<?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-3279626882265622804</id><updated>2012-02-15T04:09:57.436+07:00</updated><category term='moi..moi..moi...narcis dech..'/><category term='All about my little girl'/><category term='Joke..'/><category term='event'/><category term='All about my boy..'/><category term='lessons to think about'/><category term='moi..moi..moi...'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='Family'/><category term='daily moment'/><title type='text'>Everyday is a Gift</title><subtitle type='html'>Life experince..good or bad is always something that we can learn...day by day...that made us even richer spiritually</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-3645017466731887840</id><published>2010-08-03T10:25:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T11:13:37.236+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>Hellooo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aku masih disini, itu yang paling tepat!!! buat yang kali mungkin ibu2 yang mencari diriku dan ingin tau keberadaan ku, aku masih melakukan hal yang sama being a working Mum by choice untuk saat ini dan juga "full-time-mum-wannabe" at least buat 2 bulan :-) kepengennya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah berkutat dengan kemalasan nge blog dikarenakan asiiik ketemu temen2 di facebook yang kemudian juga mati suri karna kinda bored, trus twitter-an (padahal ketemunya ya temen-temen itu-2 juga) tp kesannya lebih seru!! dan sekarang berniat blogging lagi dengan penuh semangat! Semangat? yeah semangat sih boleh tapi ngga ada ide apa yang mau di tulis..bukannya ga ada kejadian yang menarik banyak banget ! (belagu dikit boleh ya??) Sebagai blog perdana tahun ini dan untuk tetap mempertahankan ciri khas kita sebagai manusia yang penuh ke-egois-an, aku mulai dengan up date tentang seputar keluarga kecil ku ya.. hhhmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kakak G udah kelas 3 sekarang, udah mulai banyak nuntut dan bener kritis terhadap ayah dan mami, dan Kakak G sampai hari ini tetep sebagai barometer penguji kecerdasan emosi yours trully dan ayah tentunya... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anugrah sudah SD yeeeeaaayyy! makin hari makin sweet dan dalam umur 6 tahun Nugra sudah bisa bertanggung terhadap kewajibannnya misalnya : bikin PR, belajar ...makan tapi tetep lah Nugra masih 6 tahun..kalo udah ketemu game..kalo ga ada "local police" aka yours trully ini, laaa sami mawon ga inget waktu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ayah hhhhmmm...what about him? He is ayah with all his rules wink!! He is the Man in family... (kali-kali aja Ayah baca ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Assistants udah ganti yang senior pada pulang kampung..panjang dan males critanya kenapa mereka pulang kampung, assistants yang sekarang masih muda2 jadi cape lah kita ngajarin dari awal...:-( tapi sudahlah the key of happiness just being grateful katanya, jd stop buang waktu untuk ngomel singsingkan lengan baju dan kerjakan!! :-) keren ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tempat tinggal masih sama..mortgage juga belum lunas :-) doain doong cepet lunas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokeeey deh, nanti disambung lagi crita yang lebih fokus jiaaaah..fokus, sekarang mesti siap2 mau terbang ke Balikpapan-Samarinda untuk 3 hari, buat yang pengin tahun yours trully mau ngapain kesana yang jelas bukan liburan dont even think!! tetep semangat &lt;em&gt;Ladies-Mums*&lt;/em&gt;! ntar balik aku critain deeh..gimana enaknya kepiting Tarakan itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ladies - Mums karna ga yakin ada laki2 yang baca ato lebih parah ga yakin ada yang baca :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-3645017466731887840?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/3645017466731887840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=3645017466731887840&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3645017466731887840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3645017466731887840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2010/08/hellooo.html' title='Hellooo....'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-2182344918308993130</id><published>2009-12-14T14:55:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:50:19.800+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons to think about'/><title type='text'>Wisdom from my loved ones..</title><content type='html'>Saat terindah bersama keluarga adalah pada saat kita berkumpul, baik itu rekreasi atau kegiatan rutin yang setiap hari kita jalanin, yang pasti hampir setiap pagi yours trully selalu anter anak sekolah sebelum berangkat kerja, dan pulang kantor hampir pasti lagi kumpul bertiga belajar, atau sekedar bacain buku crita, hal yang rutin buat kakak, Ade dan mami ada aja yang bikin kesel, marah dan senyum, gembira macem2 deh..tapi lebih banyak gembira daripada senewen, dan sering kali kesempatan itu kita pakai buat bertukar cerita apa yang kita alami hari itu, meskipun jadi sering ngobrol daripada belajar. Banyak sekali yang kita bisa saling belajar, mami belajar sabar..hik..hik..which was very hard!! dan terus terang lebih banyak mami yang belajar sebenernya disini, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"learn to be a better mum".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Seperti misalnya percakapan2 anak2 yang genuine dan tak terduga yang pasti hasil olahan mendengar dari sekitarnya, seperti pada suatu malam :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gifta : "Mum, Nugra is not only my brother, but he is also my best friend!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi pantun dari Kakak ngga sempet dibalas oleh adik, setelah selang berapa hari, ternyata masih ada di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;memori sang adik pas acara gather-together-brushing-teeth-time, pantun itu terbalas juga ..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nugra : "kak, before you said Iam your best friend, and you are my friend too" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(double terharu deh dengernya..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan biasanya setelah itu, yours trully share sama ayah dan wajah ayah yang lagi capek pulang kantor itu langsung keliatan sumringah, senyum yang agak jarang terlihat itu langsung ear-to-ear...the fatigue feeling all gone just in a second deh pokoknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemaren mami yang suka nguping anaknya ngobrol, sebenernya buka suka nguping sih cuma suka denger aja, Kakak lagi ngobrol sama temennya yang lagi slept-over di rumah karna baru selesai test, entah apa yang lagi di critain terdengarlah kalimat-kalimat sakti, dari anak perempuan berumur 7 tahun ini ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"nobody's perfect, but the most important thing is the attitude. My mum always say that"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan perasaan tercengang, bangga dan sekaligus terharu ternyata apa yang kita ucapkan tidak pernah menjadi sia-sia, anak-anak itu mendengar, dan berbagi dengan orang lain.., lain halnya dengan sang adik dia selalu mengulang kata-kata ini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"aku tau mi, kalo adiknya harus hormat sama kakaknya dan kakaknya harus sayang sama adiknya" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata2 ini sebenarnya aku ucapkan pada saat mereka mau tidur, atau pas mereka berantem karna sesuatu hal, dan ternyata hal ini seringkali diucapkan kembali oleh mereka, dan ketika mereka yang mengucapkan ini menjadi lebih dalem artinya ketimbang aku yang ucapin, kayak alat pengingat buat &lt;em&gt;this lousy mum&lt;/em&gt; yang seringkali alpa untuk lebih berhati-hati terhadap setiap ucapan, dan berusaha mengeluarkan kata2 yang produktif, daripada kata2 akibat senewen....tarik napas, lepas. I believe Lord will guide me in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to : my Gifta and Nugra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your wisdom really made my days, mum learned lots from you. as we always, say we love each other, and be there for each other every now and then...God will help us to get through all the things ahead us! just keep the faith dear... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jakarta, 14 Dec 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im writing this notes, while im missing you guys so much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-2182344918308993130?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/2182344918308993130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=2182344918308993130&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2182344918308993130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2182344918308993130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/12/wisdom-from-my-loved-ones.html' title='Wisdom from my loved ones..'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-5331980299358878273</id><published>2009-10-07T11:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:58:39.535+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>Kembali ke fitrah..:-)</title><content type='html'>Pelajaran yang selalu di dapat setiap tahun, setiap kali lebaran pasti kita di tinggal oleh assistant handal untuk berkumpul bersama keluarga mereka, biasanya sih kita juga pergi ke luar kota jadi tidak begitu terasa karna kerjaan domestik tidak perlu kita kerjakan...hanya urusan take care anak2 aja.., dan urusan makan most of the time kita pasti bakalan "eat out" lah..ato delivery service dengan alasan blaaaaaaaaah...males aja sih sebenernya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tahun ini assistant memerlukan waktu yang lebih panjang dalam menuntaskan rasa kangen kepada keluarganya, cant blame her.. namanya juga family come first same like any of us lah kan, jadi udah deh...sampai holiday was over, beliau tetap belum dateng, system cuti shift terjadi sama suami, cukup repot tapi di nikmati..dan susah menjabarkan bagaimana cara menikmati pekerjaan yang ga habis2nya..yang jelas urusan delivery service sudah tidak bisa menjadi pilihan disamping kurang sehat..bisa merusak kesehatan dan dompet juga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya betul2 harus masak juga, beres2 rumah juga dan cuci baju...dan terus terang..owwww...Im completely failed...flat out!! dont know how to manage, akhirnya first thing first deh..yang penting anak2 beres dulu, ternyata I was nothing without my assistant..dan sangat tergantung sekali, baru merasa bahwa yours trully as mom ini bener2 tidak cukup pandai.., dan mengakui bahwa tidak semua bisa dikerjakan sendiri..as Im still working at the office well, its not a good reason either..., tapi paling tidak harus ada hal2 yang tidak harus tergantung dengan assistant..., ok ini aku ada daftar nya..yang kalo ada assistant ato tidak aku harus kerjakan sendiri...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi hari ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Menyiapkan bekal anak2 setiap pagi.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sarapan dan minuman.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kamar tidur utama dan anak2...&lt;br /&gt;4. Mandiin anak2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam hari ...&lt;br /&gt;5. Anak2 belajar..dan semua kegiatan terkait..&lt;br /&gt;6. Cuci piring after dinner..&lt;br /&gt;7. Prepare baju buat besok for the gang..termasuk ayah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu dulu kali ya...kalo masak cukup Sabtu, Minggu saja seperti biasa...doain ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;mum&lt;br /&gt;sering berguru sama ibu2 yang sudah professional...urusan bekel2 sekolah, tks ya jeung Lesca..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-5331980299358878273?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/5331980299358878273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=5331980299358878273&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5331980299358878273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5331980299358878273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/10/kembali-ke-fitrah.html' title='Kembali ke fitrah..:-)'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1717981944944389423</id><published>2009-09-30T21:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:10:58.075+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>Quicky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pengen ngobrol banyak..tapi ntar deh ya..quicky aja..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- udah hampir 2 minggu ini makan di luar either delivery ato eat in..., yang ada puyeng badan plus dompet..he..he..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- si Mbak yang harus nya berjanji kepadaku tanggal 1 kembali, oleh karena kesibukannya di kampung jadi mundur jadi tanggal 6...sabaaaaar aja.. deh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- yours truly bawa macem2 dari kampung...nih ya di simak : the best emping dari kota-gede, the best krupuk mie dari Purwokerto, the best bawang merah goreng dari Magelang, the best telor asin dari Purwokerto, the best krupuk cantir dari Purwokerto..tapi yang paling penting...on top of that...di rumah ada..the best hubby and the best and adorable children...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wis yooo...mengko tak sambung meneh, kalo ada yang mau oleh2 ku itu, aku memiliki jumlah yang lebih dari cukup untuk dishare..syaratnya gampang..dateng deh...:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mum...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1717981944944389423?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1717981944944389423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1717981944944389423&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1717981944944389423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1717981944944389423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/09/quicky.html' title='Quicky...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-7762726214738235091</id><published>2009-09-09T10:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:20:50.713+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons to think about'/><title type='text'>why actually the woman should go to work?</title><content type='html'>Having learned some experience of a dear friend of mine who tragically stop working for some reason and regret it after that, and some celebrity gossip news on TV, how tragically they got divorce and husband got the custody of children...how so? little children they live separately from their mums..thats what happen. Im not playing "preaching-game" today maybe later...tomorrow :-), I just how misserable the mum and children both live separated...or probably the hubby also, but they are adult they make the decision..so thats it simple-but-complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i've been thinking in this kind of situation is that most reason that why those women have to work so hard for the family i dont know how hard but that the least that i got the impression from, thats including also the my dear friend. She worked so hard for the family, and i can say that she was the backbone, she went out of the island for like a month for the sake of "rejeki", and she did it in regular basis...till in the certain point that she felt very tired of being family back-bone, i dont know maybe she started to think of hhmm&lt;em&gt;..."why should i be the one who&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;responsible for the whole thing..or maybe I contribute to my family more than i should or more&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;than my husband has done..or even my husband has done nothing but being my burden...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During  those time, She met other man with his all accessories that can charm any mid-age-woman.., she got trapped with those kinda-mumbo-lie-jumbo-story. I dont know exactly what happened but finally she decided to quit the job .... and tell everything to her hubby about her feeling....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;BUMP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of course Husband got hurt, the wife got un-stable emotionally...and she said now its up to her hubby to support family life...she's tired thats all... she got 2 teenager by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the story short, after a while the husband still cant got the job..she could not stay at home peacefully cause of she is worry of everything...and even more paranoid oohhh..dear, i wanna slap in her face actually but who am I? she started complaining that she got difficulty handle the children and so on..so on.....and she found herself not suitable just stay at home just be a house-wife.., now she's starting to hunt a new job....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how should i learn from this, the things is that i have a good reason why i should go to work...and Woman definetely cant afford mistake that it might happen concerning other man involved...(?) but anyway not to worrry to much I have Angels that GOD send to guard me day and night... GOD have Mercy on me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-7762726214738235091?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/7762726214738235091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=7762726214738235091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7762726214738235091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7762726214738235091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-actually-woman-should-go-to-work.html' title='why actually the woman should go to work?'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1460055103606948917</id><published>2009-09-08T09:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:47:38.096+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>First thing first....</title><content type='html'>Karna satu dan lain hal...penyakit malas bikin blog ini jadi bedebu banget deh ya..., first thing first deh ya..bersih2 debu. Update dulu deh kesibukan yours truly kali aja ada yang kepengen tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nemenin Kakak Gifta belajar math, english sama mandarin  CA (mid semester lah), persiapan&lt;br /&gt;    yang dilakukan adalah belajar sabar dan menahan emosi jiwa....&lt;br /&gt;2. Lagi heboh dan seneng ketemu2 temen jadul bukan karna FB tapi karna milist...biar berasa&lt;br /&gt;    muda..&lt;br /&gt;3. Pengen bisa bikin cookies yang enak...dan laku di makan di rumah, yg sering terjadi adalah enak menurut diri sendiri dan dihabiskan sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;4. Agak repot karna tadinya assistant 2 sekarang cuma 1..&lt;br /&gt;5. Obsesi menjadi a great mum and wife....suit-suit...&lt;br /&gt;6. Menikmati hidup..ini sebagaimana adanya dan belajar ngga komplen terus...&lt;br /&gt;7. Doain ye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin tulisan ini so dull kayak sop kurang pepper and salt..,  like i said first thing first for a start..there you go..nice to see you again mommies..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and God bless you..&lt;br /&gt;mum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1460055103606948917?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1460055103606948917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1460055103606948917&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1460055103606948917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1460055103606948917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-thing-first.html' title='First thing first....'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-6383236141102958093</id><published>2009-04-26T07:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:19:01.747+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>kacamata..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/Sfk0rMBPIKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9sh-1DxSmW4/s1600-h/gifta-kacamata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330349550535123106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/Sfk0rMBPIKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9sh-1DxSmW4/s400/gifta-kacamata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berawal dari note Lao Shi Shue, guru Mandarin Kakak Gifta mengenai performance selamat 3rd Qtr, dan setelah hasil akademik ada note &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Gifta can not see clearly to the whiteboard, She might need glasses.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu baca itu rasanya ngga percaya, masa sih kakak yang baru 7 tahun nanti bulan Juli udah harus pake kacamata. Kalo kami baru pake kacamata ketika sudah cukup besar, me pas SMA sementara Ayah pas udah kerja. Tapi setelah di pikir2 , memang Kakak kalo nonton TV suka deket2 banget...kalau kita tegur mundur tapi trus kedepan lagi terus aja begitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan gaya dokter mata, Ayah coba test mata kakak, tapi di rusuhi terus sama sang Adik yang terus ikutan jawab, misalnya ayah pegang huruf &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C A T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...langsung adiknya jawab..trus kakaknya ikut..jadi gejala ngga jelas, kita coba minta kakak Gifta minum juice wortel udah langsung di tolak mentah2.., kita mau ngga pengen anak kami berkacamata karna merasakan tidak enak kalo pakai kacamata..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setelah di jadwal, akhirnya jawaban yang pasti kakak minus 1.75...kita terhenyak malu karna kok bisa kita ngga tau sampai sudah segitu minus nya...:-( duch maaf ya kak kalo kita cuma bisa marah kalo kakak nonton TV deket2 tapi melihat sebabnya...sorry kak mami salah..., tapi kakak tetep cantik kok pake kacamata...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-6383236141102958093?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/6383236141102958093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=6383236141102958093&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6383236141102958093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6383236141102958093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/04/kacamata.html' title='kacamata..'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/Sfk0rMBPIKI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9sh-1DxSmW4/s72-c/gifta-kacamata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-8757070772595898862</id><published>2009-04-19T22:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:33:53.588+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>Simple things...</title><content type='html'>Banyak hal2 yang simple tapi selalu membuat kita bahagia, dan kehidupan ku yang selalu bikin happy adalah kalo anak2 sehat dan bahagia demikian juga si ayah harus happy juga...anak happy ..ayah bete..ya runyam juga urusannya...:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple thing#1&lt;br /&gt;di hari libur pagi2, keliling2 karna rumah lagi di fogging pagi2 kita udah pergi karna pasti nanti asep dan kecoa pada dimana2, jadi kita limpahkan wewenang beres2 rumah ke 2 assitant  kita yang baik2 hati itu.., dan biasa kita balik ke rumah setelah di kode..bahwa rumah udah beres..he..he..he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ ayah             : kita kemana nih...olah raga aja yuk jalur hijau..&lt;br /&gt;- Kakak           : ngga mau ah...(lagii hobby banget nolak..)&lt;br /&gt;+ mami           : kita cari taneman aja..liat2 taneman di rumah bude Lenny..&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sambil ngarep di kasih lagi..karna kemaren habis dikasih sirih merah sama  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                            aglonema jenis lipstik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kakak          : ngga mau ah..aku ngga takut ama taneman..karna ada cacingnya..&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (padahal memang segala yang di propose juga judulnya ngga mau...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Ade Nugra : ah kakak kayak baby aja..ama cacing takut..&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (dengan gayanya yang cool...sambil tetep kosentrasi dengan NDS-nya..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak speechless...dengan gaya cool sang adik..sementara kita berdua (ayah n me..) senyum2 dengernya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple thing#2&lt;br /&gt;Masih dalam lokasi keliling2..kita ngobrol ngalor ngidul..cuma one thing kalo sama ayah ngga bisa crita gosip ujung2nya bisa kita di omelin..jadi mesti jauh2 dech tuh crita gosip..hueheee...sementara yours trully paling seneng gosip sehat..(ada ngga sih gosip sehat..???), dan karna kemaren baru ketemu temen lama..crita anaknya baru lulus SMP langsung masuk boarding school di KL, dan aku baca di blog..baru lulus SD juga langsung masuk boarding school..so then ikut2an crita..brought up this subject dong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ mami       : eh Ayah kemaren Sukma crita anaknya masuk boarding school lho di KL..&lt;br /&gt;- Ayah         : oooh... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ngga lebih ngga kurang dech tuh...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ mami       : apa siap ya..anak2 itu masih kecil2 di boarding school..&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(masih tetep pengen crita urusan ini...meskipun cuma dpt jawaban pendek..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Kakak       : apa itu mam boarding school..&lt;br /&gt;- mami        : boarding school itu ya...blaaa..blaaaa...blaaa...&lt;br /&gt;+ Kakak      : ooooh itu mungkin karna ibu nya udah bosen ama anaknya...&lt;br /&gt;- Ayah         : ha...ha..bener tuh kak..&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (deile segitunya..setuju ayah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya pagi itu kita ke pasar Cikini beli cendol di bungkus.....dan dilanjutkan breakfast Bakso Malang Cak Saman Kota (salah bukan sih?)....dan dessert ice cream..di cheese cake factory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is very simple..indeed, but i have a very good reason of being happy ...coz Im living by HIS Grace and always surrounded by my loved ones...and having you guys as true friends..Enjoy your happy days, God bless you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;mami nuke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am the diciples that Jesus loves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-8757070772595898862?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/8757070772595898862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=8757070772595898862&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/8757070772595898862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/8757070772595898862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-things.html' title='Simple things...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1984925712281087546</id><published>2009-03-26T21:52:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:36:57.153+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday our dearest Nugra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/ScuXxc-P6yI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fK6skxJ1v-w/s1600-h/anugrah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/ScuXxc-P6yI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fK6skxJ1v-w/s400/anugrah2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317510660887669538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;f i have to name one person with beautiful personality ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would say you ...my love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;f somebody ask whether i could imagine what kind of Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ou would be one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would say ..Yes I could..