari di dunia adalah regret. Kalau udah berhubungan dengan kata menyesal, gw langsung mati kutu. Mending gw hindari de. Karena itulah, my parents selalu blg, ntar nyesel loh. Ga ada salahnya kok nyobain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika lw nggak ikutin kata hati lw dan ternyata it goes wrong, lw akan MENYESAL banget. Ketika lw nggak ikutin kata hati lw dan it goes right, dua hal will happen: 1. Lw bersyukur; 2. Deep down inside lw ada sedikit hal blg: hmm,, pengen cobain ikutin kata hati gw wkt itu. sedangkan ketika lw ikutin kata hati lw dan ternyata goes wrong, lw akan just smile and say: hey, its my heart’s voice that time. when it goes wrong, I won’t regret it. I’ve tried my best. Itu akan menjadi sebuah kenangan… dan pelajaran untuk kita. Well, gw nggak taw sih apakah semua orang berpikir seperti ini, tapi bagi gw, gw lebih prefer ikut kata hati gw. kalau bisa hati dan otak gw berkoorperasi, gw akan gabungkan 2-2nya. Rasa penyesalan itu, bisa terbayang2 sampe nanti dan nanti dan nanti. Gw udah pernah ketemu orang yang seperti itu soalnya. Bahkan orang yg dekat dengan gw yang alamin hal itu. dy menyesal. Gw yang liad nya aja udah serem. Hahaha. That’s why guys, if u ask me something like this, gw akan blg, follow ur heart, man. U’ll never know until u try, it might come really good if u just follow ur heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sendiri, sedang mencoba mengikuti kata hati gw. at this point in my life, gw merasa sih, my heart and brain can’t cooperate well. They really tell the opposite. I’ve been thinking all this time. and somehow, I just can’t ignore my heart yang keep on telling myself to follow her. Haha. It might sound silly, tapi it’s true. jadi sekarang ini gw berpikir yea, gw kan masih nggak taw nih, ke depan kek gimana. Apakah kata hati gw salah, atau nggak, tapi gw nggak akan menyesal, itu satu. Dan entah mengapa, walau kepala gw selalu blg kalau hal itu salah, gw nggak pernah merasa salah. Secara logis itu salah, gw taw pasti. Tapi entha kenapa, hati gw mengatakan hal lain, dan gw akhirnya ikut kata hati gw saja. Itulah keputusan yang gw buat setelah bergumul secara kurang lebih 2 bulan terakir ini. Berat sekali gw putusin ini sih. Dan sekarang gw masih belum bisa kasih kabar seperti: “lw ikutin kata hati lw, pasti lw bahagia dan kata hati nggak pernah salah.” Well, I won’t say that, karena hasil dari semuanya ini belum keluar. Tapi satu hal yang pasti, gw… nggak akan menyesal. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-2786244809602219497?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2786244809602219497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=2786244809602219497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2786244809602219497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2786244809602219497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-and-brain.html' title='Heart and Brain'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SX8oExvUGVI/AAAAAAAAADc/MZ__V5iAU9c/s72-c/Tech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-8257958616798510293</id><published>2009-01-23T23:51:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:16:39.045+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Love Never Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SXoWL2dI71I/AAAAAAAAADU/zvZ9N4GysQw/s1600-h/jump-for-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SXoWL2dI71I/AAAAAAAAADU/zvZ9N4GysQw/s200/jump-for-love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294568704779546450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wahai sahabat2ku di luar sana, selamat malam...&lt;br /&gt;Jill di sini, tidak ada kerjaan. Sebenarnya ada sih, tapi saya malas sekali. Hehe. penyakit malas saya sedang keluar, jadi saya nulis blog saja. Saat ini, gw lagi ditemani oleh second wave nya prambors. Gw promosi dulu nih, jadi, jill ini emang seneng banget dengerin radio malem2. Malem2 kan sepi banget yah di rumah gw, jadi gw seneng banget dengerin prambors, apalagi yang wktu dulu si yuda perdana.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Tapi sekarang juga oke sih penyiarnya. Suaranya bagus. Hehe. gw suka banget sama suara2 penyiar prambors. Hehe. sekarang ini, lagi diputer lagu Selamanya Cinta- d’cinnamons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi tadi, ada satu cowo, dy kek on air gitu. Dy cerita, kalu dy tuh ternyata pernah on air juga setengah taon yg lalu buat minta doa spy dy bisa jadian sama satu cewe yg dy sayang bgd, dan sekarang, dy tuh uda jadian sama cewe nya. U know wad, hes kinda cute when hes telling d story. I mean, I don’t even know him but by his voice, tone, we can really feel that hes surrounded by bliss. Im trying to put myself in the girl’s place, when she has someone who loves her very much and she loves him back indeed. How does it feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kawan2, gw tuh suka menempatkan diri gw di tempat seseorang. Contohnya, waktu liad resepsi pernikahan, gw tuh seneng banget menempatkan diri gw di tempat sang pengantin. Apa sih rasanya, jalan on the red carpet, with someone who I really love, staring at me, waiting for me with his loving eyes; ready to take my hands with care and hold it like he’ll never let me go? Apa sih rasanya ketika seseorang mempersiapkan acara resepsi pernikahan, mikir bahwa tanggal segini lw bakal nikah sama orang yg paling lw sayang,, nyiapin segalanya, voto, dan sebagainya? Apa juga sih, yang orang rasain waktu di masa tuanya, mereka masih holding hands and walk together, kek oma2 opa2 gituh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw pernah baca di satu buku, which I forgot the title, keknya sih chicken soup. Here’s the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(biar pake the first person narrator ajah ya) Gw punya oma dan opa. Opa itu adalah orang yang lemah, tidak bisa berjalan lagi, tidak sepenuhnya lumpuh, namun setidaknya, ia memerlukan kursi roda. Namun, dengan setia, oma selalu menjaganya, tanpa mengeluh apapun. Biarpun opa adalah orang yang sangat otoriter, keras kepala, dan stick to his mind, tidak romantic, oma selalu setia, tidak mengeluh. Pada suatu hari, oma sedang mandi, dan ia membiarkan opa menonton TV sendirian di ruang tamu. “Kamu tunggu di sini ya, saya mandi dulu. Saya tidak akan lama, jadi jika perlu apa2, tunggu saja sampai saya selesai mandi.” Kata oma. Kemudian, pergilah ia mandi. Namun setelah dia selesai mandi, betapa terkejutnya dia mendapatkan opa tidak ada di kursi rodanya, dan pintu utama terbuka. Oma ini sangat terkejut dan khawatir. Ia segera keluar, mulai mencari opa dengan mata berlinang air mata. ‘bukankah sudah kubilang jika dia membutuhkan sesuatu, tunggu sampai aku selesai mandi. Tapi kenapa dia malah keluar dan menghilang?’ demikian batin oma. Dia mencari, dan mencari. Sangat khawatir, sangat cemas. Kemudian, betapa terkejutnya ia menemukan si opa sedang di perempatan jalan, menggunakan tongkatnya dan menenteng sebuah kantong plastic. “tahukah kamu betapa aku sangat khawatir? Mengapa kamu keluar begitu saja, tidak menungguku?” kata oma sambil setengah menangis. Kemudian sang opa menyodorkan kantong plastic itu padanya. Ketika sang oma membukanya, ia sangat terkejut, ternyata isinya adalah sebuah coklat. “hari ini adalah 14 februari. Selama kita menikah 50 tahun lebih, aku tidak pernah memberikan apapun pada mu untuk kerja keras mu, kesetiaan mu dan kasih sayang mu padaku. Jadi kupikir, aku ingin membelikan coklat padamu. Namun tak disangka, aku sudah lemah untuk berjalan lebih cepat tanpa kursi roda.” Sang oma menitikkan air matanya. Tak disangka2, opa yang adalah seorang yg keras, tegas, tidak romantic sama sekali, dapat pergi, menggunakan kakinya sendiri padahal ia sedang sakit, untuk membelikannya coklat pada hari valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8257958616798510293?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8257958616798510293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8257958616798510293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8257958616798510293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8257958616798510293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-never-dies.html' title='Love Never Dies'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SXoWL2dI71I/AAAAAAAAADU/zvZ9N4GysQw/s72-c/jump-for-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-3569242479831710318</id><published>2009-01-15T22:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:26:20.695+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Answers to Our Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SW9UcN2t7aI/AAAAAAAAACs/KFYpncY5HBY/s1600-h/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SW9UcN2t7aI/AAAAAAAAACs/KFYpncY5HBY/s200/pray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291540930915855778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pada suatu hari, gw membaca satu quotes yang indah. Tapi kemudian, gw lupa tentang itu, dan tadi barusan, gw baca my sis’s writings and dy mengangkat quote itu. Gw pun tertarik untuk mengangkatnya di blog ini. So, here’s the quotes, There are three ways God answers our prayer:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes means He gives what we want&lt;br /&gt;2. Wait means He has His time&lt;br /&gt;3. No means the best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di saat gw baca kalimat2 itu, gw tertegun. Di waktu2 ini, banyak sekali kegelisahan gw, banyak hal yang gw takuti, banyak hal yang gw inginkan. Ya, well, gw sadar sih I’m being more selfish recently but I can’t do anything. Semuanya itu menyelimuti gw completely. Though the fact that I