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;Man..that God would be so proud of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;appy Birthday my love You really complete us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;e love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; much and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; proud of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y hope, pray and good faith always be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ou will be the Head not the tail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ou are blessed in everything that you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nd in everything step that you make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1984925712281087546?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1984925712281087546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1984925712281087546&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1984925712281087546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1984925712281087546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-5th-birthday-our-dearest-nugra.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday our dearest Nugra...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/ScuXxc-P6yI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fK6skxJ1v-w/s72-c/anugrah2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-2713157181163528861</id><published>2009-03-21T21:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:53:00.202+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons to think about'/><title type='text'>Pohon Jambu ku..berkat ku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/ScT5Q16StHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BCBfy0B2WxA/s1600-h/jambu+di+depan+rumah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/ScT5Q16StHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BCBfy0B2WxA/s400/jambu+di+depan+rumah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315647527948825714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;ungkin karo buat orang lain pohon jambu ini biasa ..aja just like any other pohon jambu, ini juga yang ada dalam pikiran kami (mewakili ayah juga nih crita nya..boleh ya yah..:-).  Tapi menjadi sangat istimewa di dalam hidup kami setelah...kami tau bahan pohon jambu ini juga bisa menggambarkan salah satu berkat yang tercurah dalam hidup kami ...(be ready for a pretty serious..story ..:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;etelah 4 tahun jadi kontraktor..di daerah tebet.., kami sangat merindukan untuk memiliki tempat tinggal kami sendiri juga di daerah yang sama..karna kami sungguh jatuh cinta dengan daerah ini...dekat darimana2 tapi persoalannya adalah..rumah2 di daerah ini cukup mahal untuk ukuran kami..dan kami tidak punya cukup uang untuk membeli rumah secara 'cash'..tapi kami percaya apa yang mustahil bagi kami tidak ada yang mustahil bagi DIA yang menjadi sandaran hidup kami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;K&lt;/span&gt;ami mulai dengan minta kepada DIA...secara spesifik bahwa "kami sungguh2 menginginkan rumah tinggal di daerah tebet dengan luas begini..dan yang begini..kalo boleh begini-begini" dan kami yakin ..tetapi setelah berjalan melihat2 rumah2 itu hati kami agak kecut..melihat harga2 yang ada.., akhirnya standard kami turun..untuk memiliki reyot seperti apapun juga asal didaerah tebet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;an ternyata ... rumah reyot itu tidak di ijin kan DIA untuk kami miliki.., padahal kami pun mau kalo memang itu yang akan di berikan buat kami.., inilah DIA yang selalu memberikan terbaik buat kami. Singkat cerita kami diberikan rumah yang kami tempati saat ini dengan mujizat yang tidak berhenti dari proses pembelian sampe menjadi milik kami sekeluarga.., karna rumah kontrakan kami sudah mau habis..maka kami harus cepat2 pindah dengan melakukan sedikit renovasi yang seadanya..yang penting bersih dan beres..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ada saat renovasi itu rumah penuh debu..pohon jambu didepan rumah kami yang pada awalnya akan di boyong oleh pemilik rumah sebelumnya (sudah dilakukan proses pencangkokan..)...menjadi sangat tidak terpelihara..semua daun menjadi rontok dan seperti mau mati..dan pada saat itu kami sangat tidak punya waktu untuk memikirkan pohon jambu itu..karna sibuk memikirkan beres2 rumah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;etelah rumah agak beres...kami mulai melihat pohon jambu itu berbunga dan berbuah sangat lebat..dan manis sekali rasanya.., sampe2 pemilik lama kaget..karna pohon jambu itu tidak pernah berbuah sebelumnya..(kayaknya dia sedih bangeeeet..), seolah2 pohon jambu itu "welcoming our family "...itu yang kami rasakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ampai saat ini sudah hampir 3 tahun, kami tidak dapat menghitung berapa kali pohon jambu itu berbuah..seperti berkat Tuhan yang selalu turun atas kami lebat atau tidak lebat itu tidak menjadi masalah..tapi dia selalu berbuah buat kami...Seperti mengingatkan bahwa hidup kami juga harus berbuah seperti pohon jambu itu ...manis dan dapat dinikmati..paling tidak bagi orang2 terdekat kami...terimakasih Tuhan buat bahasa-bahasa Mu yang indah...bagi kami ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps. sampe saat sy menulis ini jambu di foto ini masih dalam posisi tetap..ada yang mau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-2713157181163528861?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/2713157181163528861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=2713157181163528861&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2713157181163528861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2713157181163528861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/03/pohon-jambu-kuberkat-ku.html' title='Pohon Jambu ku..berkat ku...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/ScT5Q16StHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/BCBfy0B2WxA/s72-c/jambu+di+depan+rumah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-7580761976612121659</id><published>2009-03-15T17:13:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:30:11.139+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday our dearest Ayah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SbzV7s8gvzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dJVbao456aw/s1600-h/happy+coco+birthday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SbzV7s8gvzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/dJVbao456aw/s400/happy+coco+birthday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313356882044305202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;o many things..i wanted to prepare to celebrate your day..&lt;br /&gt;Party at Mulia Hotel..&lt;br /&gt;Fancy food..&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous drink..&lt;br /&gt;Invitation for lots of friends and family..&lt;br /&gt;So you..Ayah, could enjoy your birthday full of sweet memories.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ut you told me..what you need only us..&lt;br /&gt;to kiss you..to hug you..to pray for you..&lt;br /&gt;wish you a Happy Birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s you wished..we kissed you..we hugged you..&lt;br /&gt;a very best wishes and prays for our dear Ayah..&lt;br /&gt;we love you very much indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv,&lt;br /&gt;mum, Gifta n Nugra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps..tks for telling that the cake i made is good...i called it 'happy coco birthday just for you" (teteup si mami numpang narcis di segala occasions -:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-7580761976612121659?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/7580761976612121659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=7580761976612121659&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7580761976612121659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7580761976612121659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/03/s-o-many-things.html' title='Happy Birthday 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how to make YOU happy..&lt;br /&gt;i really want to..i just dont know how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to make my time only for YOU..&lt;br /&gt;but all this and that..keep me away from YOU..&lt;br /&gt;i miss YOU so much..soooooooo much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know YOU are same yesterday, today and tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;i am the one who changed..&lt;br /&gt;please grab me..drag me..put me in YOUR ARMS..&lt;br /&gt;and teach me how to serve YOU and make YOU happy..&lt;br /&gt;i love YOU..really do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-3277475073089232229?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/3277475073089232229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=3277475073089232229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3277475073089232229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3277475073089232229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/03/would-you-teach-me-how-to-love-you.html' title='Would you teach me how to love YOU..?'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-8941245862708829926</id><published>2009-01-06T11:09:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:32:26.481+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>from our kitchen with love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SWLdd-hBezI/AAAAAAAAAX0/knv6sbQGalI/s1600-h/from+our+kitchen+with+love-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288032419553835826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SWLdd-hBezI/AAAAAAAAAX0/knv6sbQGalI/s400/from+our+kitchen+with+love-02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SWLdJ-3FqVI/AAAAAAAAAXk/c7jpqlARaPQ/s1600-h/from+our+kitchen+with+love-01.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my very first black forest..kali ini yang jadi korban yang harus mengkonsumsi adalah nenek sebelah yang cucu2nya lagi pada kumpul..he..he..begitu jadi langsung dikirim..ngga tau rasanya kayak apa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SWLdKO7KxcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hhepGL8bx5I/s1600-h/from+our+kitchen+with+love-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288032080361080258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SWLdKO7KxcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hhepGL8bx5I/s400/from+our+kitchen+with+love-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        karna kata Gifta sagu keju-nya jempol dibalik jadi ngga berani ngirim..., &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;               this love wrapped for   Gift&amp;amp;Nugra's teachers..."from our kitchen with love..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dalam rangka menyalurkan keinginan yang meng-gebu2 untuk bisa bake-mengbake.., akhirnyaseluruh rumah harus ikutan repot...dan orang2 terdekat harus terpaksa jadi tukang cicip yang ngga pernah berani bilang ngga enak..huaaahaaa... seperti misalnya waktu bikin coklat muffin si pencicip adalah tukang sampah yang lewat depan rumah setiap hari..disuguhi air putih + coklat muffin pada saat ngambil sampah di rumah..he..he..katanya enak...(mana lah berani bilang ngga enak...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crita hari Sabtu jalan kaki pagi sama ayah, pulang mampir ke pasar tebet barat yang ternyata cukup lengkap sebagai TBK meskipun ngga selengkap T*T*n lah..tentunya.., tapi untuk bikin black forest aja..sih lumayan lah...ada..akhirnya uang di dompet ayah harus melayang untuk ambisi ku membuat kue..karna diriku ini memang sengaja ngga bawa dompet..he..he..he..(thank you ya..yah..) cukup ribet dan keringetan ternyata bikin black forest...tapi hasil nya huahaaa....silahkan disimak..ngga berani comment dech..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Project berikutnya bikin kue kering....semua orang aku telpon termasuk ibu lesca, semua tak tanya tips-nya sampe akhirnya aku puyeng sendiri karna semua orang punya cara dan pengalaman sendiri..halaaaaaaaaaaahh...bikin bingung..ayooooooo mang...hajar aja... namanya juga belajar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hasilnya..menurut putriku yang baik dan suka berterus terang..."kastengel nya enak mam.., nastarnya juga enak..., sagu keju...hhmm...dia tunjukin jempol kebawah"...ha..ha..ngga papa namanya juga belajar..tapi tak makan enak juga...ah Gifta aja kali seleranya ketinggian..(menghibur diri...nich si mami)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mari kita simak orang norak lagi narcis....(norak berani narcis lagi!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-8941245862708829926?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/8941245862708829926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=8941245862708829926&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/8941245862708829926'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-6721146421704779491</id><published>2009-01-05T11:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:55:16.660+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>tahun 2009...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SWGR0rAIk-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/HF_PBIF6IQw/s1600-h/house+of+country+side+in+Maizuru.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287667771592184802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SWGR0rAIk-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/HF_PBIF6IQw/s400/house+of+country+side+in+Maizuru.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SWGRZdtkUkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/YxDSoz8ZGxQ/s1600-h/view+of+Jomo+Kogen...getting+really+chilled...JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tahun 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lebih mendengar suara Tuhan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daripada suara sendiri..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lebih belajar apa yang menjadi maunya Tuhan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daripada mauku sendiri..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukan jadi orang yang hebat ato pinter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi lebih jadi orang yang nurut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukan jadi istri yang hebat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi jadi istri yang tunduk dan cakap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bukan jadi ibu yang berwibawa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tapi yang bijaksana dan penuh kasih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nurut apa yang menjadi kehendak TUHAN..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bagiku..dan keluarga ku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-6721146421704779491?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/6721146421704779491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=6721146421704779491&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6721146421704779491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6721146421704779491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2009/01/tahun-2009.html' title='tahun 2009...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SWGR0rAIk-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/HF_PBIF6IQw/s72-c/house+of+country+side+in+Maizuru.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-9146864381296184897</id><published>2008-12-22T12:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:45:37.655+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SU8pU7zMl1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SvyQoYm8S4A/s1600-h/guys..you+must+be+so+proud+of+your+country.....JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282486327555430226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SU8pU7zMl1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SvyQoYm8S4A/s400/guys..you+must+be+so+proud+of+your+country.....JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i came to YOU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt even know why im here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what drag me here ..why im gone this far..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel so low very low before YOU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what the worse and even more ashamed that make me feel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU still love me no matter what..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i giving up my hope in YOU..??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO, NEVER..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even in the lowest point of my life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what i have is only..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Hope and Faith in YOU..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for loving me..abundantly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-9146864381296184897?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/9146864381296184897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=9146864381296184897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/9146864381296184897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/9146864381296184897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-came-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SU8pU7zMl1I/AAAAAAAAAXM/SvyQoYm8S4A/s72-c/guys..you+must+be+so+proud+of+your+country.....JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4256770957707847903</id><published>2008-12-14T20:01:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:13:12.571+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>Keinginan nge-BAKE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SUW8uPwgY8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ueh5ibx0J9Y/s1600-h/padet-berisi-heart-marmer-cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279833640851760066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SUW8uPwgY8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ueh5ibx0J9Y/s400/padet-berisi-heart-marmer-cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;si-padat-berisi-(insteadofbantet)-heart-marmer-cake(?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SUW8tyjo2uI/AAAAAAAAAW8/X8-MJHWZcrY/s1600-h/apa-boleh-buat-wafel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279833633013160674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SUW8tyjo2uI/AAAAAAAAAW8/X8-MJHWZcrY/s400/apa-boleh-buat-wafel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; apa-boleh-buat-wafel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Week-end ini sibuk banget dech ama..ada perpisahan Novie yang pindah ke Jerman ikut suami, Farewell di-adain apartment mereka di F**r Se*s*n (ini mestinya ada crita tersendiri...karna ada hubungan sama mouse-trap-story), ....trus kawinan sodara ayah..(sodara ai juga ya..) di kebun Jeruk Sabtu Pagi, trus siangnya...'copy darat'..sama ibu-ibu muda blogger di rumah &lt;a href="http://omahku.blogspot.com/"&gt;jeng Arie &lt;/a&gt;(ai..doang yang tuwir...he..he...) dalam rangka menyambut kedatangan &lt;a href="http://jakartaparis.blogspot.com/"&gt;tante isya &lt;/a&gt;liburan ke Indo....thank you ya udah di undang...dengan sok tau nya yours trully ini nge-gaya ama ayah.."&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yah..hari sabtu ini dari kondangan aku langsung ke Arie ya..mau ketemuan ama ibu2 dari blog nih..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ketauan ya noraknya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cerita mengenai anak dan masakan masih menjadi topik yang paling ter-mutakhir.., saking asyiknya kita ngga tau kemana dua laki2 bule itu pergi kemana ..&lt;em&gt;minjem istilah Bianca nyebut&lt;/em&gt; monsieur "the host" Nicholas papa-tole dan monsieur "the guest of honor" Regis papa-celia ...yang ternyata pergi ngupi-2..mungkin pusing..liat ibu2 pada ngobrol ngga abis-2...he..he. n'est ce pas Monsieurs? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lanjut crita dari ngobrol bener2 kesempatan buat ai..berguru, terutama urusan bikin makanan..banyak yang harus dipelajari dan di follow-up ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menagih resep butter cream buat decoration..dari Ewoy yang katanya mirip ice-cream tapi padet...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minta di ajarin martabak manis ama &lt;a href="http://bluberi.net/"&gt;bu boma aka jeng lesca&lt;/a&gt;..tapi mesti beli cetakan dulu..kali ye..tanpa cetakan resep tak bergune..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sementara itu latihan dulu..bikin2 bolu..dasar, dengan sasaran utama bikin cup-cake or/and muffin, dan jangka menengah bikin kue dekorasi selambat-lambatnya bulan Maret tahun depan..(ck...ck..ck..heubat..!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saking semangat nya mau nge-bake! langsung cari resep yang paling simple "cake marmer" yang konon kabarnya gampang banget.., begitu baca..eiya gampang banget nich kayaknya..(&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;read=sok tau&lt;/em&gt;!!)&lt;/span&gt; cuma gini doang..kocok telor gulal sampe ngembang...terus masukan tepung..bla..bla..bla..ah..bisa dech ah!!! gini doang&lt;em&gt;..if Lisa can do it..so can I&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;makin menjadi sok taunya...he..he..he..) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cerita di mulai nich..menyiapkan tepung-telor-and-the-gang, for your info karna yours trully ini &lt;em&gt;completely amateur&lt;/em&gt;..jadi mixer juga seadanya..tapi kebetulan semua ada..jadi mulai dech nimbang..tepung, gula..dan akhirnya mulai mixing..pas mixing duch..pegel juga ya....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh sebelum itu ya..pas baca "emulsifier.." aku liat di koleksi ku ada 'pengembang kue TBM dan Ovalet.." hhhmmm...jadi yang mana ya..?? akhirnya aku sms &lt;em&gt;my-dear-fren-called-sang maestro&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;jeng emulsifier itu TBM ato Ovalet..?&lt;/span&gt;"....&lt;/em&gt;lama ngga di jawab..ah sibuk kali nih si cantik lagi ngajar.., trus kata assistant handal memberikan masukan..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"kalo kemaren sih...pake baking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;soda ama cream of tar-tar bu.."&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;oh gitu ya..mbak, ya udah masukin dech..sama aja..kalii ya..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; akhirnya jadi lah di masukan ke dalam situ sesuai dengan saran mbak-ku...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh ada jawaban dari sang maestro he..he&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.."TBM dan Ovalet..sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;".."y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;..ri..gue masukin baking soda ama cream of tar-tar..sama ngga?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laen..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ya udah dech pasrah...bantet..dech..hi..hik...ini penampakan si &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;padat-berisi-(insteadofbantet)-heart-marmer-cake (?)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not easy to give up..begitu kata pepatah..akhirnya mencoba satu resep lagi dengan cara yang laen..tapi telornya dingin..eh kesalahan fatal terjadi..telor-gula-mentega..langsung di mix...di tengah2 mix ai udah curiga nih..wah lebih parah dech dari yang pertama huaahaa.....langsung ganti haluan dech ga jadi bikin cake..."&lt;em&gt;udah dech mbak .."&lt;/em&gt; kita buat stock adonan pancake aja...bayangin coba..jam 12 siang bikin pancake kan ketauan..."katro.." ..im opened from judgement dech..pokoknya... silahkan di simak hasil dari &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"apa-boleh-buat-wafel"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pokoke nih..Sabtu depan..aku bakal coba lagi..sampe beres...., learn from the mistake!! He...he..lama2 nich majikan di usir dari dapur sendiri..kalo bikin kerusakan terus di dapur..he..he.. "say a prayer for me please...."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4256770957707847903?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4256770957707847903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4256770957707847903&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4256770957707847903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4256770957707847903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/12/keinginan-nge-bake.html' title='Keinginan nge-BAKE...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SUW8uPwgY8I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ueh5ibx0J9Y/s72-c/padet-berisi-heart-marmer-cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1262507237391939834</id><published>2008-12-09T12:33:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:08:28.156+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><title type='text'>Cerita long week-end..</title><content type='html'>Libur panjang ..3 hari, karna kakak masih test semester jadi rencana mesti temenin kakak review belajar buat SA minggu ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabtu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rencana mau breakfast di Mulia sama anak2 dan tante efa..tapi kenapa ngga jadi ya? aduh sorry tante efa..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rencana belajar..baru sebentar buka buku, ke-inget mesti belanja buat bikin ketupat dan lain2..ya udah yuuuuuuk...ke hypermart, sebelum itu ngajak2 anak2 makan dulu dech di Xiao Long Bao di Grand Indo.., habis itu grocerries dan cari cetakan wafel karna si kakak mau bikin sarapan buat minggu pagi..eh pas mau balik liat sate padang..(lupa udah makan xiao long bao!!) beli 2 bungkus..dasar!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nyampe rumah capek lah..toh masih ada minggu dan senin buat belajar...nonton TV dan tidur..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minggu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pagi, rileks trus mami ke gereja, pulang mampir..ke glodok..jauh banget ya, nyampe rumah udah sore banget, kakak udah cape nungguin mami ngambek ngga mau belajar..ya sudah tidur!! "i dont like test.." kata kakak "me neither.." kata mami...:-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waduh harus belajar nih.., tapi kakak mau belajar naik sepeda roda 2, ya sudah sepeda dulu..toh nanti si Lao shi dateng, ama Lao shi aja kali belajarnya.. mami juga pengen santai2 sebentar. Lao shi dateng..kakak belajar mami nonton gosip ..adek-ayah main game..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eh Lisa-Regis-Celia mau ke rumah buat ketupat dinner, Lisa's just like my sister..no need too much covered-up the house lah..apa adanya, makanan udah tinggal dikit..coba dateng agak siang..lis..masih banyak dech..he..he.., we had a good time&lt;em&gt;..."simpel dinner-just&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;like family&lt;/em&gt;"kata Regis..ah mas Regis, bisa aja..maksudnya pas-pas an..ha.ha..tapi si &lt;em&gt;cece..&lt;/em&gt;seneng banget..he..he..ngga mau pulang ketemu Kitty, Lapin.., princess, Couchon..its good to see you guys...we still owe you a better home dinner or lunch..lets set up the time while you guys here..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akhir cerita ga belajar he..he.. like mother like daughter indeed!! Gitu dech cerita..our little family...no fancy holiday, nothing special.. and just enjoy day to day spending our time together..just do  the-very-simple-routine-things, the least that we are together..that's all matter, isnt it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1262507237391939834?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1262507237391939834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1262507237391939834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1262507237391939834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1262507237391939834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/12/cerita-long-week-end.html' title='Cerita long week-end..'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-719481895307367051</id><published>2008-11-27T15:50:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:27:18.632+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>the Complicated Mandarin Language...</title><content type='html'>Complicated ..at least to me, i found it difficult to catch with this subject..whenever i am able to comprehend the lesson then i could not pronounce the word corectly, once i asked teacher in Gifta's school.., what if this subject is too difficult for my kid &lt;em&gt;(3 times a week with once test&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;every week...writing chinesse character!!!)&lt;/em&gt; and these are for 6 years old kid..i've been thinking am i wrong take this class or even the school? but thats the only school in the option right now...we have background why we chose this school. back to my question to senior teacher (she also one of the owner), she got a very wise answer&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;..."Mandarin is difficult for everybody..not only for your kid..as long as she doesnt have any problem with English..just give it a try, but for those kid who has difficulty in English..i suggest just drop, and shift to Bahasa Indonesia.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why i chose Mandarin (they have Mandarin and Bahasa Indonesia Class...with the same category) because i thought i have paid expensive enough for the school fee so then i have to get more and at the same time, it happened to be my girl's choice..coz she loves mandarin.., but it turned out the mummy has to be more active..so as my girl so then i studied..using the same book. till sometime i have to check the homework after they slept..slightly read the book..and go over..that's worse..Man...really lost in translation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stories about this subject, i really need help so then my girl could follow not only for getting the points itself but to even deepter, so then one day she could talk Mandarin and also write..(wuiiiiiiiih..Mum's ambition all right dech!! ) i dont really much care about score/marks, i just want my girl enjoy learning the subject and good result in the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make the story short..i got the young talented Lao shi (=teacher) to have Mandarin session at home "one hour every Monday". The first day, i worked half day the purpose of meeting this lao shi at home and have some points of view ..how this is going..the method she used and everything.. so far just great..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got good feed back at first , she said that my girl easy to comprehend but need practice to pronounce the word..she compared..bla..bla.., the next week my girl got 100 score for test..good girl, but along the week that i have to leave her for business trip..she got low score for that week test.., it seems this Lao shi pretty disappointed about the result..while to me yeaw..a bit upset but its ok i didnt make a big deal of it.., its not end of the world..still plenty of time. Last Monday, our mbak said that Lao shi need to talk to me..wondering what about? then i called her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Hi Lao shi did u ask me to call you? ada apa?&lt;br /&gt;- Iya tante..itu Gifta tadi aku ajarin 2 crita tapi kayaknya satu aja belum kepegang padahal udah 1 jam lebih..&lt;br /&gt;+ Oh ya ngga papa lah.. kita coba aja...(i am the Mum who willing to take any chance for my girl)&lt;br /&gt;- Iya..trus kayaknya Gifta kurang cepet nangkep....&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(me speechless...think this young teacher lady has been crossing the line...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- maksudnya kurang cepet kalo nangkep Mandarin.. (she added ..)&lt;br /&gt;+ ngga papa lah..di coba aja.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(i was really..reallly...uncomfortable with her judgement, she just underestimated my daughter....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;+ no worries..Lao shi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that conversation i was really in deep anger...and got no nerve to tell Ayah..he would be pist off for sure..., so i've been thinking of terminate this mandarin session at home..and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont care if she is the best mandarin teacher in the world.., I AM THE MOTHER I COULD DO EVEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETTER THAN HER..EVEN I DONT KNOW MANDARIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...,&lt;/span&gt; what do you think Ladies...Mummies...? any idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;somehow mum being so emotional..if thing to do with the children, but have to be wise to see the problem from different angle..mum decided to keep the mandarin session at home. Sorry Lao-shi for me being so emotional!! if you've got the chance to read this entry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-719481895307367051?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/719481895307367051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=719481895307367051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/719481895307367051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/719481895307367051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/11/complicated-mandarin-language.html' title='the Complicated Mandarin Language...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-3713456367541940458</id><published>2008-11-26T16:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:11:17.144+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaki..the autumn fruit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SS0YMLn3n8I/AAAAAAAAARA/05Q44lRJFx8/s1600-h/kaki+fruit.a.k.a.kesemek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272897336278228930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SS0YMLn3n8I/AAAAAAAAARA/05Q44lRJFx8/s400/kaki+fruit.a.k.a.kesemek.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we had really nice lunch at very traditional tempura restaurant at Takamatsu-country side of Japan..love the food.., even the rice was really yummy..all fresh&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.."anago-ebi-taco-daicon-hamachi fishi-and vegies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and traditional..hhmm..this country is really something so neat..organize and polite.., dont tell Indonesian is very polite and kind.., they are really more polite..kind i dont know... :-) very strict to the rules i may say..now wonder they became very strong economically..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in the end of lunch..the old lady who also owns the restaurant serve and cook together with his hubby which i found romantic way to spend the oldies..ha..ha....offered us fruit.., we simply say yes..we've been told that was autumn fruit called &lt;em&gt;"kaki"...&lt;/em&gt;funny name isnt it? the first time ..when it served the fruit just &lt;em&gt;deja vu &lt;/em&gt;rembering me of kesemek fruit when i was little..which really difficult to find also these days.., but "kaki fruit" tastes a bit different with kesemek that we know..sweeter but the texture similar.., since then we almost had kaki fruit all the way .."this is kaki..fruit.." and we proudly say.."oh yeah..we also have in Indonesia...we called kesemek..." the i would heard..."oooh ok.....what mek?" what a ugly name they thought probably..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we got a chance to see the view of country side..and i saw the orange fruit all over the place with no leave just fruits all over the branches..just like "fake" ...oh thats kaki fruit, we just like a couple of kids (me and my boss)...take the pictures..the one that i took just like the wild one..like no one has them..so beautifuuuuuuull...its just in between autumn leaves change to red..there you go the fruit tree was there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after we got to Tokyo we just like haunted by kaki fruit stories..., one of big boss told the story that one Japanese..brought kaki fruit seed to indonesia..and plant there.."oh i see that kesemek was coming from..." becoz the climate pretty much different so they grow differently...hhhmm..pretty classical..dont you think? like foreign people who stayed in indonesia too long... dont get offended could be positif ...and could be either way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How come i've never heard any story of our fruits..mango, salak, durian..just any story...but Hey i took so much time talking rubbish...who cares anyway just the fruits....!! &lt;strong&gt;KESEMEK&lt;/strong&gt; anyone...???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-3713456367541940458?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/3713456367541940458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=3713456367541940458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3713456367541940458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3713456367541940458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/11/kakithe-autumn-fruit.html' title='Kaki..the autumn fruit..'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SS0YMLn3n8I/AAAAAAAAARA/05Q44lRJFx8/s72-c/kaki+fruit.a.k.a.kesemek.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4817462717906871361</id><published>2008-10-23T13:01:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:33:01.100+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons to think about'/><title type='text'>Lousy Mum all right...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;No matter how hard i tried to be a good Mum..still sad story indeed coming around in between managing my home and works..home means children and their activities ...it happened like yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gifta Mandarin Small Test Story..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;soon i knew that Gifta would have Mandarin small test, on the way back home from work i called one the mum that i believe a-very- reliable- source for any information related to school. She told me the material for test..would page 53 to 59 for the day after tomorrow, &lt;em&gt;hhmmm...so i still have&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;time then..&lt;/em&gt;i usually prepare vocabulary flash card that i made myself related to this page to help my girl to study not always..if still have time.   On the way Ayah called that the children want McD for dinner, they didnt want to eat the whole day coz they were not feeling well...so then when ayah called, they asked for McD and Ayah was delegating to me..see the SOP really works here...what-a-busy-after-office-hour-duty :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with bag of Mc D, i got home Nugra's only want chips, Gifta some of chicken and rice..hhmm...they're not fully recovered from fever...so they still lost their appetite...i feel sad, tired yes but more to sad to see my lovely ones pada lemes begitu...i decided tomorrow Gifta doesnt have to go to school, Nugra has to go for Photo session...He was going to wear the Bali traditional Custom ..He's so excited..so then ok, that would be ok ..i think. The next day Gifta insisted to go to school, as usual i dropped off before ofis   everything normal..until 10 o'clock i"m got a call from ita (one of the mums at school) that "nugra-muntah-muntah" di sekolah..."keliatannya lemes banget"...i feel like going home but i could not so i call my assistant to pick up my boy...., i called home my assistant said that he only wanted to eat apple didnt want anything else..i feel so frustrating that i couldn't be with him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the story goes..sorry if its bored you to death, i tried to leave early but traffic put me in damage..i got home 7.30...straight to business.., see how's the kids doing..specially nugra...he didnt have fever but still "lemes-lemes", and he went to bed early with his dad..while Kakak would have test..so then had to prepare..there you go.. i got my flash card already "from -shua ya till yuan quan" if you know what i mean..starting.."brush teeth" then my girl say " shua ya".."fast" then my girl said "kuai".. i could see the Gifta was tired..she said mum i am tired.., i asked to sit in my lap..to continue.., still tired  continue in bed..she got spirit you know..!! i am so proud of her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the morning, I walked with her to the class...its full already..i wanna make sure that she's all rite, she didnt make family tree home work i said its ok i would talk to her teacher... then i heard over two-mums conversation about mandarin small-test...it turned out the test was not from the page that we prepared but different..its from "the-worksheet"... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;without invitation i joined the conversation.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"R u Sure??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.., &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;what about page 55-59 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i insist alias ngotot&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.."its homework"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ..OMG...i felt really bad, i didnt how to react....just feeling guilty all over to my girl. i should have checked to other mum..but its too late...nothing i could about it&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i said sorry to my Gifta.., it was completely mum's fault ... it seems she didnt worry at all, i should learn from her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this thing would not go away..its still going around in my head, i saw my watched it was 3 oclock oh my baby girl already home by now so then i called her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;+ hi Gifta..what are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- im doing my home-work mum..its math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;+ so how's your test today? can you do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- hhhmm..kayaknya sih ngga bisa... (with-no-regret-tone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;+ its ok lah..maafin mami ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- ok mum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;most important thing ...that she is all right..!! but still I am a lousy mum all right!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4817462717906871361?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4817462717906871361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4817462717906871361&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4817462717906871361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4817462717906871361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/10/lousy-mum-all-right.html' title='Lousy Mum all right...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4953452709884309297</id><published>2008-09-24T17:33:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:40:14.780+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>Ade paksa kakak senyum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNpOHmyP6JI/AAAAAAAAAQg/x7idc949JdM/s1600-h/kk-cemberut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249594208231090322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNpOHmyP6JI/AAAAAAAAAQg/x7idc949JdM/s400/kk-cemberut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lho kakak kok cemberut sih?? ayoo senyum dong kak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nugra..ayo dong bilang kakak senyum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNpOIdAisMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0e82o8i2CnQ/s1600-h/ayokaksenyum2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249594222786556098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNpOIdAisMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0e82o8i2CnQ/s400/ayokaksenyum2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sesuai instruksi..nugra "ask" kakak to smile...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"ayooooooooo kakak Gifta senyum...ayo kak...." kata nugra membujuk setengah memaksa...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249594234771455730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNpOJJp9vvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lGPEcbDzpkI/s400/ayokaksenyum3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kakak udah senyum nich..ayoo cepet di foto" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berhasil..dech misi nugra bikin kakak senyum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; look at their smile..very look a like..dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNoaaIom32I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Xhzbr4Bv9_A/s1600-h/ayokaksenyum2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNoaa1Xt3ZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/yJRHSdLAPMw/s1600-h/kk-cemberut.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNoabY2AZUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2pfk4ncOfyw/s1600-h/ade-gaya-sendiri.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNoZQeweNFI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yMaAUMcwIwE/s1600-h/ayokaksenyum3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4953452709884309297?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4953452709884309297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4953452709884309297&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4953452709884309297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4953452709884309297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/09/ade-paksa-kakak-senyum.html' title='Ade paksa kakak senyum...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SNpOHmyP6JI/AAAAAAAAAQg/x7idc949JdM/s72-c/kk-cemberut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-8932428823550692915</id><published>2008-09-17T16:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:27:13.437+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons to think about'/><title type='text'>Kangen...</title><content type='html'>Kangen..banget dech sama kakak juga adek.., kangen ini makin membuncah..ceile membuncah kayak ombak, pada saat teringat kita ngomel2 ke mereka..terutama sama kakak pas belajar.., kenapa ya..aku kok ngga bisa lebih sabar ke anak2...??? meskipun udah di coba...sabar tapi tetep senewen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang ada kalo inget jadi merasa bersalah ngga karu2an...sedih, kangen ...pengen cepet pulang..mau minta maaf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafin mami ya kak..., mami ngga marah2 lagi dech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya mami ngaku dech mami yang salah!!! kakak kan pasti cuma niru..cetak ayah ato mami..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mami janji dech..bantuin mami ya..biar ngga marah-marah lagi, biar jadi mami yang baik dan bijaksana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;mami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-8932428823550692915?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/8932428823550692915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=8932428823550692915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/8932428823550692915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/8932428823550692915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/09/kangen.html' title='Kangen...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-8196758095514045090</id><published>2008-09-04T10:02:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:03:32.569+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>Mengapa kau meninggalkan ku...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SL9P-VzMseI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lMO4u41m1iI/s1600-h/nokia-e90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241996423704916450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SL9P-VzMseI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lMO4u41m1iI/s400/nokia-e90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sebuah perjuangan untuk memiliki mu baik mental maupun spiritual..apa iya betul engkau cukup berharga untuk di miliki..., warna merah yang begitu menarik perhatian ku. Kalo boleh terus terang.... aku tidak benar2 memerlukan ..bahasa gaul &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"ga butuh-butuh amat dech!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tapi kau tau kan waktu itu aku lagi stress jadi perlu pelampiasan...yang sehat.. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dengan segala pertimbangan akhirnya ..kukeluarkan dompet ku demi dirimu.., dengan bangga aku memilki mu...meskipun sebenarnya kurang cocok dengan penampilan ku yang jauh dari mewah..tapi tak apa habis gimana dong aku sudah kadung jatuh cinta padamu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi mengapa oh mengapa (dangdut banget ngga sich?).. engkau begitu cepat menghilang...baru aku tarok di ruang tamu kantor orang..trus langsung menghilang tanpa bekas, tanpa pengakuan satupun pernah melihat...masa kau begitu magic sih...!! tapi maafin aku dech aku yang teledor mungkin yang &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"menemukan mu"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jauh membutuhkan dirimu dari aku...apapun alasannya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku sering merindukan mu.., tapi untuk berjuang memiliki mu kembali...no thank you...!!!!!!!! O2-life punya ayah...sudah jadi pelipur lara ku....jadi dont get the wrong idea, nothing personal..its completely something to do with my wallet..thats all... bye my dear...sorry i lost you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-8196758095514045090?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/8196758095514045090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=8196758095514045090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/8196758095514045090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/8196758095514045090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/09/mengapa-kau-meninggalkan-ku.html' title='Mengapa kau meninggalkan ku...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SL9P-VzMseI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lMO4u41m1iI/s72-c/nokia-e90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-6027920798671858238</id><published>2008-08-28T16:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:15:27.823+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>my dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kita pasti punya keinginan ya.. , impian lah..lebih persisnya meskipun kadang-kadang keinginan kita berubah-ubah terus ngikutin situasi hati ato mood. yours trully ini biangnya ganti-ganti keinginan alias labil..sebentar kepengen ini sebentar pengen itu..alhasil nyontek istilah "efa" nich pesenannya ngga dateng2..kayak kita dateng ke restoran nich pesen bakmi goreng..eh ga jadi deng nasi goreng aja..eh ngga jadi soto ayam kayaknya enak nich..udah di catet apa si pelayan berubah lagi..jadi nasi rames... ( ini pasti di warteg dech bukan restoran!!)..kata si pelayan capeeeeeeeeeeeeekkk..dech..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Konon kabarnya kalo demikian keinginan kalo berubah-rubah...ya itu persis kayak cerita di warteg itu ngga terwujud-wujud, nach cerita dari itu maka si mami labil ini pengen "wannabestableperson" yang tau apa yang di kepengenin..dengan diskusi sana diskusi sini...maksud nya ngrumpi sana ngrumpi sini!! baca sana baca sini, akhirnya bikin dech apa yang pengen di capai..dengan rentang waktu berapa lama (caielllllllllleeeeeeeee....suit-suit...), dan kira apa yang mesti di lakukan...ketemulah rumus keinginan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4/4 5K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;efa you must know what i mean...we set up this for pretty some time right...?) dan sekarang gimana cara achieve-nya nich...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;katanya gini-gini..ngga boleh nyerah..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;dont-ever-give-up-dont-ever-quit-motto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..praktek dech nich critanya.., keliatannya di awal2 waduch keliatannya lancar nich .. bakal bisa nich...lho..kok tersendat-tersendat, ngga boleh nyerah..., terus ... maju...kok jadi capek banget dan keteteran nich..wah something wrong kayaknya...terlalu ngotot ampe badan pegel sana pegel sini...apa iya mesti begini nich...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kenapa susah ya..?? apa yang aku kepengen ngga ada di menu?? ah masa sih ngga ada di menu? kan masih di dunia...pasti ada lah ya..., pasti satu titik kesimpulan..yang masih belum tersimpul.., i just let it flow, but the dream's still there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;very simple dream...wanna have more time with my children, have time to take care of the house and dear hubby (hubby first? confusing :-) ... recently i felt guilty leaving my children all alone only with our assistants...specially when they are growing up now they need even more attention from me their mum...accompany them doing their home works instead of only checking ..while they were ready to go to bed... :( for some people maybe its not a big deal..but it is for me..so this is my dream for me...a strong one, a very strong or strongest one i guess among any other dream....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is it just me...or its a normal having this feeling...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-6027920798671858238?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/6027920798671858238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=6027920798671858238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6027920798671858238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6027920798671858238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-dream.html' title='my dream'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-3076435221458419063</id><published>2008-08-27T23:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:11:15.104+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>Thank you for the friendship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SLWCqzxPWLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zxb956nTShI/s1600-h/home+theater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239237413478291634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SLWCqzxPWLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zxb956nTShI/s400/home+theater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only reason that  i put this picture is just to say thank you to all my friends at previous office which i share experience so much with them both personally and professionally. It was just like yesterday that i saw you guys everyday...sharing everything as a team, having lunch...hhmm..lot of places..Mie Ayam bawah, Sate ..Bakso di Block S, Padang Uni Taraso..Warung ijo..hhhmm...never been there i always refused to come..i always have a good reason for that " mendingan makan di rumah gue..."..and last but not least Paregu....(kapan nich...?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Times goes so fast, i had to make the decision..it was really hard but its more about choices..life is about choices right? Leaving you guys was very difficult..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the place-where-everyone-knows-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;my-name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;where- i-have-unofficial-mom's-club (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;enny...yully you are always in my heart ..i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;love you and i miss the time that we shared together!