pray for myself more often than I pray for others is true. Gw… sedang diselimuti keraguan dan keinginan. Mungkin karena itulah, God kasih gw baca quotes itu sebagai jawaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal yang gw sering yakini dalam diri gw sih begini: okay, Jill, God knows you best. He knows all about you and just surrender. Despite of what religion we are now, gw yakin hal yang gw yakini itu di-amin-kan oleh semua orang. *Fiuh, I’m trying my best to be general* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang, as a human, wajar yea, kita nggak sabaran. Okei, gw akan menggunakan kata2 ‘gw’ instead of ‘kita’. Gw nggak sbaran. Gw ingin sesuatu dan I’m DYING to have it as soon as possible. Tapi coba kita renungkan sedikit. Nomer satu, ketika God says ‘yes’, apa yang kita perbuat dengan hal itu? One example, misalnya kita minta dengan sangat, ingin sesuatu. Ketika God meng-iya-kannya, apa kita menyadari bahwa kita itu diBERIkan olehNya, atau kita malah berpikir bahwa hal itu adalah usaha dan kerja keras dari diri kita sendiri? Terkadang kita lupa untuk bersyukur atas semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomer yang kedua, wait. Menunggu itu adalah hal yang paling gw benci. Entah menunggu sms, email, orang, janjian, yang namanya menunggu itu nggak enak. Entah gw yang nggak sabaran, atau memang semua orang benci menunggu sama seperti gw, yang pasti, bagi gw saja, menunggu itu nggak enak. Apalagi yang namanya menunggu tanpa batas. Ketika God suruh kita tunggu, apa sih yang kita lakukan? Okei, mungkin ada yang sanggah begini: aduh, God itu kan nggak ngomong langsung lah yaw sama gw, jadi gw mana taw disuruh menunggu’. Well, I know, guys, God nggak akan pernah mengeluarkan titah dari langit dan sebagainya, tapi gw yakin, deep down inside kita taw sebenernya, it’s not our time. tapi kadang, kita terlalu bebal untuk mengakuinya dan menggunakan segala macam cara untuk gain it. Sehingga, akibatnya juga buruk. Hmm, I’m trying to get an example here: misalnya, for couples yang udah married, pasti menantikan anak dunk… Tapi apa yang kadang diperbuat orang, ketika anak yang dinantikan tuh nggak kunjung ada? Extreme nya nih, ada yang nyari istri muda untuk anaknya diambil dan diasuh sama mereka. Waktu beberapa tahun kemudian, eh, ternyata mereka ada anak. Anak yang pertama diterlantarkan, anak yang kedua disayang abis. Guys, kata ‘wait’ itu berarti menunggu. Tapi terkadang, ppl just can’t wait and try to solve things by their own ways, ways of mankind, yang berujung pada suatu hal yang sama sekali tidak menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomer yang ketiga, yang kebanyakan tidak kita sukai: no. Sadar nggak sih, kata ‘no’ itu Cuma terdiri dari 2 huruf, tapi dampaknya sih cukup mengejutkan yea. When God says no, it means nothing… is best for you now. Kadang, kita sulit memang untuk menerima kata2 itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, gw juga sedang mencoba nih, dan gw harap sih kalian juga mencoba nya sama2 gw: ketika nomer satu terjadi, bersyukurlah. Bukan karena usaha kita, bukan karena jerih payah kita semata, tapi karena pertolongan Dia. Ketika nomer dua terjadi, tunggulah. Yakinlah akan janji2 Dia. Dia tidak pernah lupa atau berbohong. Dan ketika nomer tiga terjadi, have faith in Him. He knows you best, more than ur parents know u, ur besties know u, even urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-3569242479831710318?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/3569242479831710318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=3569242479831710318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3569242479831710318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/3569242479831710318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/answers-to-our-prayer.html' title='Answers to Our Prayer'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SW9UcN2t7aI/AAAAAAAAACs/KFYpncY5HBY/s72-c/pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-2276539440563083454</id><published>2009-01-14T20:26:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:36:59.053+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Something Beyond Expectation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SW4GTzmRV6I/AAAAAAAAACk/82OPtwiWLqk/s1600-h/amazinglife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SW4GTzmRV6I/AAAAAAAAACk/82OPtwiWLqk/s200/amazinglife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291173549544920994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nowadays, orang2 pasti taw ttg drama korea. I mean, meskipun ada bbrp orang yang nggak pernah nonton drama korea, well, okay, just other dramas are okay. Whatever. What I’m trying to say is, ada nggak sih orang yang melihat drama korea as I see them. Gw melihat bbrp hal menarik dari drama korea, contohnya begini. Coba deh ya, kita ambil satu contoh in our mind, yang terkenal aja ya, Full House. Itu loh, yang ada si Rain n Song Hye Gyo nya. *ngomong2, cewe nya super cakep di situ hahahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, here’s the point:  pada episode pertama biasanya, ada pertemuan antara si tokoh utama dan sang jodoh. Tapi, let’s imagine. Pertanyaan gw adalah begini: apakah sang tokoh utama itu *kalau terjadi beneran di dunia ini* taw bahwa itu adalah jodohnya? Gw inget bgd pas eps pertama, si cewe tuh kena sial. Rumahanya dijual, dan dy ditipu pergi ke China ato HK ato something like that lah ya, trs pas di pesawat, ketemu si Rain. Pertemuan mereka is not as smooth gmn. Bahkan, cewe nya muntah di celana cowo nya. Trs ada lagi kesialan lainnya. Sampe butuh waktu yang lama untuk menyatakan klu mrk jodoh. But, coba kita pikir. Klu misalnya, kita ada d tmptnya sang cewe, gw pada saat eps ke 3 aja akan mungkin berpikir: gila, gw nggak jdoh abis sama nih cowo. Coba aja, kita sih sebagai penonton udah taw apa yang kita ntn itu uda nggak mungkin nggak jodoh lah ya,, tapiiii bagi orang yg *misalnya* bener2 mengalami, pasty ada rasa putus asanya pas tengah2 cerita. Apalagi dengan kehadiran cewe lain yang di filem nya sih ceritanya lebih cakep, tajir, manis dll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kadang tuh gw berpikir, ppl say that our lives are just like a book. A book has chapters in it. Di antara chapter2 nya di dalem, ada gw, sebagai the main character. Sometimes, gw teringet, gw bisa putus asa seperti di filem2 korea, without knowing that there’s a happy ending waiting for me. I live my life, without knowing sapa yang ada di depan gw, tokoh apa yang akan dy perankan dalam buku gw. Keren juga ya, pikir gw kadang2. At times, kita bisa nggak taw apa yang terjadi dalam hidup kita. Tapi waktu gw menoleh ke belakang, I can see clearly. Misalnya, ada orang yang bermasalah sama kita, dan mungkin kita menyesal pernah ketemu sama dy *kek di blog gw sebelumnya*. Tapi gw entah kenapa yakin satu hal gini: aka nada satu waktu, one day, ketika lw menoleh ke belakang dan berkata: well, fortunately gw ketemu dy waktu itu. Dy ada bukan Cuma ngbuat masalah di hidup gw, tapi tanpa dy, gw nggak akan ada seperti sekarang. Bisa juga gini: punya masalah, tapi nggak selese hari ini. Misalnya, ada satu film juga ya, ketika satu kali tuh cewe sama cowo nya musti pisah, dan mereka ketemu lagi bbrp tahun kemudian. Keren banget de. Mxdnya, coba lagi2 kita byangkan, kt ada di tempat the main character itu. Pasti kita akan berpikir, sebelum ketemu lagi sama cowo nya ya: gila, gw bener2 nggak jodoh sama orang itu n I have to move on. Beberapa tahun kemudian, ketemu lagi. Coba lagi2 kita mikir de: pagi2, kita berangkat ke aktifitas kita kek biasa, without knowing klu kita akan ketemu lagi sama orangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guys, can’t you see how amazing life can be…? Kadang di saat2 tertentu di mana kita nggak sadar, small surpireses itu terjadi. Mungkin saad ini, lw akan bertanya2: kenapa gw harus kek gini, kenapa gw harus kek gitu. Kuncinya adalah: NONTON FILEM KOREA! Haha. Yah, not exactly like that sih. Mungkin lw ngrasa, ‘yah, klu di film kan mudah. Tinggal ditulis dua tahun lagi ato gmn gitu. Nah gw?’ yah, as I said, mungkin it’s not as easy as writing ‘two years later’ in the film, but I’m pretty sure that in times, you can understand what’s going on. God will answer your pray in His time, and when you reach that time, you’ll certainly laugh and said: wow… THIS is what actually happening in past years. How can I be so stupid while the problem is just THIS small? Gitu… well, sebenernya gw sendiri nggak bs share sesuatu ttg idup gw yang berhubungan dengan hal ini, secara gw masih blom mengalami sendiri sesuatu hal yang besar gimana. Tapi, I’m just trying hard to believe that everything happens for a reason. Semoga, suatu hari nanti gw akan mengerty apa yang terjadi di hidup gw sekarang. I hope… hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-2276539440563083454?