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)  and at the same time i could work professionally and get paid (what's more important than  that?)..but things had been changed whether we like it or not..but anyway..there will never be a good reason to end the friendship...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iam not sure if you read this..but i'd like to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thank you for your friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thank  you for your support during difficult time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thank you for your Love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thank you for laugh and cry with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;last but not least thank you for home theatre .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;we all enjoy the farewell present....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-3076435221458419063?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/3076435221458419063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=3076435221458419063&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3076435221458419063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3076435221458419063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Thank you for the friendship...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SLWCqzxPWLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/zxb956nTShI/s72-c/home+theater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-2815589718289470047</id><published>2008-08-25T10:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:09:43.641+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>Pertanyaan yang tak dapat terjawab...</title><content type='html'>Tadi malem..pas lagi belajar sama si kakak.., ade bebas dech tuh..karna memang masih TK ya de' masa mau belajar..he..he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si kakak tanya dech sama mami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mami sayang kakak ngga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sayang dong..masa tanya gitu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sayang mana nugra apa kakak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dua-duanya mami sayang...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;kalo mami harus milih satu, mami pilih..siapa..? harus pilih satu mam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (......ooooooooooooooooohhh...GOD....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- im really in a deep silent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada yang punya pengalaman sama?? mesti jawab apa sich..yang bijaksana tapi membesarkan hati anak, to make each of them special..to be honest..aku ngga jawab...just silent mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my children&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;you know that mum loves you so much..unconditionally.. Gifta you are my first baby..first baby alwalys special..and Nugra you complete me...I love you both with all my heart and soul.., no one loves you the way i do.. (sorry ayah..i think its true..he..he..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-2815589718289470047?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/2815589718289470047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=2815589718289470047&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2815589718289470047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2815589718289470047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/08/pertanyaan-yang-tak-dapat-terjawab.html' title='Pertanyaan yang tak dapat terjawab...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-75283446661050856</id><published>2008-08-25T10:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:46:11.990+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>Mami punya assistant handal ...</title><content type='html'>Ritual habis pulang kantor..langsung check-check..buku2 dan PR anak2.., try hard to be a good Mum (wink...) biasanya check punya kakak dulu.. (duch anak SD..kok pelajaran kayak gitu ya...)...done udah selesai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gantian punya Nugra... smile.., nugra juga udah bikin tanpa bantuan mami, tinggal check aja..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;lho..kok!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was the second person who checked nugra's home work..who took over my&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;job???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hhhmmm...it must've been ayah lah.. lho kok signature-nya gini..?? (we have to put our signature on the homework paper..its compulsory from school..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was wondering....there was voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; aku udah check homework ade..udah bener semua kok mam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trus ini tanda-tangan siapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iya trus aku tanda-tangan dech langsung disitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; oh terimakasih kakak.., bantuin mami ya..good girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(terharu dech bow..!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet...she was acting mum checking her brother homework...!! aduch mami sekarang udah punya assistant handal nich...thank you..kak..!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-75283446661050856?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/75283446661050856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=75283446661050856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/75283446661050856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/75283446661050856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/08/mami-punya-assistant-handal.html' title='Mami punya assistant handal ...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-5488144218384972251</id><published>2008-08-19T10:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:57:27.116+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>conversation that made me smile...part-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Gramatical Vs Ethical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gifta story-time : evening- set place : car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifta : in english class, my fren (she mentioned girl name) say like this&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;..."the socks Mr. Danny  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;           (teacher's name) is smelly)..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; its not right..., right mum?&lt;br /&gt;me    : yes ... and its not nice and polite...&lt;br /&gt;Gifta : ya...seharusnya kan..."&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mr Danny's socks are smelly, why do you change your socks...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me    : ##%%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; (speechless...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nugrah Vs Ngalah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;TIS - evening - pick restor for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;we were in TIS for dinner as usual we let children decide the place to eat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;me          : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok .. what do you want eat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Gifta      : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want that restaurant mum...i want eat noodles...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 ( she pointed Dutch resto...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nugra    : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i want pizza hut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Gifta      : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bosen...pizza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nugra    : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku mau pizza...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;me         : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ga berantem dech..you guys decide..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Gifta      : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ya udah lah..aku ngalah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;me         : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gitu dong pinter..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nugra   :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; aku juga dech ngalah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;me        : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waduh pinter juga nugra..jadi kita makan dimana nich kalo 2-2 nya ngalah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nugra  : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pizza hut..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-5488144218384972251?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/5488144218384972251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=5488144218384972251&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5488144218384972251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5488144218384972251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/08/conversation-that-made-me-smilepart-1.html' title='conversation that made me smile...part-1'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-7175810080501433592</id><published>2008-08-15T14:02:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:38:08.262+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in fear or Living in Peace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One evening in Excelso Grand Indo, my two colleagues and me have casual business meeting, from business finally we jump also talk about family and life... children and problem.., from cap cay topic..brought the topic how often we got angry...??? i claimed that im very seldom got angry in terms of arguing or yelling... specially at home.., and my fren said thats probably you've not been in stage of facing something that you fear the most...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;those line..going around my head have i been facing the problem that i fear the most?? what i fear the most?....so recently i have been facing that things..who did i react? ... oh yeah..like any other human being..panic, sad, frustrating...you name it, didnt want see anyone...escalating the work only the purpose of forgeting the problem..but it seems like a ghost chasing me around.., the question is why i could get angry...like my fren said, his theory was wrong or me being abnormal..not able to get angry..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;everything so meaningless..., like all the worth thing has been taken away from me...which i know thats not true..i was lost, so i became living in a fear...that i would never ever dreamed about it. i came to my pray..i feel THORN..."Lord, this is me alone with my weakness and sin...i believe i have faith and love for YOU..but as i know that YOU love me even more..., please come rescue us..." but the only thing that i could hear in my faith is just&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LEAVE everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and TRUST ME.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nothing more nothing less...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;instead of living in fear..i choose living in Peace with HIM alone.., if HE allow all this thing happened i believe you have a great plan for me... like a mother of MOSES...She was a great mother...then here i am Lord with my weakness and sin..THANK YOU, its my great honor to serve you Lord. again THANK YOU..for your WISDOM and GUIDANCE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-7175810080501433592?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/7175810080501433592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=7175810080501433592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7175810080501433592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7175810080501433592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/08/living-in-fear-or-living-in-peace.html' title='Living in fear or Living in Peace...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-6982350210727977814</id><published>2008-07-29T15:21:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:16.459+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>Crita-crita bulan July...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wuich...banyak  debu nich kayaknya, karna ibu pemilik blog lagi rada kocar kacir kebanyakan acara..(gaya..yah..) pertama-tama karna sawahnya pindah, jadi mesti nyangkul dari awal.., jenis taneman sama..tapi ngerjain nya mesti rada beda..karna kulture udah pasti beda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lebih dari itu..yours trully penulis blog ini..kebanyakan mau alias kebanyakan gaya dan cita2 akhirnya lebih sering kecapekan dech..pegel sana pegel sini jadi ngga sempet.."narcis" disini dech akhirnya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapi ini tidak boleh dilewatkan..karna emang penting...hari pertama anak2 sekolah..yyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeaaachh.. Gifta udah SD..lho, dan Nugra..TK..times goes so fast..they were just babies..now my girl has been able to spell "principal...teacher...policeman...hour...mouth..d ..el..el.." hebring ya..siapa dulu dong mami nya..he..he..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ini lho photo-photonya... ....sedikit tapi...lumayan lah..buat di inget dan di tarok di blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7Z8JsadxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-rjE6VscrgU/s1600-h/DSC08797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228355844841305874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7Z8JsadxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-rjE6VscrgU/s400/DSC08797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kakak Ita..SD..waduch kak..kok kayak anak SMP sich....??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;R u sure you are 6 years o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ld my dear...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7ZL6YesSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PziyozYTNNA/s1600-h/DSC08785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228355016097444130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7ZL6YesSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PziyozYTNNA/s400/DSC08785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ini daftar student di kelas Kakak Ita...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7ZMaHSOgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/SNrVx8r7RdM/s1600-h/DSC08811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228355024615258626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7ZMaHSOgI/AAAAAAAAAOc/SNrVx8r7RdM/s400/DSC08811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ini ade Nugra yang udah Tk..semangat dong de..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Psst...ternyata Nugra cukup popular lho..!! among the girl??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7ZMyA4MdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jLd-VpQi6d8/s1600-h/DSC08813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228355031030837714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7ZMyA4MdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/jLd-VpQi6d8/s400/DSC08813.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ini rules di kelas ade Nugra...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its piece of cake..lah ya de....Nugra is the rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, tanggal 13 July Kakak ulang tahun yang ke -6,  Di Ulang tahun yang ke-6 kakak belajar..artinya sederhana.., aduch Mami aja kadang2 masih kerepotan..tapi kakak udah lebih ngerti ya...!!! Makasih ya...kak...buat sikap-sikap yang luar biasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7XKg4DKOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/l0VPe6vFQuA/s1600-h/gifta+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228352793047410914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7XKg4DKOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/l0VPe6vFQuA/s400/gifta+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Happy Birthday Kakak..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hope, pray, and love always be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are always special to me and you always will be..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my best friend.., I love you my darling....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for sometime..i have let you down..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but keep the faith..that the best thing from Above always come along..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love..is binding us..forever and ever..as mom and daughter..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and also a very good friend and her best friend... I love you sweetheart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-6982350210727977814?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/6982350210727977814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=6982350210727977814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6982350210727977814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6982350210727977814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/07/crita-crita-bulan-july.html' title='Crita-crita bulan July...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SI7Z8JsadxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/-rjE6VscrgU/s72-c/DSC08797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-308375887267746952</id><published>2008-06-12T23:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:16.798+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely card..from Gifta</title><content type='html'>i believe every Mum would feel the same as i did when i got this lovely card from Gifta on Mother Day..., maybe the whole class made this for their mum..but still..made me special..thank you Gifta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SFFNdNgVZCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/F0f4B00__7I/s1600-h/22052008234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SFFNdNgVZCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/F0f4B00__7I/s400/22052008234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211031408081200162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful isnt it? nothings compares to this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SFFNKy-jN5I/AAAAAAAAANs/wQPwpIP5b8U/s1600-h/22052008233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SFFNKy-jN5I/AAAAAAAAANs/wQPwpIP5b8U/s400/22052008233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211031091722532754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even Hallmark could not compete with this one...&lt;br /&gt;thank you sweetheart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-308375887267746952?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/308375887267746952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=308375887267746952&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/308375887267746952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/308375887267746952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/06/lovely-cardfrom-gifta.html' title='lovely card..from Gifta'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SFFNdNgVZCI/AAAAAAAAAN0/F0f4B00__7I/s72-c/22052008234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1090428264809374882</id><published>2008-06-12T14:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:16.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mami selalu check ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SFFLSAq5H0I/AAAAAAAAANk/MM-FWQ4XY9s/s1600-h/nugrah-swimmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SFFLSAq5H0I/AAAAAAAAANk/MM-FWQ4XY9s/s400/nugrah-swimmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211029016634007362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;the picture of nugra for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;its always nice receiving compliment from people specially from the one that we care and love..and we were young..we young..once of course we often got lost becoz of those compliments...(read : rayuan2 gombal..) we enjoyed them even though sometimes it completely false..but we loved it anyway... but thing changed when i met someone today i called him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayah&lt;/span&gt; who seldom gave this rayuan2 from "once-upon-the-time-period" till ....now he..he.. its just like you expect "hujan emas" eh..itu mah bukan jarang ya..ngga pernah ya...he..he..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since became Mum..i always try my best to put my feet the ground...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ceile..suit--suit&lt;/span&gt;) but turned out i've been receiving lots of the most genuine compliments ever from my loved ones...my children..like for food we prepared..or just the unbelievably understanding attitude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one touchy conversation with nugra at 11 o'clock nite when i just got home from meeting...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wuich..kesan gimana gitu ya.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jadi malu&lt;/span&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hi .. Nugra..kok belum bobo...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with-guilty-mum-feeling!!! for real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Belum..lagi tunggu mami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so sweet..but made me even felt guilt to my bones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nugra, mami mau ngomong nich.., mami minta maaf ya.., kalo akhir2 ini mami pulang terlambat terus.., tapi ini cuma sementara kok..nanti juga pulang cepet lagi.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hopefully pretty soon...keep my faith...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;iya mi, ngga papa kok...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(wisdom from 4 years old boy that you could not even imagine...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sekarang bobo sama mami yuukk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- mami ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya kenapa nugra..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mami itu selalu check ngga pernah cross....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he learned that check for the right answer and cross from the right one.. ouch!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy...Nugra my darling..when i felt that i gave him lack of time but in return he gave me the world..thank you my boy..it meant a lot to me, im so sorry if mum still has to spend so much time for outside the house.. but its only temporary i promise you....thank you for marking me as &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead of cross even though..mum deserve cross...dont you think? :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1090428264809374882?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1090428264809374882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1090428264809374882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1090428264809374882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1090428264809374882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/06/mami-selalu-check.html' title='Mami selalu check ...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SFFLSAq5H0I/AAAAAAAAANk/MM-FWQ4XY9s/s72-c/nugrah-swimmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-5710207450365254247</id><published>2008-05-11T22:11:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:10:15.171+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much...</title><content type='html'>Too much is not good, and some are so true.., but some are exception..like too much money..(ever heard thing like that..? Arrrrrrrghh..never been so far...), i've been evaluating myself what i've been doing for the last couple months specially on "too much thing"...very interesting how i found myself very unorganized-person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;too much spending on coffee-n-frens .. imperial bakery, bakerzia, excelso, starbuck, dome, coffee club which not good for health and not good for wallet ... :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;too much chatting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;too much watching Desperate Housewives in a day... which almost acting like one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;too much thinking about the idea of having ideal relationship...which so fairy-tale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;too much illusion of having a better shape..kurus maksudnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;but in the end of day.. i wake up knowing that those too much thing i've done..."&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ngga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;penting.....!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im just happy as i am... wuiiiich...i feel good...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-5710207450365254247?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/5710207450365254247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=5710207450365254247&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5710207450365254247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5710207450365254247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-much.html' title='Too Much...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4169589115350443429</id><published>2008-05-10T21:04:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:17.275+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><title type='text'>Cerita Sehari-hari...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SCW7P20NtQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3M1_R6iqFo8/s1600-h/dishware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198767225956054274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SCW7P20NtQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3M1_R6iqFo8/s320/dishware.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;-dating our life story which maybe most people think would be narcis..but hey..this is the reason why we do blogging right.., feeling right of being narcis... :-) with the reason up of dedicating the story for the loved ones.. but to be more fair and honest..its just more fulfilling my need or emotions..he..he..sorry guys..i think thats the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his entry's just going to be like any other daily life moment..., just one week-end over another. Last Friday, i met Aurell's mum...Mira, Aurell's one of Gifta's fren at school. Both Aurell and Gifta wanted to go to spend time&lt;br /&gt;together...like going to the mall...which really ok to me. Simple.. the Kids could have fun, so were the mums.., Kidz went to the playground with nannys...and after making sure everything's ok..we went for "whatever"...whatever here means really whatever..ha..ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his Saturday, our choice was Senayan City...coz we arrived lunch time then we directly went to Hoka-hoka Bento..every body (read : Aurell, Gifta n Nugra) had Shrimp, rice and Choc-Puding..hhmmm...then continued to Playmall...as the ritual..ok, the children would play about an hour there with Nannies so Mira and I had an hour also to go around..(ayah was not in picture..he's doing some training from work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hat Mums did..while children were playing..up-dating clothing situation (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well...none!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), and then go..shoes..(&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well...none!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)..and go to ATM to finished the utilities bills (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;check...done!!)..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and we end at Excelso me having latte and club sandwich complete with chips (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;guilty as charged..ouch!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) while Mira had Evian..hhmm..this gorgeous Lady really now how to behave....(&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wink!)....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;chit-chat-chit-chat...from planing swimming at Bellagio, week-end at Bandung, Bangkok..or even long-week end in Perth...have no idea at all which one is gonna be the real plan....one hour finished..we have to pick up our children... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ira said she had to leave for something.., and i tot the same ..but my girl really insisted to play for more..art deco or make something...there you go..next destination Kidz Station Gifta made some painting..Nugra played hotwheel..end up buying ones... while me..juz look around, hey i found good discount on dish-ware.., and browsing gift for Nugras fren...."beautiful swimming towel with Cinderella on it" ... check and buy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SCWtVm0NtOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/68QZW7U00ZI/s1600-h/dishware2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198751931577513186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SCWtVm0NtOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/68QZW7U00ZI/s400/dishware2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nothing much we did actually just like ordinary week-end, we stopped for some groceries on the back home just around the neighbourhood, everybody's tired in the end and have rest after except me coz i have to do check and balance... but look what i got...&lt;em&gt;Bills..and Bills&lt;/em&gt;..Oh No, we spent so much and its only 11th of the month...another strategy has to be done...Planning of taking rest was postponed after doing &lt;em&gt;"the-check-and-balance things" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HELP..somebody...HELP....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4169589115350443429?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4169589115350443429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4169589115350443429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4169589115350443429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4169589115350443429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/05/cerita-sehari-hari.html' title='Cerita Sehari-hari...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SCW7P20NtQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3M1_R6iqFo8/s72-c/dishware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1934599570238829371</id><published>2008-05-02T13:48:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:22:17.168+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons to think about'/><title type='text'>Perjuangan hidup...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ekarang&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt; musim penawaran 50% diskon untuk makan di resto-resto baik yang di mall atopun yang bukan...jadi memicu orang untuk makan...dengan harga yang murah..meskipun mahal karna memang restonya juga mahal.. Siang ini temenku mau traktir makan di Tony Romas karena ada promosi 50% untuk kartu kredit tertentu..yang ternyata orang2 pada antri..dan kalo pake kartu itu baru dapet seat buat makan 1 jam kemudian yang artinya kita harus berdiri 1jam hanya untuk makan ??????... %#***&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;**** (apa tuch artinya!!!)... buat aku pribadi ogah amat......, ternyata temenku si penraktir yg akan terbebani biaya makan siang itu..juga tidak sudi..., jadi lebih baik dia bayar full daripada harus antri...ha..ha...akhirnya berhasilah itu promosi resto mencapai tujuan..., karna masih ada quota meja buat pelanggan yg mau membayar lebih banyak :-( .... tanpa berusaha menyalahkan..thats' business, right? Perjuangan orang mau makan? thats not perjuangan pastinya ya..karna hanya memenuhi keinginan lidah dan perut bukan kebutuhan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;khirnya kita makan, dan selesai cepat2 karna harus ber-empati sama orang2 yang ngantri di luar...masak kita enak2 ngobrol sementara banyak orang nunggu seat kita di luar panas2 (cukup panas lah..di wahid hasyim secara dihalaman gitu...) dan alhasil..assisten yg suka antar jemput kita (me and children) belum masih selesai jemput anak2, akhirnya..cegat taxi, and back to office...trus apa crita judul perjuangan...? tunggu dulu dech..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pas masuk taxi &lt;em&gt;"tarif lama", &lt;/em&gt;bilang selamat siang pak..."taxi driver" jawab dengan suara lembut "selamat siang bu..." LHO! wanita rupanya, for the very first time for me..to know for real taxi driver lady... dan aku jadi penumpangnya.., tidak gender hanya merasa agak surprise dan merasa apa ya...bingung lah menggambarkannya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;aku panggil "mbak" ke ibu supir taxi ini...mulai lah..aku membuka percakapan..karna ingin tau ato usil..beti lah..beda-beda tipis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mbak, udah lama jadi supir taxi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;udah bu, lumayan 1 tahun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;emang banyak ya supir taxi perempuan &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yg bener perempuan apa wanita sich?...tau ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;banyak kok bu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;trus ngga takut? kalo2 ada orang jahat naik taxi mbak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;engga lah udah biasa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tapi kan narik kalo siang doang ya..., ngga sampe malem kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;engga bu 24 jam, karna ngejar setoran..kayak sekarang saya baru keluar siang..nanti saya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sampe jam 12 ato jam malam trus istirahat jam 6 pagi jalan lagi sampe siang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;masih dengan pikiran "how brave this woman on the street...at night...." masih nanya lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ngga takut ya mbak...malem-malem gitu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;engga bu, tadinya sich suka capek dan sampe sakit tipus, tapi sekarang 1 hari ngga kerja &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ngga betah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;habis gimana bu..cari kerjaan kan susah sekarang.., ngga dapat kerjaan..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;+ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;iya lah..mbak tapi tetep harus hati-hati ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ini bener2 lho dari hatiku yang terdalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ercakapan masih berlanjut sebenernya dia diterima jadi supir bus-way cuma SIM mesti bikin yang untuk bis, crita setoran, penghasilan dan kisah2 lain masih terus .... sampe aku turun di gedung kantor ku ..., sepanjang ngobrol itu aku masih belum bisa menerima wanita.. dengan pekerjaan yg penuh resiko itu..entah ya.., bukan aku secara sebagai wanita minta dikasihani..hanya saja... secara alami malam2 ditengah jalan..istirahat/tidur didalam taxi malam2 di jalan..rasanya gimana gitu, tapi mungkin itulah &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perjuangan hidup?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;etelah itu aku jadi malu ama diri sendiri dan TUHAN yg telah memberikan begitu banyak buat aku dan keluargaku tapi aku masih suka ngeluh.., masih merasa perlu pernyataan tentang diri sendiri dari orang lain..yang bener2 itu ngga penting.., masih kepingin beli ini itu...aduch TUHAN ampuni aku...Have mercy on me... i was so blind ... i know that im a lucky woman...turned out i know that im a verrrrrrrrrry..lucky one..., THANK YOU... THANK YOU... forgive me for mis-behaved which must be very annoying .... to YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;please Bless the taxi driver ladies wherever they are.., send your Angels to protect them from evil along the way ... and bless their Family, and give them other jobs if possible so then they could stay at home during the night, specially the ones who have children to support ... Lord, Thank you for listening to my prayer and theirs. Ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1934599570238829371?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1934599570238829371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1934599570238829371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1934599570238829371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1934599570238829371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/05/perjuangan-hidup.html' title='Perjuangan hidup...?'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-9097012435811744572</id><published>2008-04-21T14:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:17.428+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>what's so called being Positive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SA0orHU9mAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/h6Rp40jKlR4/s1600-h/macetedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SA0orHU9mAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/h6Rp40jKlR4/s400/macetedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191850666594506754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now we could easily find the self-improvement-books or courses..which lead to become positive person..whenever we read the books or joined the course or training/workshop..its like we found something new..something that we could apply to our daily life..specially things to do with our professional work life..., How to think B to reach B thing, How we should not limit our thought or ability..sort of thing like that ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything looks easily to follow, complete with guidance of steps...to get the final result. My frend told me that She got the result already by following this, thus she made the decision that She would quit the job by mid of this year and build her own thing..i was so impressed about her decision ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;another fren of mine, she made the decision to leave the job as a secretary and became an insurance agent together with her husband and she made it, i saw her name on the newspaper where her insurance company put a big Ad putting her names as MDRT (i didnt know what it means..just called it as achievement...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then the problem why i didnt have a courage to do the same ... many people said if you dont love the job then leave...is that simple? what about set of responsibility that you have...? should we have put them on consideration right? or am i too coward to face the changes?...exactly i feel like a coward now...completely... , i love my job really ... but in the certain circumstances i've been pushed not to like them at the same time ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have busy brain at this moment..but no time for regret...yes NO regret. Its time to move on, be positive and grateful ... as i heard the preacher told me last Sunday which really inspired me pure and simple ... but sometime hardly to manifest in my daily life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD give the prosperity in all areas to be our right as fruits &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the root should be built in holy life ... both in tought, mind, heart and behaviour so then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our life would be fruitfull and blessed ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was stunned listening to these words.., if so..i definetely need HELP.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-9097012435811744572?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/9097012435811744572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=9097012435811744572&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/9097012435811744572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/9097012435811744572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-so-called-being-positive.html' title='what&apos;s so called being Positive...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SA0orHU9mAI/AAAAAAAAAMk/h6Rp40jKlR4/s72-c/macetedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-7400776766412323263</id><published>2008-04-20T19:08:00.028+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:19.487+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><title type='text'>Liburan tanpa rencana..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAtDDzlHyCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RrWTazBVUwc/s1600-h/jogja-apr08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191316728139204642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAtDDzlHyCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RrWTazBVUwc/s400/jogja-apr08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Liburan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yang tidak direncanakan itu tepatnya mungkin judulnya,... crita keputusan ini di ambil karna para Asisten-2 handal di rumah pada pulang kampung..karna "mantu" dan yang satu sebagai tantenya juga harus hadir..akhirnya..."yours trully" ini harus cuti untuk melakukan tugas2 yang memang seharusnya menjadi tugas pokok sebagai ibu rumah tangga yang selama ini terabaikan...toooooooooooooolloooooooonggg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0)"&gt;Alih2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ini kerjaan setiap lebaran, eh ini terjadi in the middle of the year..not even middle dech baru kuartal pertama kali ya...ya udah si mami mesti cuti..., eh si ayah ikutan cuti..membayangkan harus melakukan semuanya sendiri aja udah pegel2...akhirnya kita memutuskan untuk ikutan pulang kampung nengok orang-tua ... acara berbhakti sekalian ngungsi dech...(manja memang ya...kita ini..) anak2 juga ikutan cuti dech...dengan membawa materi2 pelajaran selama bolos 3 hari.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"3-days-home-schooling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; la critanya...who's gonna be the teacher?.... ga perlu di jelasin kali ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak Gifta yang masih harus bertanggung-jawab atas keputusan bolos orang-tuanya dengan mengerjakan tugas2 3-days-home-schooling di kamar hotel...., dan suka protes kenapa nugra engga Mi...? karna nugra masih kecil ya...? nach itu tau jawabnya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAtCkjlHyBI/AAAAAAAAAME/JNqFYemLoAA/s1600-h/swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191316191268292626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAtCkjlHyBI/AAAAAAAAAME/JNqFYemLoAA/s400/swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jumat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; malam this business took effect ..semua asisten udah ngga ada...jadi "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;no-friday-after-work-coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" dech...bye mba nah, bye mba titi..jangan telat pulangnya ya..., dengan yakin si mami bisa meng-handle semua sendiri...whats difficult about it anyway kan?... wanti2 ke ayah...."yah..kalo pulang malem langsung makan di luar aja ya..., biar ngga usah masak lagi.." dengan cepat ayah setuju...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;"beres..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;katanya mantap..., jam 9 malam ayah pulang ...tanya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;"mi ada makanan apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;LHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;katanya mau makan di luar...ah ngga sempet...jadi....udach alhasil...terpaksa nyalain kompor...dan seadanya lah.. dadar telor, sayur seadanya yang penting. nasi hangat.. cukup..cuma urusannya yaitu cuci piriiiiiiiiiing, penggorengan dan temen2nya dech...(he..he..he..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Gifta ajak nugra main "swing it" istilah si kakak, dengan patuh penumpang setuju dengan arrangement kakak, lama the swing makin kenceng sampe-sampe penumpang teriak2 dech..., akhirnya penumpang turun, tapi ... buat kakak..tetep swing with or without dech..!! jalan terus...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabtu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pagi, rencana kita mau langsung ke Purwokerto setelah semua beres, rumah beres..anak2 beres..soonest the best...eh ternyata ngga beres..., check list panjang...coz we're gonna 8 hours driving with children..jadi mesti make sure semua tersedia..dari siapin makanan, susu, snacking....pokoknya name it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;"better safe than sorry" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alhasil ...banyak banget yg mesti di bawa..., tapi anak2 begitu sweet-sweet-potato (apa coba maksudnya..) ...so independent dan mengagumkan, big sister take care of her brother..and the other way around cukup menolong..., Nugra sempet bantuin ngepel..., Gifta jagain adeknya..dengan gaya big-sister!pushed-him-around!... telling nugra what to do...jadi Boss Gifta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hari perjalanan yang cukup melelahkan..kita singgah ke 5 kota..tapi menjadi hal2 yang menyenangkan, banyak hal yang kita lupa untuk kita omongin secara suami-istri gitu lho.., jadi keinget selama perjalanan...Jakarta-Purwokerto to see Opa for 2 nights-Jogja one night to see Eyang-Cirebon one night to see nobody... kebayang dech capeknya..tapi semua dilalui dengan baik.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAs2yjlHx1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/8SqVXgp-z5o/s1600-h/bakso-cendol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191303237646927698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAs2yjlHx1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/8SqVXgp-z5o/s400/bakso-cendol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selama perjalanan kita makan yang kita mau makan, kita minum apa yang pengen kita minum ngga peraturan...rambu2nya cuma sepanjang anak2 bisa makan akhirnya segala peraturan &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;food combining dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;air hangat plus jeruk nipis&lt;/span&gt; tinggal kenangan sepanjang cuti...sarapan pagi di hotel, siang dan malam..apa yg anak2 mau..biasanya ayam goreng kalasan ..dan kremesnya jadi menu hampir setiap siang,...... tapi bakso dan cendol..itu adalah...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"apa yg mami mau...." &lt;/span&gt;hhmm...lezat dech...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAs2cDlHx0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/To_u75BLeFE/s1600-h/brother-sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191302851099871042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAs2cDlHx0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/To_u75BLeFE/s400/brother-sister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Biarin aku yang jagain ade Mum.., waduch ok nich Gifta.., sambil cuci piring masih sempet denger these lovely sister-brother ngobrol..."Nugra..sekarang kita main ..adek-kakak ya..., aku yang jadi kakaknya ..nugra yang jadi adeknya ya..., nanti kalo aku suruh tidur harus mau ya..." mulai dech si sutradara kasih arahan pemain ....jadi senyum2 sendiri dech dengernya ada2 aja si kakak nich....aduch beruntung dech si nugra dapet peran sesuai kenyataan...jadi casting-nya gampang ya nugra...he..he..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sesuai&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;jadwal kita sampai di jakarta Rabu malam. dengan membayangkan rumah yang udah rapi dan bersih...jadi tinggal bongkar barang..tanpa harus "bebenah lagi" karna sesuai perjanjian dengan dearly asistant mba titi,&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kembali ke jakarta rabu pagi..eh..ada sms...selasa malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"ibu maaf disini hujan deres, ngga ada yg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anter ke terminal jadi pulang di tunda..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ach...kecewa..tp kata Gifta harus dibales mam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.."ya udah ngga papa gitu..&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ok..dech masa di ajarin anak sich.... malu hati tp sebel aku ketik sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;mau gimana lagi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rabu malam itu sampe dijakarta tanpa terlihat lelah Gifta dan Nugra masih tetep suasana bermain..sampai jam 12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;malam... ngga bisa tidur kata mereka.., ya iya karna tidur sepanjang jalan di mobil... sementara si ayah dan si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mami kelelahan pengen tidur..., akhirnya mereka terlelap juga....kita pun langsung terkapar.., jam 5 pagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;terbangun ada orang mengetuk di bawah..tek-tek-tek...langsung terbangun lari membuka pintu...dari lantai atas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kutengok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mbak titi ya...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ada jawaban di bawah&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;iya bu........Hooooraaaaaaaaaaaaaaay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my hero&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;coming.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good to be alone..only four of us.., but if i do have a choice its better if there're somebody around helping us..,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Guys you are really our great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; partner ... thank you for being with us..so far. Thank you..thank you.... !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-7400776766412323263?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/7400776766412323263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=7400776766412323263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7400776766412323263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7400776766412323263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/04/liburan-tanpa-rencana.html' title='Liburan tanpa rencana..'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAtDDzlHyCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RrWTazBVUwc/s72-c/jogja-apr08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-2209515198303435067</id><published>2008-04-20T00:36:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:19.688+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...'/><title type='text'>the Story about saying i love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAxZSDlHyEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Fd287MUeaUw/s1600-h/Vinca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191622637184862274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAxZSDlHyEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Fd287MUeaUw/s400/Vinca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; three magic words " i love you"... for some people its just words.. easy to say it even they didnt mean that..(for real), and for some others these words are really...really difficult to spell. Im kinda person who easily say the words i love you or i miss you..but i did mean that..and i would never fake my feeling for the sake of courtesy or just having lips service conversation or whatsoever...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"never have and never will"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;its just genuinely expressing my feeling and nothing wrong with that..., i may say that i love my husband and children different when i love my frens..but its still love, isnt it? and i'll keep saying it..to persons that i feel to say it..."i love you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is the little story about saying i love you in a little family of mine..., this is what i do before we go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;+ me : i love you Gifta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- Gifta : i love you mum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;+ me : i love you nugra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;- Nugra : i love you mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;+ me : i love you ayah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- ayah : hhhmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;+ Gifta : mum..i told you not to say i love you to ayah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt; Nugra : wrong ayah, i love you mami...gituh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my children were protesting my better-half why he didnt say love me back.., i said its ok..mum's gonna say anyway... for i know he's deeply in love with me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(wink..wink..wink..),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the story goes..and i keep doing it..and got "the-hhhmmm-answer" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; one&lt;/span&gt;-friday-night...this ritual keep rolling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; me : i love you Gifta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- Gifta : i love you mum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;+ me : i love you nugra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- Nugra : i love you mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;+ me : i love you ayah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- ayah : i love you mami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;+ Gifta : Yewwww....ayah say i love you...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- Nugra : Good my dad ...good...(with-cute-little-acting-adult- voice..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; children were surprisingly happy to hear their ayah spelling the words, what about me ..surprised...no..not at all, i told you..he's gonna say it.., he felt that..he just need to get used to it...i told you he's in love with me.... :-) with or without the words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys....!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-2209515198303435067?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/2209515198303435067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=2209515198303435067&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2209515198303435067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2209515198303435067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/04/story-about-saying-i-love-you.html' title='the Story about saying i love you...