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/2276539440563083454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=2276539440563083454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2276539440563083454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/2276539440563083454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-beyond-expectation.html' title='Something Beyond Expectation'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SW4GTzmRV6I/AAAAAAAAACk/82OPtwiWLqk/s72-c/amazinglife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-7635556599675173661</id><published>2009-01-13T21:43:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:26:53.206+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Eksistensi Diri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWzOvjAV_kI/AAAAAAAAACU/fvnya0IdweY/s1600-h/personal+existance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWzOvjAV_kI/AAAAAAAAACU/fvnya0IdweY/s200/personal+existance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290830978499345986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kadang dalam hidup, kita sebagai manusia membutuhkan beberapa hal, contohnya makan, minum, baju, rumah, yah yg gitu2 lah yah, itu kan uda jelas. Ada juga beberapa hal yang agak2 nggak keliatan, tapi gw yakin orang2 butuh, misalnya temen, cinta, dan lain2. Tapi, nggak taw ya, orang-orang sadar atau nggak, kita sebagai manusia *mnurut gw* membutuhkan satu hal laen: eksistensi diri. Sebagai manusia, mnurut gw wajar2 aja if they want, bahkan eager to have this thing in their life.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Sesuai dalam pelajaran di esde, yah, manusia adalah makhluk social, jadi membutuhkan orang lain. Membutuhkan orang lain itu di mata gw sama dengan membutuhkan eksistensi diri. Di mata gw, gw lebih prefer either dibenci atau disukai, daripada dicuekin. Gw jujur paling benci dicuekin (baca: nggak dianggep, nggak digubris, nggak dilihat). Entah lagi marahan, atau lagi ngapainnn juga, gw paling paling nggak suka sama yang namanya dicuekin. Gw lebih mending gini: dimaki2, diomongin di depan, langsung kasih taw gw kenapa, dibandingkan dicuekin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama dengan halnya gini: seseorang yang misalnya nih, datang ke suatu ruangan, dan duduk. Setengah jem kemudian, BARU ada orang lewat dan berkata: “loh, lw uda dateng? Kapan datengnya?” oh, mannnn…. Rasanya pengen teriak taw nggak: gw uda di sini dari setengah jem yang lalu, kali mas… dalam keadaan kek gitu, sadar nggak sih, maw marah, juga nggak bisa. Maw marah, maw marahin sapa? Apa? Maw sedih, juga keknya, sedih sih, tapi ya that’s it. Nggak bisa ngapa2in lagi. Nah, kebayang kan, sadar nggak sadar, seseorang itu BUTUH pasti sebuah eksistensi diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun gini, here’s the point: everyone butuh eksistensi diri, but, how are u going to get that? Ada beberapa pendapat orang tuh gini: masa-masa SMP-SMA itu adalah masa2 di mana penuh dengan pencarian eksistensi diri. Kadang, ada orang yang ngrasa nggak bahagia dengan masa2 SMA nya. Penuh dengan kepura2an. Gw sendiri, masih SMA. Nggak2… jadi gini dulu de. We don’t know what’s going on with us until we pass it, and we turn our head around, and all we’re gonna say is: wow, so, that’s what happen in the past. Jadi begini lah keadaan gw. Gw nggak bisa bilank kalau masa SMA itu nggak enak atau enak. Apalagi menjudge itu sebagai masa2 paling indah di dunia. Tapi gw sendiri ngrasa dan sadar, memang ada part of my senior high school life yang mencari eksistensi diri. Tapi, karena gw orangnya agak independent dan agaknya nggak gitu peduli soal sekeliling, jadi yah gw santai2 saja, kurang mengalami dengan baik. But somehow, gw sering melihat ada beberapa orang yang berusaha sangat keras demi eksistensi dirinya tersebut, bahkan gw bilang yah agak cenderung berlebihan ya.&lt;br /&gt;At times, gw ngliad ada orang yg contohnya smoking untuk mendapati eksistensi diri dalam satu grup, atau bahkan melakukan sesuatu yang BODOH, yang agak nggak penting, Cuma untuk mendapati eksistensi diri tersebut. Okay, gw nggak bilank itu salah. Mencoba itu sah2 aja, tapi boleh dunk, sekali2 kita mencari grup yang menerima diri kita lebih dari yang kita harapkan. Dunia tuh terdiri dari bermilyar2 orang, gitu. Masa, sih, di antara milyaran orang ini, nggak ada orang yang maw menerima lw? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, emank, gw mengakui, manusia itu adalah makhluk yang pandari tapi bodoh. Knapa? Jadi gini, keputusan seseorang untuk menjalani sesuatu dalam hidup nya itu kadang bergantung pada orang lain. Waktu itu, gw pernah memperhatikan sekitar gw, dan gw ngliad satu orang temen gw. Melihat tingkah lakunya, gw tuh nggak tahan. Soalnya, at some point, gw ngrasa apa yang dilakukannya itu agak2 lebai. Dy nggak punya tujuan khusus untuk melakukan hal2 bodoh, namun dy tetep melakukannya. Gw sampe ngrasa lucu sendiri. Gosh, dy melakukan hal2 bodoh untuk orang laen, yang merusak dirinya sendiri…? Whad’s the point, man?? You own ur life and YOU are the one who will be responsible for YOUR own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coba de sekali lagi dipikir2. Apakah eksistensi diri itu sebegitu pentingnya, sehingga lw sampe maw merusak hidup lw hanya untuk diterima orang…? Kalau udah diterima orang nih, then…? What are you goin to do with it? Apakah lw akan dapet duit? Apakah lw akan sehat? Apakah itu jaminan masuk surge? Whats the point, man? Mnurut gw sih ya, jangan de, sampe lw mencari eksistensi diri dngan terbawa arus kea rah negative, yang akhirnya tuh diri sendiri yang rugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-7635556599675173661?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7635556599675173661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=7635556599675173661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7635556599675173661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7635556599675173661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/eksistensi-diri.html' title='Eksistensi Diri'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWzOvjAV_kI/AAAAAAAAACU/fvnya0IdweY/s72-c/personal+existance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-8166641623242940682</id><published>2009-01-10T23:06:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:09:30.246+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Worrying too Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWoOb5dYCCI/AAAAAAAAACE/4RHITJxCHgE/s1600-h/n1600833176_25804_9733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWoOb5dYCCI/AAAAAAAAACE/4RHITJxCHgE/s200/n1600833176_25804_9733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290056584743356450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time, I’m going to talk about worrying too much. Hehe, actually, gw ini orang yang sangat amat khawatiran, bagi orang yang pernah kenal gw dari dulu, contohnya guru counseling gw. Dy taw benar sesungguh2nya bahwa gw ini sebenernya adalah tipe orang khawatiran… bagi orang yang kenal gw juga, pasty taw klu gw sering sakit apalagi klu stress. Pas pembuatan drama, kerjaan gw tuh nongkrong di health center buat istirahat. Gw pasti sakit, sakit maag, sakit kepala, gatel2 dan sebagainya…&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; bukannya gw sengaja, tapi emank badan gw uda dasarnya kaga kuat, ditambah stress yah jd berabe kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar gw list kan hal hal yang pernah jadi my concern: hal2 kecil dari persahabatan, dibanding2in orang lain, physically, kemampuan otak, main piano, ujian piano, ujian skolah, pacar, subject pilihan, di sensi in guru, nilai gw yang jelek2, pelayanan gereja, kehidupan gw, dll…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the list mungkin keliatannya adalah self center thing. Here’s the explanation: soal persahabatan, gw sekarang udah ga pernah pikirin. Menurut gw, people can say as much as they want, but at least, my friends and family know who I am and they appreciate it. I’m not asking for the whole world to accept me coz I know, I can’t be accepted by the whole world. Lagian, people have their rights to talk their opinion, that’s why gw ga pernah jaim depan orang. All I want to show is Jill, and there’s no need to hide anything. Klu ternyata mereka dr awal ga suka ma gw, yah terserah mereka, ya ga… hwhw…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal nilai2 dan kemampuan otak gw, let me tell ya… Jill is not that type of person who runs for her score. Gw bukan belajar mati2an buat score karna gw ga peduli sama yang namanya score. Yg gw peduli adalah, gmn cara gw, dari ga tw jadi taw, dan can be applied in my life so that I can help others. That’s all. Yg membuat gw peduli adalah, ternyata dunia sekarang sangat amat mempedulikan nilai, di atas secarik kertas yang menurut gw itu cm kertas. It can measure nothing. “kalau ternyata sebuah kesuksesan diukur dari seberapa besar nilai matematika sewaktu sekolah, maka saya tidak akan bisa dibilang sukses” – seorang pengamat lifestyle dari kompas- bukan berarti gw nih sama sekali ga mw dapet nilai bagus, tapi… this is my effort, I’ve given my best shot and… why should I regret it only becoz of the measure of the world? Gw adalah orang yg selalu give my best shot, try my best, tp kalo ternyata nilai nya kek gituh, yah mw gimana lagi… inilah kenapa gw selalu suka sama sekolah gw, mereka ga pernah kasih rank karna mereka taw itulah kemampuan kita, buat apa di banding2in ma orang…? Okei, I know, banding2in ma orang itu buat kita jd semakin maju, tapi kalu ternyata itu adalah batas kemampuan kita, wajar ga sih kalu kita liad orang lain, iri, dan sedih, kecewa sama diri sendiri? Padahal, buat idup, bukan Cuma sebatas nilai math yang dinilai, bukan sebatas seberapa bagus nilai triple science. Hal itu memang penting, tapi bukankah ada yang lebih penting? Gimana cara kita memperlakukan orang lain, gimana cara kita melakukan yang terbaik, gimana cara kita jujur di tengah kebohongan dunia…? Bukankah semua orang tuh punya their own capabilities yang orang laen nggak punya? Gw bukan jd pathetic gara2 mikir gini, Cuma gw nggak pernah iri sama nilai orang lain. Sewaktu gw nerima kertas di depan gw, gw berkata sama diri sendiri: Jill, ini hasil kerja keras lw, dan klu lw da kerja sebaik mungkin, don’t regret it! Klu ternyata lw blm kerja sepenuh hati, kerja lagi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi memang, kita hidup nggak sendirian. Gw masih HARUS mikirn tentang ortu gw, gimana mereka da susah payah kasih gw sekolah di situh, biaya mahal, apa yang harus gw bilank klu ternyata di ukuran dunia, gw ga lulus? Mereka nggak pernah marah segimana marah karna mereka tw, gw da belajar ampe mati2an, usaha sendiri, mereka ga bantuin, my sis nggak bantuin, nggak pake guru les. Murni effort gw. Tapi tetep ajh, yang gw rasa… klu ternyata ukuran dunia yang gw ga pernah puja2 itu, dipuja2 ma orang2 termasuk ortu gw, gw pengen dapet tingkat tertinggi buat ujian akhir gw. Gw juga pengen kek sister nya temen gw, average nya 99.98. sapa yang nggak mw? Klu ternyata itu busa membuat ortu gw bangga, gw pengen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selanjutnya, achieving my dreams. Gw pengen ke luar negeri. Pengen banget. Buat apa? Supaya gw bisa mandiri. Sekali lagi… gw bukan maw supaya di liad orang, wah Jill hebat di luar negeri. Bukan. Gw bukan org yg peduli apa kata orang ttg gw. Mereka maw puja gw, terserah, gw ga dapet duit. Mereka maw hina gw, terserah, gw akan anggep itu masukan tapi bukan kewajiban karna itu ga akan bisa membunuh gw. Gw pengen ke luar negeri buat klu bisa, ngshare kehidupan, taw gimana sih culture di sana. Gimana mereka dan lain2. Kalau gw bisa berguna buat orang lain, gw sangat amat senang dibandingkan diri gw yang mengandalkan orang lain. Begitulah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belakangan ini… gw mengesampingkan semua itu, gw belajar untuk nggak worry too much. Gw sangat amat sadar kalu idup tuh indah. Dari hal2 kecil, gw bisa bahagia, tapi gw nggak bisa dijatuhkan oleh kesedihan2 kecil. Gw belajar untuk bersyukur. Bukannya kita dari awal nggak dapet apa2? Klu ternyata gw masih punya family, frens, God, apa yg harus gw sesali? Kehidupan gw nggak selalu bagus. There are vicissitudes. I know. I realize. Tapi, sedih ato ga… bukannya itu bisa gw control? Nggak banyak yg bisa gw kendalikan… contohnya, wad will happen, wad will come and go, tapi satu hal yang bisa gw control tuh diri gw, gimana cara gw bisa deal with them and wad feeling should I put in there. Mungkin memang, gw sendiri masih blm tentu. Kehidupan gw gelap. Masalah banyak yg datang dan pergi. Tapi gw ada sekarang, gw kek gini, apa lagi yang harus gw sesalin? Apa yang ingin gw raih lagi? Kehidupan gw bahagia, biarpun kdg sedih. Gw punya temen2 yg baik, mereka selalu dorong gw, selalu dukung gw, kasih masukan. Biar pun kadang berantem, kadang musuan, tapi bukankah hal2 itu adalah hal2 yang membuat kita tertawa in the future? Tanpa kesedihan, nggak bakal ada somthin yang kita bisa ketawain di masa depan. Itulah… gimana cara gw memandang idup belakangan ini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8166641623242940682?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8166641623242940682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8166641623242940682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8166641623242940682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8166641623242940682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/worrying-too-much.html' title='Worrying too Much'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWoOb5dYCCI/AAAAAAAAACE/4RHITJxCHgE/s72-c/n1600833176_25804_9733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-178286613601850496</id><published>2009-01-10T01:52:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:30:26.969+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Jill'/><title type='text'>26 Random Things about Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWegJuptC8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XxEEtubUbbA/s1600-h/n1600833176_13174_8085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWegJuptC8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XxEEtubUbbA/s200/n1600833176_13174_8085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289372376372153282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. U may call me a cry-baby but I cry often.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;2. I cry when I watch films, when I see someone’s crying, when I listen to particular music. Yeah, I know, I’m such a person, but well, I cry a lot. But I hardly find myself crying to my own problems I don’t know why. People cry for me, but I really dun allow myself to cry for myself unless I really have no idea what to do next. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate gossipers. Silent works better than gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;4. I hate ppl who talks often about others’ appearances, like: nose, eyes, body. Well, no body’s perfect, man. U just can’t see urself clearly.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;5. I’m a dreamer. I dream even when I’m wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;6. I love writing. It helps me a lot though I’m not a good writer.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate to study. I’m too lazy to do things at home regarding to school’s projects.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;8. I love school. It helps me a lot in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;9. I’ll have three periods of student lounge next year and three periods of Chinese which means all I have to do is to chat, so they’re equal to 6 periods of chatting time. Plus, I never pay attention to B.I lesson. The fact is, I only come to school to attend biology and math.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;10. I am a-hardly-in-love-person.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;11. I can hardly know when someone likes me or not. All u have to do is to tell me straight away or else I’ll never figure it out myself unless other ppl tell me about that.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;12. I always take a nap every day.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;13. I do better in languages, music and art rather than physics, chemistry, biology, nor math. Well, I said I do BETTER, not best.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;14. To someone whom I love, I’d like to do many things for him. I have my plans.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;15. I love to read. But I take such a long time to finish a novel.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;16. I can hardly talk to new friends. I just can’t make it I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;17. I love my new iTouch no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;18. I love Christmas. It feels great.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;19. I have no favorite food. I love to eat and I’m an omnivore.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;20. I have no favorite color. All colors are made by God. I just appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;21. I like biology but it’s the second worst subject after math.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;22. I love my room. I love my house.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;23. Ppl said that I have a-no-expression-face. I just dun realize it. It makes ppl afraid of me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;24. I love to spend my time alone but it doesn’t mean I dun like crowds.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;25. I can read expressions easily. Well, it depends, though.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;26. I have such a bad luck about love. I dunno. Just… it happens suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-178286613601850496?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/178286613601850496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=178286613601850496' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/178286613601850496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/178286613601850496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-things-about-me.html' title='26 Random Things about Me'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWegJuptC8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XxEEtubUbbA/s72-c/n1600833176_13174_8085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-689905067022914427</id><published>2009-01-08T23:52:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:08:01.827+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWYxjkzJyFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ysjtiv75-tU/s1600-h/Sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWYxjkzJyFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ysjtiv75-tU/s200/Sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288969299636635730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys, thanx banget buat kalian2 yang berkunjung ke sini. I really appreciate that. Sesuai yang gw pernah bilang, gw harap banget blog gw bisa jadi blessings buat kalian. Untuk kalian2 yang ingin gw angkat satu topic tentang sesuatu, boleh diusulkan. Gw coba sebisanya untuk menampungnya dan mencoba membuat sesuatu tulisan. Silahkan tinggalkan pesan anda. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing, gw mau minta maaf nih, soalnya gw baru ngeh kalau ternyata posts gw nggak bisa dikasih comments. I’m so sorry for this thing to happen. Tapi tapi, sekarang udah bisa kokk. Ternyata ada kesalahan di setting-an nya, jadi nggak bisa. Tapi sekarang udah diperbaiki. So, for those of you yang ada pendapat sendiri tentang blog gw, mau kasih masukan ke posts, feel free. Gw open minded dan mungkin dari pendapat kalian gw bisa buat post baru. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga untuk &lt;a href="http://budiawan-hutasoit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Budiawan Hutasoit&lt;/a&gt;, I thank you for being so kind, udah maw kasih taw tentang kesalahan di blog itu. Sering2 datang berkunjung yea. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-689905067022914427?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/689905067022914427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=689905067022914427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/689905067022914427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/689905067022914427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWYxjkzJyFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ysjtiv75-tU/s72-c/Sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-8672236599594220021</id><published>2009-01-08T23:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:38:09.191+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWYnGQJBNeI/AAAAAAAAABs/iIOAAXrjaic/s200/broken+heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288957800758719970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To let someone go is part of our lives. Everyone knows it, but only some ppl realize it with all their heart. Sometimes, knowing something itu nggak sama dengan menyadarinya dengan sepenuh hati. Contohnya begini, semua orang taw dngan pasti kalau kematian itu akan menjemput, tapi jarang ada yang benar2 menyadarinya dengan sepenuh hati. As the result, kita bisa liad orang2 yang live their life as if they have 2 lives. Katanya Mitch Albom sih, if we know how to die, we know how to live.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Balik lagi ke masalah awal. Kita taw pasti kok, satu saad, cepat atau lambat, kita harus mengalami suatu hal bertemakan perpisahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw inget pertama kalinya gw bener2 sedih satu orang pergi itu pas perpisahan temen sekelas gw. Hux hux. waktu itu gw inget banget, pas dy masih dibilang hari terakir, gw tuh nggak sadar sepenuhnya kalau dy akan pergi. Heran deh, its human. We dun realize it until it really happens and we are going to deeply wondering to ourselves, wad am I doin that time when she/he is here? That’s why ive written in my blog, jangan sia2kan kehadiran seseorang dalam idupmu. It might not always be happy as in fairy tale, but please appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu gw inget, malem2, sebelom tidur kan memang gw hobi dengerin pramors. Then one day, waktu masih si Yudha Perdana yang siaran, dy cerita gini, ada satu surat masuk ked y (entah imel ato surat) but it really has something. Here’s the story *seinget gw aja yea, gw pake first person perspective and that person is a he:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu, gw lagi di jalan nyetir ketika ada satu mobil nabrak mobil gw. Gw turun dari mobil dan ngeliad ke mobil yang nabrak gw itu. Ternyata ada satu cewe. Dy turun, mukanya uda pucet,terus dy minta maav. Udah gitu, kita tukeran nomor hape karena dy maw ganti rugi ceritanya. Tapi berhubung gw maw buru2 ke kampus, kita ketemuan nanti. Then, selama beberapa waktu, kita ketemuan di satu bengkel tempat kenalan dy, dan dy temenin gw benerin mobilnya. As you know, benerin mobil itu butuh waktu yang relative lama, jadi yah otomatis kita kenalan dari situ dan kita ngobrol2. Gw jadi suka sama nih cewe apalagi setelah beberapa kali ketemuan. Akhirnya kita ketemuan di luar bengkel dan kita jadian. Gw sayang banget sama nih cewe. Gw kenalan sama orang tuanya, dan juga sebaliknya. One day, kita berantem. Biasa aja kan, berantem orang pacaran. Tapi herannya, ini luar biasa. Ini menyangkut harga diri gw sebagai seorang cowo. Gw pertahanin harga diri gw, kita putus. Dy minta balik, gw tetep nggak maw karena lagi2, harga diri gw. padahal, gw masih sayang banget sama dy. Bener2 sayang dy. Selama beberapa lama, tanpa dy ketahui, gw marker mobil gw di depan rumah dy, ngliad in dy keluar masuk rumah gitu aja. Hampir setiap hari, padahal gw nggak ngobrol2 sama dy, tapi gw merasa lega aja ngliad dy keluar masuk. Pernah terlintas untuk masuk ke rumah dy, tapi gw takut. Takut nyakitin dy lagi, takut ditolak. Maka itu, gw tetep ada di luar rumahnya, dan ngliad dy keluar masuk. Pada satu saad, gw sibuk banget. Gw lagi minggu2 ujian, sampe 2 mingguan gw nggak ke tempat dy lagi. Gw sibuk belajar, tapi gw nggak lupa kalau gw sayang dy. Setelah gw ujian, dan semuanya udah kelar, gw udah santai, tiba2 ada bisikan entah dari surga ato gimana, gw pengen masuk rumahnya dy. Yah nggak ada maksud apa. Cuma pengen sebagai temen aja, nyapa2. Lalu gw turun dari mobil, tiba2 keberanian gw muncul semua, gw pencet bel rumahnya. Mbak nya keluar dari rumah, dan nyapa: eh, de, ya ampun, udah lama banget nggak datang. Iya mbok, kata gw, em, cewe nya ada? Ketika gw mengatakan kalimat tersebut, tiba2 muka dari mbaknya berubah dan berkata, loh, ade nggak taw…? Nggak taw apa, mbok? Kemudian ada nyokapnya si cewe keluar rumah dan ketemu gw. dy kaget banget, tapi dy ajakin masuk dan tetep ramah seperti biasanya. Pas gw masuk, lagi2 gw tanya, cewe nya mana. Terus tiba2 nykapnya diem. Dy ngliad gw, dan nanya, kamu beneran nggak taw apa2? Yah gw kaget lah, apaan nih. Kok kek gini. Then dy blg: ‘de, 2 minggu yang lalu, dy lagi naik mobil maw pergi ke satu tempat. Kemudian ada bus ugal2an yang nabrak mobilnya.’ Gw langsung diem. Kaget lah. Tante, Cuma main2, kan? Masa sih? Saya sampe 2 mgg yang lalu masih liad dy keluar masuk rumah kok. Terus sekarang di rumah sakit mana, tante?? Tnya gw agak maksa. And then, tantenya ngeliad gw dan bilang: ‘dy nggak ada di rumah sakit, sayang.’ Loh, terus di mana, tante? ‘Minggu lalu, dy dikremasikan’ hah? maksud tante apa? ‘dy udah meninggal, sayang’ katanya sambil nangis. Wad?? Meninggal? Lw bisa ngbayangin nggak sih perasaan gw kek apa? Dunia tuh kek muter n gw seakan nggak ngerty lagi apa yang terjadi. Seorang cewe yang gw sayang meninggal, gw nggak sempet liad dy, lagi. Apa sih yang terjadi sebenernya…? Gw putusin dy, Cuma gara2 harga diri gw. sekarang gw mikir, harga diri gw nggak ada apa2nya dibandingkan kehilangan dy. Mungkin kalau gw nggak mutusin dy, seenggaknya pas dy pergi, gw ada di samping dy. Atau mungkin hari itu, dy nggak jadi pergi dan dy nggak kecelakaan. That’s why, guys, please please please, jaga seseorang yang lw bener2 sayang. Jangan hanya karena hal kecil yang laen, lw relakan dy pergi. Ull never know when is the last time u can see him/her. Ketika lw sudah sayang sama satu orang, dun ever let them go. Trust me, nothing is more precious than them. jangan sampe, satu ketika waktu lw udah bener2 kehilangan mereka, lw baru menyadari betapa bodohnya lw ketika lw membuang dy untuk hal laen, not even ur self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*itu sih gw yang ketik ulang, tapi garis besar ceritanya sama kok. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guys… I’m trying to help you. Just in case, when u read this blog and the first name revolving in ur head, his/her face in ur mind, just hold them closely to ur heart and never to let them go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8672236599594220021?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8672236599594220021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8672236599594220021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8672236599594220021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8672236599594220021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-go.html' title='Let Go'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWYnGQJBNeI/AAAAAAAAABs/iIOAAXrjaic/s72-c/broken+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1153735088179390736</id><published>2009-01-08T11:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:48:20.165+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Envy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWWAbd1P9LI/AAAAAAAAABc/0pGWVaifn6U/s200/envy_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288774546769310898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ah, andai gw itu matanya sedikit lebih besar, mukanya sedikit lebih tirus, alisnya sedikit lebih naik, yah, sekurang-kurangnya kayak Luna Maya begitu deh." Biarpun nggak se-extreme itu, pernah dunk, guys, kalian mengeluarkan kata2 seperti itu; atau, oke, mgkn kalian nggak pernah merasa mengeluarkan kata2 seperti itu, tapi deep inside ur heart, pasti pernah, merasa suatu hal yang namanya envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, pada suatu hari, gw inget. Gw di sekolah ada pelajaran CB- character building. Guru gw itu membahas topic ini. Dy mengatakan satu hal yang bagus: rasa cemburu itu keluar saat matamu mulai melihat ke arah orang lain. So, this is the example to make it clearer: ketika misalnya, inget, jaman2 high school, ketika dibagiin hasil ulangan, test, segala macemnya. Bandingkan ini: ketika kamu mendapat nilai 50, dan kamu lihat temen sekelasmu yang paling pinter dapet nilai 45; sedangkan kamu mendapat nilai 90, dan kamu lihat semua teman sekelasmu kebanyakan mendapat 100- mana yang lebih nyesek di hati…? Gw brani jamin, kita akan lebih prefer dapet 50 itu, dibandingkan dpt 90. Well, yah not exactly like that, tapi setidaknya feelings nya lebih enak, ya nggak? That’s why, guru gw bilang kita get envy when we look at ourselves and then others. Misalnya nih, kejadiannya gw modif sedikit: lw home-schooling dan lw dpt 50 dan 90, mana sih yang bakal lebih dibanggain…? Pasti yang 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, perasaan seperti ini, wajar. Kenapa gw bilang wajar…? Everybody has it, man. U just dun know it at the time. maka itu, gw nggak akan suruh kalian jangan envy lagi. Gw