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAxZSDlHyEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Fd287MUeaUw/s72-c/Vinca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1715864661573511805</id><published>2008-04-06T20:36:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:19.878+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>Drumband Competition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAsxuDlHxyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HurrT45uu94/s1600-h/giftdrumband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191297662779377442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAsxuDlHxyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HurrT45uu94/s320/giftdrumband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:85%;" &gt;Gifta and her friends before going to Istora Senayan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:85%;" &gt;(gifta-salma-ayu-nisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;about more than a month..my girl had been busy preparing for this drum-band competition. specially for the last-two weeks, they're working out like every day... after school, during Saturday... when they were supposed to have holiday.., i was not able to watch her practice but i followed the progress..., my girl joined as flag guard.."do the dancing..." most of her gang joined the same category..., she almost gave up in the first time..&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;shock of discipline culture&lt;/span&gt;.. . she got from her trainer/teacher..ha..ha.. " &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mami..i don't want to go for drum-band practice anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt; hhhmmm...i dont want her to grow to be a quitter.&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;so then i told her i would talk to her teacher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;not to hard on her&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;she said no..no..no&lt;/span&gt;.. so then i rest my case (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;wink&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the competition was held on istora senayan last saturday..., i woke her up 5.30 in the morning for she should be at her school by 7 o'clock..and before that we have done her hair do as balerina and make-up ... to be honest..i could not do it so then i left it to the expert.... she was still completely sleepy....and not in the mood..., &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"c'mon kakak..its a big day....wake up..let me see your smile.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; my-standard-mummy-style ...and it works all the time...yes, its B day...new experience..for her and us also as parents&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;there was 12 contestant.., our children was no. 6.... so then we watched 4 others 1 was W-O...our hearts was beating....hows its gonna be..they're only 6 years old kids..., but &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;WOW...big WOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;it was really baguuuuuuuuussss... banget, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;all the mommies..gave all the support by screaming...shouting their school name.. as loud as could be..so then our children could hear..i thought it was the wildest supporter so far..in that competition... ha..ha.. while the mommies screaming and giving yell-yell.. daddies stay still...with handy-cam ha..ha.. very contradiction..it doesnt mean they didnt give the support..its just different kinda way they express things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;, we are so proud of them and hillariously happy... i felt tears in my cheek... (&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;terharus bow!! secara anak gue gitu lho....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;after everything finished..we realized that we didnt much picture of it..., but still lucky..the cool daddy a.k.a ayah got it on his handy-cam&lt;/span&gt;... that's why mom-dad should have different characters... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;we left home after they finished..coz our children looks tired.., they need some rest.., and got it from text-message...&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"they are 3rd winner and chosen to be favorite team..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;we expect to be 1st winner of course like last year...but the most important thing was that we saw that our children have already gave their best...that's all matter to us, and as parents-teachers we were really a great team in the same spirit for our children.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;way to go..children...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italiccolor:#ccccff;" &gt;we are so proud of you.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ps. i would up-load the video after got it from ayah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1715864661573511805?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1715864661573511805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1715864661573511805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1715864661573511805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1715864661573511805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/04/drumband-competition.html' title='Drumband Competition...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/SAsxuDlHxyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/HurrT45uu94/s72-c/giftdrumband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-8142680480946282893</id><published>2008-03-25T10:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:24:20.505+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow...be a Man that God proud of you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;and...a huge thing..to have you in our life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Darling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; gave us spirit of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;teach us how to be parent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;deliver us the most genuine love..we've ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you are the reason..that we have to be strong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the 4th year of your age...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; cant believe that you are so understanding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;considerate, persistent..and dicipline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you didnt have enough example from us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Darling&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are so proud of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we expect from you..but GROW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; a Man that GOD proud of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Anugrah-ku sayang..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommie loves you so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you complete me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-8142680480946282893?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/8142680480946282893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=8142680480946282893&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/8142680480946282893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/8142680480946282893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/03/growbe-man-that-god-proud-of-you.html' title='Grow...be a Man that God proud of you...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-5815117605377802092</id><published>2008-03-23T20:24:00.014+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:20.300+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Izzi's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R-ZlSpH3GnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_oOu3kfNWhE/s1600-h/Nugra+n+the+cheesecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R-ZlSpH3GnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_oOu3kfNWhE/s320/Nugra+n+the+cheesecake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180939792287210098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               Nugra enjoyed izzi's-birthday-yummy-strawberry-cheesecake...as usual Mom finished all the left-over both from Gifta and Nugra...got big portion in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R-Zi_pH3GlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ru_U_p6wE6w/s1600-h/Gank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R-Zi_pH3GlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ru_U_p6wE6w/s320/Gank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180937266846440018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The girls did have a great time ..ooops not only the girls...Nugra what are you doing...? aren't you supposed to play with the boys...? where are the boys anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R-Zga5H3GiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/s8sq8Yr4qUQ/s1600-h/giftaizzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R-Zga5H3GiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/s8sq8Yr4qUQ/s320/giftaizzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180934436462991906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Izzi-the-bithday-girl with Gifta..&lt;br /&gt;they're both sweet and adorable,&lt;br /&gt;aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Behind the scene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incoming text message from Izzi's Mom :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi Gifta and Nugra, hari Kamis ini main ke Prefere Kemang jam 3 sore yaa..Izzi ultah nii.. Ditunggu yaa. RSVP ya. thx"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hhmm.. party invitation for gifta n nugra..., Moms are familiar with names of kids at school from stories they told us ... its so funny among Mothers at school but we've never officially known each other... even names ... but we knows the kids.., whenever we (read-mothers) met we just mingled... talked about children without introducing our each other names..until we think that we should ... &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am i right Moms?... wink..wink..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw about the party,  Gifta and Nugra haven't been to Prefere Kemang before....it was public holiday....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kebetulan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;neech..sekalian ngisi liburan..&lt;/span&gt;.. Turned out it was really nice party...we stayed till the end...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Izzi!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we did have a great time..!!!&lt;/span&gt; Diana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ssst... my girl has already made a list who's going to be invited.., she wants the same birthday as Izzi's.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;repot kalo gini urusannya...;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-5815117605377802092?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/5815117605377802092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=5815117605377802092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5815117605377802092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5815117605377802092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/03/izzis-birthday.html' title='Izzi&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R-ZlSpH3GnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_oOu3kfNWhE/s72-c/Nugra+n+the+cheesecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-7452612419391422897</id><published>2008-03-17T08:02:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:20.489+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><title type='text'>Like any other day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R93I3Q5SPLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WBnZhkxmS68/s1600-h/nasi+kuning.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R93I3Q5SPLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WBnZhkxmS68/s400/nasi+kuning.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178515998299536562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Story about our last week-end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 15 March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Candle Light Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Romantic Plan on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatsoever so called special thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;the day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was spent by extending the over-due driving license...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was spent by eating favorite kangkung noodle in Kemang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;was spent by having husband-wife talks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;children..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;old days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pension plan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sounds like any other ordinary week-end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was...completely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;But&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still another day that we should be thankful for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Happy Birthday ... Ayah..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you for being a such good friend, father and husband..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....thats all we need !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-7452612419391422897?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/7452612419391422897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=7452612419391422897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7452612419391422897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7452612419391422897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-any-other-day.html' title='Like any other day...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R93I3Q5SPLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WBnZhkxmS68/s72-c/nasi+kuning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-3034521683709355646</id><published>2008-03-12T17:45:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:09:15.167+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke..'/><title type='text'>Gank of Narcis Lady...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in my age... I've been mingled with kinds of people...with different kind of characters, either from my work life or personal one, i found it very interesting... we could learn so much from that, sometime we got crashed with some people because of their character or habit, and sometime we could just easily get along with someone for same reason..., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not saying that this one is good, better or bad or worse... &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the matter is only&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;different..,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;some people could get along or make friend for the same interest, hobby,....or nothing just truly friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;recently i became an observer...of the two ladies who really get along pretty well, joined them in their conversation over coffee and cheese-cake, heavy buffet lunch ... or just casual daily conversation over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;handy Y!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it looked that they always had fun..in their conversation... the subject is not always serious..but not always light..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do you call that...?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what made me interest in writing about them for it seems that they always have topics to talk about...being supportive, not judging..they're very opened about the dark secrets of theirs...,with all the things..make more interesting the fact is that they are very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;narcis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..in the different kind of way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;narcis&lt;/span&gt;? oh...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;verrrrrrrrrrrrrrry&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.... story in a-very-casual-conversation ....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me        : hey..you guys realize that you've been very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;narcis&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lady 1 : not really ... what we are talking... i meant about us ... its fact and proven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(with - full-of -joke - tone)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Lady 2 : yes...proven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abizzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(same tone...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;they're talking about people specially mostly Man regret after ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;leaving or giving up their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;relationship with them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ck..ck..ck..ck...dasyaaat!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;really something, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it? funny thing is that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; see it negatively... that is only the way they saw everything from the bright side when everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; work out as expected ... so then i called them &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gang&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;narcis&lt;/span&gt; Lady" &lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; fine with that..of course..'&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fact and proven'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .... right Ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; interested in joining the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Gang&lt;/span&gt;?....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been told some conditions applied :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;should be woman at least 35 years old...(&lt;em&gt;least to make them not to look old...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;if married you have to be a submissive wife &lt;em&gt;(non negotiable...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;happy and proud of what you are now...(&lt;em&gt;not for past or future....-&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;- illusion)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;have spirit of truly friendship&lt;em&gt;....(not for interest or money - &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ngga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pinjem&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pinjeman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;duit&lt;/span&gt;- just asked....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;gile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;bener&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; welcome (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;laut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;aja&lt;/span&gt;....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;anything you say for the reason of being &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;narcis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;should be fact and proven...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;being &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;narcis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;allowed only within the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;gang&lt;/span&gt;...(&lt;em&gt;limited edition and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;the last but definetely not least..."sesama narsis dilarang saling mendahului.."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phew....anyone....anyone? Ladies...come out..come out wherever you are....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. ha..ha..ha.. it's joke in the middle of the day...yours truly...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-3034521683709355646?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/3034521683709355646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=3034521683709355646&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3034521683709355646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3034521683709355646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/03/gank-of-narcis-lady.html' title='Gank of Narcis Lady...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4776480103173931020</id><published>2008-03-06T22:30:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:21.260+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><title type='text'>Field Trip to Safari Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R9AcPS-lZHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ltY_f-iRUEo/s1600-h/nugrafieldtrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R9AcPS-lZHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ltY_f-iRUEo/s400/nugrafieldtrip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174667020966650994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a week delaying this post, guilty feeling to my boy ... that could not make this entry in time like he's been treated unfair by yours truly but anyway..better late than never, sorry nugra ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his sister went to planetarium, Nugra also had field trip program to Safari Garden... to see all the animals..., and its compulsory for one adult to go with him in the bus.., and i did promise my boy that i would go with him...it was really unfortunate that i was not really in good condition... low blood pressure, i couldnt even get up the day before...but my words to him attached to my bones.. i force myself to go....(very glad that could make it till the end..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having finished animals trip and the show.. the group had free time, and most of students went for game.. we did have a great time.. only my stupidity...when tempted to go for spinning boat...oh my gosh..forgot my condition.. and i almost passed out...(funny ha..ha..!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should see how nugra enjoyed the trip with frens....btw guys..he's been telling me that he got a favorite friend  -- if you know what i mean -- ok..you may take a guess...(wink..!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking this opportunity, i would like to ask parents of Medi, Sisuka, Najwa, Nikita, Lala, Amira... and names that i might miss to mention..... to put picture your children..here, hope you dont mind...thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4776480103173931020?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4776480103173931020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4776480103173931020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4776480103173931020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4776480103173931020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/03/field-trip-to-safari-garden.html' title='Field Trip to Safari Garden'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R9AcPS-lZHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ltY_f-iRUEo/s72-c/nugrafieldtrip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-6450007735692915320</id><published>2008-02-21T22:02:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:21.387+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>Field-Trip to Planetarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R72S7IDSDeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3sjpLjt2X94/s1600-h/Gifta-fieldtrip02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169449491762384354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R72S7IDSDeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3sjpLjt2X94/s400/Gifta-fieldtrip02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My girl was excited preparing everything for her today's field trip to go to planetarium at Taman Ismail Marzuki ... , she's been telling everybody that no parents need to accompany her in this field-trip just students and teachers only ....seems so independent...huh... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake-up very early in the morning... jump up from the bed... she kept saying field trip...today's field trip..gave reminder to everybody..., directly go having shower, so busy... giving instruction to mba Titi, our dearly assistant.. "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; jangan lupa senter, aku mesti bawa senter karna gelap disana....Aurell juga bawa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just smiling to see how busy she was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were ready to go... i was surprised she was carrying backpack and other small bag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Gifta... tas kecil buat apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Isi camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;+&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Camera maenan...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;- &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Ngga, ini beneran, ayah aku yang pinjemin. ayahku kan ngga pelit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ayah...oh...ayah...speechless...!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks very happy with her new adventure...going out with only friends and teachers...ready to explore.., i wait till the bus left ... &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;cant believe that my girl's going out without me&lt;/span&gt;... Have Fun darling....take care, dont forget to pray...i love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pictures got from the camera she borrowed from ayah...:-) what a girl......&lt;br /&gt;taken by her teacher tks Miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-6450007735692915320?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/6450007735692915320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=6450007735692915320&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6450007735692915320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6450007735692915320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/02/field-trip-to-planetarium.html' title='Field-Trip to Planetarium'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R72S7IDSDeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3sjpLjt2X94/s72-c/Gifta-fieldtrip02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-5663682164267468118</id><published>2008-02-20T17:06:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:21:46.324+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><title type='text'>Menangis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku &lt;/strong&gt;pikir &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;menangis&lt;/span&gt; itu kita cengeng...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku&lt;/strong&gt; pikir &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;menangis&lt;/span&gt; itu tandanya kita lemah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku&lt;/strong&gt; pikir &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;menangis&lt;/span&gt; itu tandanya kita kalah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku &lt;/strong&gt;pikir &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;menangis&lt;/span&gt; itu tandanya hal yang harus dihindari...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ternyata... aku salah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;berbahagialah kalo masih bisa menangis..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ternyata ... menangis itu susah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;karna pada saat aku perlu menangis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aku ngga bisa....