yakin, itu impossible bgd kalau disuruh jgn envy lagi. Yang akan gw katakan di sini adalah: when u got envy, let it go. I mean, gw nggak akan bilang begini: kalian punya kelebihan masing2 lalala. Well, that’s really text book and everybody knows it clearly even clearer than me. Yang akan gw tawarkan adalah hal yang lebih simple. Ketika lw envy, jangan jangan jangan, melampiaskannya keluar. Jadi begini, in case lw cemburu ini sama temen lw yang ada cowo. Jangan malah lw menjelek2an cowonya temen lw, atau lw blg, pacaran mah nggak ada gunanya gt2. Ketika lw envy, dan lw expresikan keluar, ppl get hurt. Ketika temen lw cakep, and u know deep down inside, yah memang dy cakep, tapi lw envy him/her, kadang ada orang yang mengeluarkan kata2 seperti ini: ‘ah, dy tuh operasi tuh. Taw nggak dy dulunya kek apa?’ well, I mean, dy operasi nggak operasi, that’s not ur problem man… the truth is, dy cakep. Itu aja kan…? Nggak ada yang tanya, dy dulu operasi atau nggak, atau dy dulu jelek kek apa. Yang penting, sekarang dy cakep dan lw harus mengakui itu. Memang I know, mengakui kelebihan orang itu sulit. Tapi maw gimana lagi…? Maw gimanapun caranya, dy cakep kan sekarang? Gw jg bukan pro orang operasi, nggak. Cuman sometimes gw suka annoyed aja sama orang2 yang sk blg, artis korea ckp2 ya, tp operasi smua tuh. Well, gw sendiri pernah, pernah mikir seperti itu. Tapi gw pikir2 lagi, well dy memang cakep kok buat apa gw peduli dy dulu operasi ato nggak. Dy ada duit, dy maw operasi, bukan pake duit kita. Bukan hanya dalam hal kecantikan. Mengakui suatu kehebatan orang lain itu sulit. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lw bisa mengakui kelebihan orang lain, baru gw akan usulkan seperti yang di text book. Well, u have urself man. Everyone has their own magical thing inside. When u compare urself to others, u’ll just find urself stuck with a big, big wall in front of u. no one is better than others, no one is the best. I believe that, at least. Dun look at others. Look into the mirror and see whether u’re a better person than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1153735088179390736?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1153735088179390736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1153735088179390736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1153735088179390736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1153735088179390736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/jealousy.html' title='Envy'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWWAbd1P9LI/AAAAAAAAABc/0pGWVaifn6U/s72-c/envy_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-7413485189747987344</id><published>2009-01-07T23:24:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:31:33.609+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About Jill'/><title type='text'>31 Things I’ve Learned In This Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTZ4Tg_d0I/AAAAAAAAABU/sXg-ID5nM7Y/s200/rss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288591423774357314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Trust in the Lord with all ur heart. All things are really under His control and trust that He is the creator of the universe despite of what cosmic or humanism or whatever says about Him.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;2. Friends are hard to find, so treasure them; but letting them go is part of the friendship, in the right time right place.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;3. Taking bath is one of my ways to calm myself down and in finding inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;4. Trust the Lord but study hard in ur exam weeks and assessments. God will not write an essay for biodiversity if u dun even care.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;5. Live as if there’s no tomorrow. Love as if there’s no time to love again. No one knows the future, whom you will meet or never meet again forever.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;6. It’s easy to be ordinary. Everything that is easy is not worth doing. So, be extraordinary. You actually have your own values. The thing is, you dun wanna work it out, and most of the ppl don’t. Being an extraordinary feels so hard at first but feels so good at the end.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;7. Ppl just can’t live without music. Life without music is like room without lights.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;8. The higher a tree can grow, the wind blows stronger. Just make sure the roots are strong enough and it’ll keep on growing.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;9. Try, though it might be wrong. U’ll never know u are wrong if u’ll never try. U’ll just keep on guessing between a million possibilities. While if u try it out, u’ll find only two answers: right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;10. Things to do when u open ur eyes early in the morning: smile. The possibility of having a bad day will only 30%; while if u start ur day with anger, the possibility of having a bad day is 100%.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;11. Nothing such as happily ever after. It’s just in a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;12. Things dun kill ya will make ya stronger.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;13. Love is composed by many wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;14. Well, the thing is: u can’t force someone to love u and u can’t force urself to love someone even with hundreds of kindness inside that person. The chemistry just doesn’t match and u should admit it. Kindness is not a guaranty to make someone luv u. Just, feel the chemistry inside.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;15. Writing helps u to convey ur feelings. It feels so great to let ur feelings out and let ppl read about it. It might help them in whatever problems they have.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;16. Human is human, in whatever conditions. Human just got envy most of the times. All u can do is just to learn how to keep it inside and dun let it go. It’ll hurt others.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;17. Sometimes in the middle of chaos, all u have to do is just to calm urself down. The answer is actually in front of ur eyes. U just too busy to find it beside and behind you.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;18. No one knows the future so trust the one who holds the future. He is kind and He knows u best more than urself.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;19. The chapters in ur life haven’t ended yet. Just write letter by letter until God puts ‘the end’; and till that time comes, u’ll find His works are more than wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;20. Learn from babies and kids. They smile when they want to with all their heart. They cry when they are sad. They never smile when they are sad, never smile when they are angry, and never cry when they smile.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;21. There are higher clouds above.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;22. Good marks at school don’t guarantee u to have a successful life later on while good character brings you to the best of ur life.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;23. Being cool in high school is not equal to the definition of cool in the next 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;24. Forgive and forget. It doesn’t only help the ppl who did wrong to u. It rescue urself from drowning.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;25. When u say ‘I love you’, mean it. If u dun, just dun say it. It hurts ppl.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;26. Listen more. U’ll get far more than ppl who talks more.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;27. Do not boast. Life is like a wheel. It keeps on rolling n you just cant stop it even if u want to.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;28. Remember how small u are. U cant even know what’s goin on in this second beside ur life, right?  u just don know what is going on in the next 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;29. Love is hard to find. When u love and be loved, appreciate it. U just dun know when u have to let it go even if u dun want to.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;30. U can just really love a person at a time. God only gave u a heart for u to give it to someone. How can u just give it to two persons?&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;31. God counts every tear that rolls down on ur face. Believe that He cries with u when u’re crying. He knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-7413485189747987344?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/7413485189747987344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=7413485189747987344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7413485189747987344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/7413485189747987344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-ive-learned-in-life.html' title='31 Things I’ve Learned In This Life'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTZ4Tg_d0I/AAAAAAAAABU/sXg-ID5nM7Y/s72-c/rss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-4314600457559072518</id><published>2009-01-06T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:08:01.827+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><title type='text'>Apa Itu RSS Feed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 85px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTPXezxTuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/I5bI7iZLlWY/s200/rss+reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288579864753950434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RSS&lt;/span&gt; adalah sebuah file berformat XML untuk sindikasi yang telah digunakan (diantaranya dan kebanyakan) situs web berita dan weblog. Teknologi yang dibangun dengan RSS mengijinkan kita untuk berlangganan kepada situs web yang menyediakan umpan (feed) RSS, biasanya situs web yang isinya selalu diganti secara reguler. Untuk memanfaatkan teknologi ini kita membutuhkan layanan pengumpul. Pengumpul bisa dibayangkan sebagai kotak surat pribadi.