&lt;/span&gt; !!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-5663682164267468118?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/5663682164267468118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=5663682164267468118&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5663682164267468118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5663682164267468118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/02/menangis.html' title='Menangis...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-3615812182112688282</id><published>2008-02-19T09:05:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T09:50:07.182+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons to think about'/><title type='text'>Reminder to myself.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this morning, i went to the office with no motivation which i know if keep on going this mambo-jumbo-drama-queen feeling it will become self-pitty ... then i decided to give myself &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMINDER ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lean everything on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;GOD'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s plan not with your own understanding ... you and your intellegency &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you think you have but actually you dont&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; are nothing before &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... totally completely surender..that's smartest thing to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont even try to do something which belongs to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;portion, ... even you think you've been hurt until your very soul, no need to ridicule.. no need to complain stay still and do your part... forgive, forget and move on...just be grateful..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont make your-self like a fool ... appreciate and love yourself by doing something smart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, thank &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; for everything....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; for taking care of us everyday without fail ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; for loving us...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lord, YOU&lt;/span&gt; are more than anything, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;more than gold more than anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lord, YOU&lt;/span&gt; are everything to me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will never let &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; go, never ever let &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; go..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-3615812182112688282?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/3615812182112688282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=3615812182112688282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3615812182112688282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3615812182112688282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/02/reminder-to-myself.html' title='Reminder to myself.....'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4815847347314801234</id><published>2008-02-16T21:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:02:30.870+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PR from Arie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;font-family:georgia;" &gt;im pretty new in this blog-society ... so then i didnt know much people in the blog-sphere... and i dont have enough confidence to get to know with new people ...or  giving comments ...  which completely different me in the real world but im not saying that this is not real...(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;hhmmm...so confusing..in fact i have no idea what im talking about...&lt;/span&gt;)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a problem when somebody gave assignment like this  ... i've no  much people to pass it on ...but anyway most important thing  ...  i would always do my best ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i got homework this from &lt;a href="http://omahku.blogspot.com"&gt;arie.&lt;/a&gt;.. i knew her from  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fren met fren&lt;/span&gt; finally we became kinda members of un-official mom's club... maturnuwun rie... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Homework :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Anger is only one letter short of danger If someone betrays you once, it is his fault; If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.  Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people.  He, who loses money, loses much; He, who loses a friend, loses much more;  He, who loses faith, loses all.  Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,   But beautiful old people are works of art.   Learn from the mistakes of others, You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, you and me…You brought another friend…And then there were 3…We started our group…Our circle of friends…And like that circle…There is no beginning or end…Yesterday is history.Tomorrow is mystery.Today is a gift.So now, let’s see how many circle’s of friends we can make by simply adding your link on this Friendship Meme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://catsycarpediem.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catsy Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://catsydownloads.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catsy Download&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://jheine.i.ph/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of the Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.simplycatsy.info/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Day to Savor and Relish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://1puzzlepiece.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Piece of Idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://writeshy.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Write Shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://stupidwise.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid Wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://onlinememorylane.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;onlinememorylane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.jk-nocargo.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See Me For What You Will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://bisayako07.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michelle’s Small World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://macheriefrancine.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chez Francine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://altrahanna.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cronaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://mon-bric-a-brac.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Le bric à brac de Cherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://grottynosh.wordpress.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.philohanna.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://angrianiworld.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AngrianiWorld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://syabilsania.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://panasians.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anoushka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://bersama-masa.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noushy Syah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://redeagle21.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://tentangbisnisku.blogspot.com/" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dasir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.uang.persusi.org//" cvbhz="0" lhr4t="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://eucalyptusstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eucalyptus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://eucalyptusstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://irmafitriabuana.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IrmaBuana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://tsabitha2007.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://omahku222.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/"&gt;nuke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;as  i said, i didnt know much people... i would deliver this to the very fine hubby  and daddy pak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://bakpo.blogspot.com/"&gt;idham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,  and  the multi-talented-my-lady-fren... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://pennylane.blogspot.com/"&gt;pennylane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a.k.a . ria....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To Pak Idham dan Ria cantik... , im so lucky to have you in this situation... :-) ooooppsss... ...please help me with this...hope you dont get sick of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4815847347314801234?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4815847347314801234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4815847347314801234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4815847347314801234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4815847347314801234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/02/pr-from-arie.html' title='PR from Arie...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-3774631533349431394</id><published>2008-02-15T08:45:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:21.612+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifta's Art....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R7UVHoDSDdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zzTg1s2JAZ4/s1600-h/gift-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167059368231964114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R7UVHoDSDdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zzTg1s2JAZ4/s320/gift-art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;as a mom ..i enjoy doing my daily activities..every morning, i drop my girl off school, and walk her to the school gate..she gives me hug and kiss .... "i love you mommie...bye mommie.." it really gives me spirit everymorning before dealing with office things... (hhhhmmmm... ), im not able to take my boy to school for his class just begin at 10 so then ...&lt;/em&gt;.(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sorry nugra...but July this year you will have morning class.. mom would be able to take you to school.. with God Will of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;one morning, i didnt walk my girl to the school gate only but up to her class... and i saw her art was chosen to be put on the "&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;majalah dinding sekolah&lt;/span&gt;".... i was so proud n happy... and get my mobile... take picture for the memory .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-3774631533349431394?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/3774631533349431394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=3774631533349431394&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3774631533349431394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3774631533349431394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/02/giftas-art.html' title='Gifta&apos;s Art....'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R7UVHoDSDdI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zzTg1s2JAZ4/s72-c/gift-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4431250092026209852</id><published>2008-02-06T19:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:21.772+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>my sweet and beautiful swimmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163838226994739986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R6mjgh2auxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HJy4xTpKAfI/s400/giftaswimmer.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the swimmer has been born&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my little girl .... Gifta loves swimming, and one of the best swimmer in her school.., mom's so proud of you...sweetie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4431250092026209852?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4431250092026209852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4431250092026209852&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4431250092026209852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4431250092026209852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-sweet-and-beautiful-swimmer.html' title='my sweet and beautiful swimmer'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R6mjgh2auxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HJy4xTpKAfI/s72-c/giftaswimmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1844597352905177993</id><published>2008-02-04T22:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:21.924+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><title type='text'>Siomay Lover....hhmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R6c2ZR2auwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0kRzDQ9jH68/s1600-h/makansiomay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R6c2ZR2auwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0kRzDQ9jH68/s400/makansiomay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163155305719839490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waking up from nap..last Sunday, Nugra looked so hungry..and he was asking for Siomay..his&lt;/span&gt; favorite snack...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(snack??? not pretty sure if siomay's for snacking...) then we drove to tebet barat to find our "tukang siomay langganan"..we didnt find him..probably coz of the flood. Trying to bargain with my boy offering something else... but he's persistence as usual..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decided to go to foodcourt carefour mt haryono ... finally ... one thing about my boy,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he knows exactly what he wants as always.&lt;/span&gt; Did he enjoy his siomay?? definitely..every piece of them....yum..yum..till the end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1844597352905177993?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1844597352905177993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1844597352905177993&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1844597352905177993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1844597352905177993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/02/siomay-loverhhmm.html' title='Siomay Lover....hhmm...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R6c2ZR2auwI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0kRzDQ9jH68/s72-c/makansiomay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4527627951708200782</id><published>2008-02-01T17:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:22.057+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><title type='text'>Jakarta Banjir lagi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R6clbh2auvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U7Y4gx0zVsY/s1600-h/macet-bjr02-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R6clbh2auvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U7Y4gx0zVsY/s400/macet-bjr02-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163136652676872946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Entry - friday/01 Feb 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aduch (pake "c" ) Jakarta banjir lagi...selalu setiap tahun sama persoalannya.., sampe kapan ya..? Ayo dong Mr. Governor ... you had my vote lho...!! kita sekeluarga juga ngga buang sampah sembarangan..ato bikin hal2 yang sembrono lainnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayah ninggal mobil di kantor karna takut kerendem banjir padahal kantor di thamrin..-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- temenku inge terpaksa check in sama anak2 di ibis slipi tanpa bawa baju..karna ngga bisa pulang cempaka putih banjir...&lt;br /&gt;- Efa kebingungan mesti lewat mana..rumah "flood free" kantor completely flood area..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;- aku sich ngga papa asik2 aja..tetep bisa nge-blog..ato malah having coffee at starbuck, cuma apa pantes? karna orang lain lagi bingung banjir... (&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sorry ayah, inge, efa....this is jakarta with everything on it...including banjir!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapi aku tetap cinta Jakarta... my love, my city but even more love you if flood free ... what do you think Mr Governor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entry - saturday/02 Feb 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;up-dated this entry sharing with you my experience with "flood situation"... everybody got home safe on friday night, but we still had to think about how we should get to go to the airport since our nephew, steve, had to go very early flight to go back to Perth..., but i just tot that all the flood things have been downed .. only because i felt that way.. not checked the real situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so then we wake up early to drive steve to the airport, ayah, gifta and me.., we left home around 5.15 am, the flight would be 8.10 am.. that should be fine..that's what we tot...turned out that we're completely wrong.., the road to go to the airport was blocked for the flood... so then we had to turn back to find the alternative way..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i was a bit worried..coz steve's visa was finished today, if he didnt make it so then he's gonna be over-stayed ... ooh.. its saturday we have to apply for extended visa..and other things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but nothing that we could do just go straight find the alternative way to get him to the airport..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The only alternative way was get thru Serpong - Tangerang which also completely stucked...it got really slow moving..ayah tried to find sort things on line from his O2 life but it seems all didnt help a lot, only the one saying most all the airplane was delayed for 2 - 3 hours...gave up hope..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mudah2an... for steve's flight..also delayed.&lt;/span&gt; After struggle and long journey, we finally made to the airport arround 9 am, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"harap-harap cemas", &lt;/span&gt;i told steve that we're gonna wait till sure that he could make it...at least knew the result.. still a bit worried since he didnt know how to speak bahasa ... so then i decided to come along but the problem was i could get trhu without pass..to get it ... i was running to OIC (officer in charge) ...who was this morning very hectic busy taking calls from all over asking about traffice get thru to the airport... wait about 5 minutes and smile and nice officer gave me the pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; after i've explained my situation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;exchanging with my "KTP id" i would get my id after returning the pass, even he gave the mobile phone no. of people in immigration in case my nephew had problem... oh thank you officer.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;next i knew his name's Frans Joseph.. thank you pak frans..u keep smiling eventhough u looked completely tired..&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i should go back to find my nephew make sure that he would be ok, with the pass i could get thru to the check in counter... "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his flight was already boarding&lt;/span&gt;" but found out that his name was not checked in yet..oh gosh..looking around..i found him in confused face, the check-in counter was closed...coz its the regulation...but "never give up"...begging to the check-counter officer..pleasssssssssssee... put my nephew in coz bla..bla..bla..., he looked at me and said you should talk to the manager..."no problem" ..you could ask me to talk t0 anybody..as long as steve gets in...finally i didnt have to talk to anybody... he gave steve boarding pass...YESSS...mission accomplished, Steve looked very relief.."thank you for everything, auntie nuke.." and i asked him to run... (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;no worries steve, that's what auntie nuke's for...!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;we're so relief and happy ... but couldnt get too excited, we had to think how we're supposed to go back home.. there's no other way but the same as we got to the airport...ooh no... there you go guys...another 4 .5 hours going back home ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very hot and bad traffice.&lt;/span&gt;....we're all tired so then i told my girl ... "ok Gifta, next time you still wanna come if the traffic like this, u're better staying at home with your brother..." my girl simply said :"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i still wanna come with you mom ..&lt;/span&gt;." isnt it like ice water in the dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture taken from the car by amateur with E-90 :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4527627951708200782?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4527627951708200782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4527627951708200782&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4527627951708200782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4527627951708200782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/02/jakarta-banjir-lagi.html' title='Jakarta Banjir lagi...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R6clbh2auvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/U7Y4gx0zVsY/s72-c/macet-bjr02-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-6248452844245635259</id><published>2008-01-28T12:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:40:51.551+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Friendship or just same interest...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Completely normal if in this life..feeling like or dislike, even if we try hard to avoid the negative feeling, Some people like you and some people dont ... for their own reason, which sometime we could not even understand ... we cant make everybody happy no matter how hard or even perfect you're trying..coz every person has different expectations about thing..even for the same thing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its true story about friendship that I have with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'one very important Lady'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... we had hilarious relationship in the past, we were one hell good team.."back up each other" but more for business other than personal ...i've known her for like 15 years..yes 15 years..its not short time at all for two people working together... i knew her family in complete package .. her husband &amp;amp; children, parents/in low, sister-brother just imagine how closed i was with this Lady ... as famous said that there's no party which is not over ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was the time when everything seems not easy .... one situation changed her professional career from very strategic level into different kinda post, without me being involved... from then on everything seems different, friendship or relationship that we built had no meaning... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;only its happened that i should handle some of her tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;coz i was her 2nd&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;layer&lt;/em&gt;...), career or business was all about... eventually i know that there were no friendship between us .... only &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"interest&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; that i could accommodate her and not endanger or threat her in any way in terms of business... so then im her friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like the up-side down show, that's also happened in our relationship...over-nothing, yes, I might say over-nothing ...but hey..who knows that i might have hurt her feeling so badly so then she decided to make me disappear from her life..., so then I take my chances to tell her ....personally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dearest ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im really sorry if i've hurt your feeling in any ways.., never have and never will intentionally harm you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dearest ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the friendship that we had doesnt mean anything to you? i dont believe that coz i knew you too well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dearest ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but if "&lt;strong&gt;those things"&lt;/strong&gt; are really meant to you...to be in your highest priority so be it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dearest ibu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one thing i want u to know that deep down in my heart, i still miss you..we still can be a great team ... as usual ...if you want..you may still keep the credit... dont worry about me...im still the same person that u know 15 years ago...just more mature and more personality (&lt;strong&gt;narcis ngga tuch gue&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Learnt Lesson share with my children:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My love, Don't let anyone or anything determine what you think or what you are feeling..., &lt;strong&gt;be a winner,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;think and act like one&lt;/strong&gt;...then you became a real winner..no matter what real situation you're dealing with. Be sincere, do your utmost, and yr best wishes .. Allah Almighty will send the best things for you personally....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-6248452844245635259?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/6248452844245635259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=6248452844245635259&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6248452844245635259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/6248452844245635259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/01/completely-normal-if-in-this-life.html' title='Real Friendship or just same interest...?'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1800479391500749715</id><published>2008-01-24T15:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:56:26.420+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...narcis dech..'/><title type='text'>BFF --- Best Friend Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im writing this entry to dedicate to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my very best  friend&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; so happenedly changed her last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;and also inspired me to do the same..hhmm...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to tell her how happy I am to see her right now...How She is now really in the complete package!