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Kita kemudian dapat mendaftar ke situs yang ingin kita tahu perubahannya. Namun, berbeda dengan langganan koran atau majalah, untuk berlangganan RSS tidak diperlukan biaya, gratis. Tapi, kita biasanya hanya mendapatkan satu baris atau sebuah pengantar dari isi situs berikut alamat terkait untuk membaca isi lengkap artikelnya. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;Anda bisa subscribe via RSS Feed di Sini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Berlangganan RSS FEED melalui Email&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap Jill Bobby melakukan pembaharuan terhadap tulisan, maka anda akan mendapatkan kiriman artikel terbaru melalui Email dan semua ini gratis (tidak dipungut biaya), caranya anda cukup memasukan alamat email pada kotak text di samping kanan (subscribe here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber: &lt;a href="http://www.o-om.com/2008/03/rss-feed-adalah.html"&gt;www.o-om.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-4314600457559072518?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/4314600457559072518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=4314600457559072518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/4314600457559072518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/4314600457559072518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/apa-itu-rss-feed.html' title='Apa Itu RSS Feed?'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTPXezxTuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/I5bI7iZLlWY/s72-c/rss+reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-8405614670332583210</id><published>2009-01-04T16:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:59:44.756+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>End of High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 88px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTSkBxtTrI/AAAAAAAAABI/DdoK_-N5NoE/s200/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288583378833854130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satu tahun ke depan, tepat pada hari ini, gw sudah bukan anak SMA lagi. Well, that’s the truth whether I like it or not. Sometimes nih gini de, gw berpikir nih ya, semenjak year 11 uda selese dan officially selese tuh kamis kemaren, waktu gw duduk di kursi gw seperti biasa di kls 11.2, melamun karena males dengerin pelajaran, terlintas satu hal: gila, man. Ini hari terakir gw duduk di kelas ini, dengan orang2 yang sama, pada umur 16 tahun, sewaktu pelajaran.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Gw nggak akan denger celotehan temen2 yang sama lagi. Sampe kapan? selamanya. Ada kalanya, gw nggak ngerti arti kata SELAMANYA itu apa. Tapi gw mencoba, di tengah2 lamunan gw, untuk mengerti arti kata SELAMANYA dengan baik. Gw bayangin, gw nggak akan duduk lagi di tempat itu, untuk kapanpun juga. Bukan hanya dalam 1-2 hari, 1-2 tahun, 10-20 tahun, tapi selamanya. Nggak akan lagi datang suatu hari, di mana gw bisa duduk sama warga2 kelas 11.2, dengan usia segitu, dengan guru yang masih ngajar di depan. Hell!! It really shocks me out. Itu nyeremin banget loh guys. If u ever imagine the word of ‘forever’, u’ll find out that ur everything now is so priceless. I’m going to miss 11.2 but I’ll never ever be there again, that’s the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, gw mikir gini. Gw Cuma akan jadi high school student dalam 1 tahun saja. Nggak sampe satu tahun. Satu tahun pas hari ini, tahun depan, gw akan ongkang2 kaki lagi masa liburan dan bener2 not high school student anymore, despite the fact that im gonna take the uan. But well, ill never sit in the same classroom anymore with the same frens. Rasanya baru kemaren taw nggak, pas bokap gw ngmong gini ke gw: jill kamu baru masuk yr 10, baru msk sma. Papa kasih taw ya, sma tuh masa2 paling enak, paling cepet. Suka duka kamu bawa seneng saja. Wkt itu, I hv no idea what hes talking about. Instead, gw ngrasa stress bgd. The fact that assessments are killing me and working in groups is not easy, ngbuat gw bener2 mengharapkan setiap detik gw di sekolah cepetan lewat. Haha. But actually, setelah gw tengok lagi ke belakang, dan gw lihat ke depan, gw menyadari gini. Nggak aka nada lagi masa2 di mana gw bisa keluarin baju dan dimarain sama si jesse ato chris. Nggak akn ada lagi masa2 gw maw bolos 17an. Nggak ada lagi acara maw smsan di kelas dan takut ketawan guru. Ato nggak buat pee r dan di usir sama jesse. Ato duduk di sitting arrangement dan musti devotion tiap pagi. Nggak akan ada lagi acara teriak2 di detik terakir menjelang libur setelah banyak assessments menunggu. Di masa yang akan datang, gw hanya akan memikirkan gmn cara nuai duit. Dan masa2 menyenangkan itu tinggal 1 taun, man. Ada rasa bangga juga sih, sekolah di iics yang Cuma 2.5 tahun buat sma, tapi gw blg, jgn maw deh cepet2 sma. Sayang banget de. Di kala semua anak2 sma laennya masih seneng2, kita…? Kita malah sibuk nyari jurusan, sibuk milih pelajaran, sibuk nyari kuliah, karena kenyataannya, kita taon dpn lulus, gitu. Kita bener2 sibuk buat application dan mikirin nilai HSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya gw juga heran aja sama temen2 gw. da taw sma Cuma 2.5 tahun, malah ada yang sma nya Cuma 1 tahun. Pada pengen cepet2 lulus. Sebenernya, cepetan lulus jg ngapain sih? Maw nyari kerja? Mending dapet. Oke im not being offensive. Cuma pengen ajak buat liad dari sisi yang laen. Abis nyari kerja maw ngapain? Maw cepet2 merid? Trs punya anak? Trs? Apa sih bedanya 2.5 tahun ma 3 taun? Oke lah beda banyak, tapi itu precious bgd de mnurut gw. klu bisa, gw pengen kek anak2 laen yang di masa2 ini masih seneng2. Maw ke mana juga oke. Sedangkan kita…? Kita uda di wanti2 ini desember liburan terakir kita di hi skul buat maen2 sepuasnya. Bulan juni july uda nggak bisa maen2 lagi. Sedih banget nggak sih. Gw akan berusaha semaximal mungkin untuk menikmati detik2 terakir gw menjelang akhir dr hi skul. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8405614670332583210?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8405614670332583210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8405614670332583210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8405614670332583210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8405614670332583210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-high-school.html' title='End of High School'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTSkBxtTrI/AAAAAAAAABI/DdoK_-N5NoE/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-8993216013706157665</id><published>2009-01-01T15:48:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:50:26.443+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free Download'/><title type='text'>Download Gratis Di Sini!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTQwNycT1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/TciYEzKvtbQ/s200/folder_download.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288581389193334610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gw mau share beberapa e-book buat temen-temen yang sudah berkunjung ke blog gw. Semoga file-file yang sudah saya share di sini bisa berguna untuk kemajuan temen-temen sekalian. List ini akan terus menerus diupdate dengan materi-materi yang berguna untuk kemajuan setiap anda. Saya tidak hanya membagikan e-book mengenai pengembangan diri dan cara berbisnis di internet, namun saya juga membagikan e-book hiburan seperti Harry Potter untuk setiap anda yang gemar membacanya.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Perlu diketahui, bahwa tidak semua yang saya share di sini adalah milik saya sendiri. Ada pula yang merekomendasikan beberapa file untuk dishare di sini untuk kemajuan kita bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apabila ada di antara temen-temen yang mau share ebook miliknya di sini, bisa comment di sini untuk share linknya | Saya akan menampilkan ebook yang anda share, sehingga berguna bagi para pembaca yang berkunjung ke blog ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E-book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mtv2zzwnzrn"&gt;Special Report 1 Juta Rupiah Pertama by Welly Mulia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mywqzgmttod"&gt;Bisnis Online Susah by Welly Mulia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?z2uyjmuudyz"&gt;Digital Photography Techniques&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?jziqe5ltz2k"&gt;The Secret by Rhonda Byrne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2gjygm2dzgo"&gt;The Greatest Money-Making Secret by Joe Vitale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?y5yatmmcxjj"&gt;Adsense Secret 4 by Joel Comm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?1j5ydzlmdud"&gt;Blue Ocean Strategy by W. Chan Kim &amp;amp; Renee Mauborgne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?qhfm330ykkk"&gt;501 Website Secrets by Michael Miller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ymmmoj4jy0y"&gt;Blog Design Solution by various author&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E-book Harry Potter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?m3nw2yjidmy"&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mmlnognmwoz"&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?zmyywntyjy0"&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?iyknoignt2m"&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?m2ojinemldm"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?0qwtljyytyd"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ayiwojgmzoz"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E-book The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ynjzcom1niz"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia (7 e-book) by C.S. Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?cztzkykzndc"&gt;Effective Blog Commenting by Welly Mulia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?2jnnnovwmj0"&gt;Affiliate Marketing Smart Trick by Welly Mulia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?om4hyz5z20y"&gt;Cara Untuk Mengetahui Masalah Orang by Welly Mulia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?fnqjn3ngjio"&gt;The Greatest Secret by Tung Desem Waringin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?iyty5mz23mw"&gt;Business Revolution ala Anthony Robbins by Tung Desem Waringin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?e0zkiwxzmy4"&gt;Business Revolution ala Jack Welch by Tung Desem Waringin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?mdkhj1zmkny"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Business Revolution ala Joe Girard by Tung Desem Waringin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?vmo32mlj0tl"&gt;Memarketingkan Buku Financial Revolution by Tung Desem Waringin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="fullpost"&gt;"Terima kasih untuk teman-teman yang sudah mau membagikan file-file ini, sehingga bisa didownload pengunjung blog ini. Akupun berharap semua file-file ini bisa membantu kemajuan teman-teman sekalian..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-8993216013706157665?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/8993216013706157665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=8993216013706157665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8993216013706157665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/8993216013706157665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2009/01/gw-mau-share-beberapa-e-book-buat-temen.html' title='Download Gratis Di Sini!'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTQwNycT1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/TciYEzKvtbQ/s72-c/folder_download.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-6568423744515186971</id><published>2009-01-01T11:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:59:44.756+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Thought'/><title type='text'>Anyone of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 57px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTRyN7RKbI/AAAAAAAAABA/wIgXroHmvak/s200/relationship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288582523101718962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gw dan temen gw terlibat dalam satu argument. Jadi, gara2 kita lagi ngomongin tentang pacaran, akhirnya berujung ke satu argument: setuju nggak sih, sama liriknya di ‘Anyone of Us’ nya Gareth Gates: anyone of us, anyone u think of can fall, anyone can hurt someone they love. Well, dy nggak setuju. Tapi gw setuju sama liriknya. Nggak perlu dibahas yea kenapa dy nggak setuju, berhubung argument kita agak panjang, jadi pendapat gw aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut gw, semakin kita sayang sama orang, semakin kita pengen melindungi dy, semakin kita menyakiti dy. Heran nggak sih…? Heran. But well, that’s life, man. U just can’t pretend that u’re THAT good to protect someone u love, even if u love him/ her whole heartedly. But, sometimes, u just did a stupid thing, making stupid decisions, well, that’s human. That’s human sinful nature. We lie, we say things, we cheat, we make things up, that’s us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi let’s make things clear. Kita memang ada kalanya beda banget. Dalam hal berpikir dan segala macem, the thing is, apakah lw bener2 kuat buat pertahanin suatu hal yang lw udah taw beda, dan membuatnya jadi satu. Itulah kenapa orang pacaran ya nggak sih? Judulnya pacaran, artinya lw sayang sama satu orang, hurt him/ her and that’s life. wad makes it different is when u love someone, u hurt and being hurt, u just wanna keep things up and keep all things together bcoz all u wanna do is just to have him/her next to u. yang kek di notebook, dy ngomong satu hal yang keren bgd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When they were arguing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you just stay with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once; I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mnurut gw, jadi ketika lw sudah memutuskan lw maw pacaran sama satu orang or nikah gt, kepala sekolah gw pernah ngomong: all u have to do is just ask urself: apakah gw maw spent the rest of my life with this person…? If not, just dun get merit. Di mata gw, gw pacaran nggak akan maen2 in case gw iseng2 duank. Gw pacaran itu, bener2 karna gw pikir, I can work things out with this person. That’s why sometimes, ada orang yang baik, tapi I dun think I can work things out with this person. Well that’s weird, though that’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, we argue. But within these things, we can just know that whether this is the right person or not. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-6568423744515186971?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/6568423744515186971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=6568423744515186971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6568423744515186971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/6568423744515186971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2008/12/anyone-of-us.html' title='Anyone of Us'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWTRyN7RKbI/AAAAAAAAABA/wIgXroHmvak/s72-c/relationship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1153412860141452838.post-1460791777612303155</id><published>2009-01-01T10:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:09:01.482+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jill&apos;s Info'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWWHoEGb97I/AAAAAAAAABk/v4NfG5rvkj4/s1600-h/001_000_000_000_000_introduction.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 49px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWWHoEGb97I/AAAAAAAAABk/v4NfG5rvkj4/s200/001_000_000_000_000_introduction.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288782459781773234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So guys, this is the first post in this blog. Well, as you know, gw Jill Bobby. Di saat gw menulis the first post ini, gw masih berumur 16 tahun 7 bulan dan gw masih high school. Karena satu dan lain hal, gw sekarang *yang seharusnya masih kelas 11*, adalah kelas 12 di IICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya pas ditawarin tulis blog begini, gw sih nggak gitu pede ya. Kenapa? Karena… gw nggak pernah berpikir tulisan gw bagus. Yang gw tau tiap kali nulis blog adalah gw menulis tentang perasaan gw, pendapat gw, my point of view, yang gw kemas dengan gaya bahasa selayaknya remaja umur 16 tahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuai dengan deskripsi singkat tentang blog gw di home page, blog ini sih nggak ada topic khusus misalnya ‘keseharian Jill’ atau ‘tangisan Jill’ atau lain sebagainya. Gw nggak biasa nulis2 hal seperty diary begitu. Sebaliknya, this is a random blog. Apa yang gw ingin tulis gw tulis, sesuai dengan sifat gw yang agak nggak bisa diatur. Jadi jangan heran jika suatu saat gw bisa menulis tentang Doraemon atau P-Man di blog gw, atau bahkan tentang perang Irak dan sebagainya. But well, gw harap apapun yang gw tulis, kalian bisa enjoy. The thing is, gw akan menulis sesuai khas Jill *yang kata orang terpancar dari tulisan2 gw*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harapan gw sih, semoga semoga semoga, blog ini, apapun pembahasannya, topiknya berat ataupun ringan, bisa kalian bawa enjoy, can make ur days, bisa kalian renungkan, bisa membawa berkat. Feel free to read the blog anytime and give comments. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1153412860141452838-1460791777612303155?l=jill-bobby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/feeds/1460791777612303155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1153412860141452838&amp;postID=1460791777612303155' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1460791777612303155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1153412860141452838/posts/default/1460791777612303155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jill-bobby.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-post.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Jill Bobby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00662625572375697798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SsYTsZMhrOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fi5z3dBTzTk/S220/DSC01220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0XsWXiSp0/SWWHoEGb97I/AAAAAAAAABk/v4NfG5rvkj4/s72-c/001_000_000_000_000_introduction.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