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Happy in her marriage..Happy in her job...Happy in her spiritual life..cant ask for more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If I re-called first time we met, we were &lt;em&gt;"seriously-dangerously single"&lt;/em&gt;...like we were destined to meet-up to share &lt;em&gt;all stupid-stories &lt;/em&gt;we had..so then we knew that we were not alone. We could talk for hours only &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;people were in love could compete with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... we talked about everything..from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;family issue, living single...and the adventure of being one.., friends movie..junk food, junk mail, junk Man and their junk acts (ha..ha..)&lt;/span&gt;...like we share everything.&lt;/em&gt; i remember we went to Bali for week-end, and we could not even stop talking since we left my office till we landed in Bali..not even when the airplane landed we were talking half screaming...so then our conversation continued...its really nut...(&lt;em&gt;efa..i always laugh every time i remembered this..i miss our time..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we always say that we've never thought... we could be so lucky to have family like today..., I would've agreed even more..yes we are so lucky.., and im feel so lucky to have a fren like you..wish a very best in everything..to&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Y&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ou and Abang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as teenagers says nowadays... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Best Friend Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope that we will be... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1800479391500749715?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1800479391500749715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1800479391500749715&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1800479391500749715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1800479391500749715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/01/bff-best-friend-forev-er.html' title='BFF --- &lt;em&gt;Best Friend Forev&lt;/em&gt;er...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-7010414641554632267</id><published>2008-01-23T13:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:22.203+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PR dari Lisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R5bcIh2auZI/AAAAAAAAABY/uf1UPa6LUhI/s1600-h/2211974610_0fd447f320_o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158552462283159954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R5bcIh2auZI/AAAAAAAAABY/uf1UPa6LUhI/s320/2211974610_0fd447f320_o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow Lisa..homework from u... to spread the love, so Im being the spreader of Love? you must be joking, anyway thank you...thank you so then to whom should spread the love to&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...(can i have sometime to think..to whom should i deliver...? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It was crossed since the first..but should i ? since most the spreader of love are Mommies..so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;then I would proudly deliver this to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;'an outstanding Hubby and Daddy' .... A clear blue sky..silahkan Pak Idham ....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-7010414641554632267?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/7010414641554632267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=7010414641554632267&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7010414641554632267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7010414641554632267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/01/pr-dari-lisa.html' title='PR dari Lisa...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R5bcIh2auZI/AAAAAAAAABY/uf1UPa6LUhI/s72-c/2211974610_0fd447f320_o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-3148519619921325023</id><published>2008-01-22T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:23.337+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Box,..Cheap and Entertaining..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R5W4d7pnotI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t86wxUmV2n8/s1600-h/photobox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158231772590744274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R5W4d7pnotI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t86wxUmV2n8/s320/photobox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mungkin kita ketinggalan jaman dan sedikit norak, in one fine Sunday..iseng2 kita coba foto box&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.."foto gaul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kata Gifta..eh ternyata fun juga..squeeze-up di photo box yang sempit..(free to laugh guys..).. narcis abis...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-3148519619921325023?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/3148519619921325023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=3148519619921325023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3148519619921325023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/3148519619921325023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/01/photo-boxcheap-and-entertaining.html' title='Photo Box,..Cheap and Entertaining..'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R5W4d7pnotI/AAAAAAAAABQ/t86wxUmV2n8/s72-c/photobox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4822227934740487326</id><published>2008-01-21T10:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:23.462+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>Apa-apa yelow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R5dsEh2aumI/AAAAAAAAADA/axlXLW45D4c/s1600-h/belajar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R5dsEh2aumI/AAAAAAAAADA/axlXLW45D4c/s320/belajar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158710723238083170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;If you love fear factor doing things to conquer your fear, I believe we are Mom (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if i could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt; on behalf of Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;) we have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Mom's factor". Its the reality show, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"How Mother control and manage their emotions in dealing with daily routines specially with their children". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found out the most interesting is the part when the sensitive issue being tested, which i called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;uji kesabaran".... i have to sit every-night with my children...&lt;/em&gt;. either to do their home work or just daily study to keep them in pattern of discipline  &lt;em&gt;I believe Im kind of person&lt;/em&gt; .. quite in control (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) , not easy to tense but when it comes into this subject, I lost my control sometime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometime :) for real..again only sometime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The difficulty is not in making them understand or comprehend the subject but..non-technical thing like..."&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ini dulu lah mi.., itu dulu ya mi&lt;/em&gt;..., &lt;em&gt;sebentar aja mi.&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;wanna drink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;first, or can i watch tv after this...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this session would be needed around 15 minutes, while I was just coming back from the office straight go to this business..even more perfect when "their advocate" around &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;boleh ngga aku belajarnya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sama ayah...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dont get the wrong idea it would share the burden, children also knows political game, to be honest I hate being bad cop all the time, and Ayah's always been a good cop specially to our little girl...like saving by the bell...(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bad cop that everybody loves???? the answer would be Mommy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is story of our routine day..during "waktu belajar"..with my girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;+ &lt;em&gt;Gifta, read this book ok..?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;i picked one small story book to practice her reading ability&lt;/em&gt;..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Why not this..? this is very easy..(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she picked other book..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ No, this one..u should read loudly..remember on sound..and join..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(She started and just finished one sentence and stopped..and looked at me..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I need something for my hair...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(without any comment I get her hair band randomly and put on her head...and get it done..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I dont want this one Mom, I want the pink one with heart and fluffy on it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(here u go guys...and no point of arguing..Mom's got do what Mom's got to do...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;+ ok continue reading..and do the exercise after..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She continued reading..and again stopped..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mommy why apa-apa yelow? apa-apa yelow? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(she meant everything looked yellow in her eyes, and I was so worried, thought She was dizzy or something..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ Have a drink Gifta.., some more..how do u feel now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;worried and concern ..yellow?..oh no, its impossible...tried to get rid of bad thought..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- still apa-apa yelow Mom..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;+ r u ok? feel pusing or perut ngga enak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (concern..and worried..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- No,...Oooh I know Mom..your cloth is yellow... jadi apa-apa jadi yellow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it really something being a Mom or what?...dont go for fear factor juz go to "Mom's factor"....you will enjoy watching it.. funny as long as u're not the actor..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my Lovely children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Seriously, Mommy really enjoy being in this show makes me feel like a winner everyday by seeing you grow.... Enjoy every part..every moment.. Specially when little beautiful voice of yours whispering.."Thank you Mom..." or "I love you Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;..." &lt;em&gt;you guys give me the world...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4822227934740487326?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4822227934740487326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4822227934740487326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4822227934740487326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4822227934740487326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/01/apa-apa-yelow.html' title='Apa-apa yelow...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R5dsEh2aumI/AAAAAAAAADA/axlXLW45D4c/s72-c/belajar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-2942938315165249807</id><published>2008-01-16T10:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:12:10.227+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons to think about'/><title type='text'>Everybody was young once....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;about 2 weeks ago, we accidentally got life lesson to think of...about what we've done in our life..was it enough, enough in terms of doing a good deed...sharing, caring, loving..either to family/frens or to someone that we didnt even know... to the needy for instance. Im not talking about money or things.. that we put aside every month or year..but our time..or whatever simple things that we share with others, giving not from the left-over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was Sunday, we dropped our girl to her fren's house juz near the house... the road was narrow in our neighbourhood... (&lt;em&gt;Tebet belakang gitu lho!!!&lt;/em&gt;), we were going to drive away..but there was motor-cycle stopped in road juz few metres in front of us and I didnt know whether it was public or private (&lt;em&gt;maksud gue..ojek apa bukan gitu&lt;/em&gt;..) then we had to wait untill this guy finished to drop his "&lt;em&gt;penumpang" ..who's very old and handicapped coz I saw his iron stick....&lt;/em&gt;we wait for 5 minutes..he couldnt get off from the motor-cycle, and it seemed that this old man didnt get any help.. and wait for another 5 minutes.. still could not..then I made conclusion..that this man definetely need help, so then I told ayah that we should help him...instead of juz waiting in the car.., make the story short...then we got off the car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh..It was really breaking my heart to see this old Man, he was so powerless..and weak, we tried to bang door gate but no sign that someone would open it from inside so then decided to open them ... and knocked the door for this old Man..we found out finally..it was his house, and a young Man finally opened the door and handed him over..and we left...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the car, we were in silent, we remembered our folks...specially our father..we're so thankful there is somebody who takes care of our fathers everyday and there will be always somebody around them whenever they need.. (&lt;em&gt;father from both sides..quite old ayah's around 70 years and mine over 80 years old...&lt;/em&gt;). I told ayah that Old Man must be handsome when He was young..I could see that (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my expertise...wink!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and probably wealthy enough for the house is quite big ... or even probably carrying golf club every week end..browsing golf course all over the place with his buddys as hobby...when he was in the prime age..(&lt;em&gt;not try to judge people..juz my imagination&lt;/em&gt;..). Ayah gave no comment as ussual...I believed He was busy with his mind..his face looked sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's juz a picture for all us as a Human being...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Everybody was young once right...and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;will grow old for sure......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. the Question went around-around..in my head what should we do now so then we can spend our old days happily with our children and grand or even with our grand-grand children...when we grow old. I dont have the answer as my life is not perfect either far away from perfect, what I can do now&lt;em&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;juz give my smile and try to do my best...and be happy for what I am.. I believe whatever was coming from 'ABOVE' is the best for me and also for my family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have a good life everyone.....!!! Love and show your loving care to your loved ones while you can....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-2942938315165249807?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/2942938315165249807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=2942938315165249807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2942938315165249807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2942938315165249807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/01/everybody-was-young-once.html' title='Everybody was young once....'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-2093036222914795222</id><published>2008-01-15T10:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:23.707+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my boy..'/><title type='text'>Always good to have a gentleman around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4wwMbpnosI/AAAAAAAAABI/hcZ88n_LKPw/s1600-h/DSC08016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155548663571260098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4wwMbpnosI/AAAAAAAAABI/hcZ88n_LKPw/s320/DSC08016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a Mom, recognizing the character of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your child was not difficult at all.. cause it's part of you and your half..., every child has a unique character, beautiful in their way..without even put the effort to be , they already are. My two children have different character...Easy guess which one is the Daddy..and which one is the&lt;/span&gt; Mommy&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayah if you read this I could not stop smiling..., you always said that they both like u.....?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But whatever the character my children have...once again...they are dazzling to my eyes..., as my boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nugra&lt;/span&gt;...He is very helpful person..real gentleman indeed... (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;siapa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emaknya&lt;/span&gt;....) always try to help people in many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt;...either school, or at home...or do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;groceries&lt;/span&gt;... Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nugra&lt;/span&gt;...You are a real Gentleman..Mommy love you so much&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4wuTLpnorI/AAAAAAAAABA/_oYmGzO-d3s/s1600-h/DSC08009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155546580512121522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="255" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4wuTLpnorI/AAAAAAAAABA/_oYmGzO-d3s/s320/DSC08009.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;+ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nugra&lt;/span&gt; would help Mommy with the sugar...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ok..Mom..(with pleasure...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have even asked him twice... so sweet...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nugra&lt;/span&gt;, U will be in Mom's blog soon...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; Mommy is gonna write about this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(you can guess who were saying this ...yeah..right...He's been teasing me blogging.....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-2093036222914795222?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/2093036222914795222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=2093036222914795222&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2093036222914795222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2093036222914795222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/01/always-good-to-have-gentleman-arround.html' title='Always good to have a gentleman around...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4wwMbpnosI/AAAAAAAAABI/hcZ88n_LKPw/s72-c/DSC08016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-4871153534395582547</id><published>2008-01-14T11:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:24.054+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about my little girl'/><title type='text'>Dont tell anyone Policy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4whcrpnoqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5flq9PTb1Xc/s1600-h/DSC08025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155532450069717666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="220" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4whcrpnoqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5flq9PTb1Xc/s320/DSC08025.JPG" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its common, specially among the gossipers either white gossip or black one&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;..."the Dont-tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anyone-Policy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Even though it was not really effective coz the rumours or news regardless true or untrue still spread out all over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im not going to talk about gossip...'ve been trying to avoid...he..he..finally repent from all those&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4wYwLpnooI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Mj8jVJOzavI/s1600-h/DSC08125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155522889472516738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="10" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4wYwLpnooI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Mj8jVJOzavI/s200/DSC08125.JPG" width="5" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; things, but I found that 'policy' was not only belong to adult..(as we dare called ourselves adult....even sometimes we dont even understand the meaning..@@##!!!), but its been also in our children dictionary or vocabulary whatever you might call that....Did I say our children..? maybe it should my children...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the conversation with my little girl in the car ...on the way to her school :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is Chika (not a real name) new student?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yes, but She still cant do much in the class.. She cant read either Bahasa or English.....(She spelled the Alphabet for Bahasa and English)..but Mom dont tell anyone..ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I juz smiled why I should tell anyone about such thing, thats probably my girl felt guilty talking about her fren to me..and worry that I would tell anyone. Did I tell anyone..not really, juz you...(who's She's been copying....then...??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Funny but I should watch what next.., one night we were talking about how important that we have to eat properly without getting fat ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Talking about being fat, who's fatter me or Mommy's J? (one of the mom at school...sorry :( fren......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hhmm..hmmm..(she found the difficulty to answer this question, She was being careful not disappoint anyone..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;+&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; Who? (I was curious to death...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Hhmm..J's Mom..but dont tell anyone ok Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow smile was all over my heart..could be the widest smile in a month, but wait a minute...have I been an evil Mom..? Have I mis-lead her in anyway...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz dont tell anyone ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-4871153534395582547?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/4871153534395582547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=4871153534395582547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4871153534395582547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/4871153534395582547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-tell-anyone-policy.html' title='Dont tell anyone Policy....'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R4whcrpnoqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5flq9PTb1Xc/s72-c/DSC08025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-2566793988301948095</id><published>2007-12-28T09:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:58:51.805+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons to think about'/><title type='text'>How the simple life can be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time goes fast without even realizing what we have done in year 2007, its already end of December 2007. I've been trying hard to remember what significant thing that I've achieved in 2007... trying so hard... definitely I end-up with nothing ..., what I remember was only lesson, lesson and another lesson ...and My life is just like journey of learning process which never end I feel completely happy about it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Kaleidoscopes 2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;January 2007- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nothing really special that I could recall...just enjoy doing my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;February 2007- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being another February in the year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;March 2007 - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Twice Nasi Kuning as the menu, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;one for Ayah at 16 and one for Nugra at 25&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and my boy's celebrating with his friends at school with Spider-Man Cake, Kentucky and goodie bags (merchandise - cookies - candies &amp;amp; friends) ... he was so happy .., it made me even happier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;April 2007 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Another year older ... didnt get any gift, but for sure I had everything I need in life...my LORD - my SAVIOUR, family, frens, love and work ... (free to laugh..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;May 2007 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Another May in the year I guess...or someone's day I might say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;June 2007 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Almost school holiday, school exams season...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 2007 - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Relationship was being tested... and passed not because we were strong only because of GRACE and HIS BLESSING ...(thank you LORD for being so good to our family), Nasi Kuning for Gifta at 13, celebrating with her friends at school as her brother, She also brought birthday cake, food and goodie bag...another happy day of my life being a Mom...Activities on school holiday : &lt;em&gt;Pulang kampung Poros Jakarta-Magelang-Jogjakarta-Purwokerto-Jakarta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;August 2007 - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dirgahayu Indonesia..., and the sweet things ...hhmm..better not tell..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wink..wink..wink...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;September 2008 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a Big lesson I got, "back-stabbing story" which I thought only happens in other world not in mine ... I was completely shocked for like in a month, so furious and living in anger, those feelings made me even worse..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;October 2007 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Self-acceptance, ego-buried, put-self together...,self-forgiving, forgive&amp;amp;forget, "life is only ibadah" philosophy. &lt;em&gt;Activities : Pulang kampung for Hari Raya Idul Fitri Poros Jakarta-Purwokerto-Jogjakarta-Magelang-Jakarta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;November 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to-be-happy and healthy-decision, starting having proper and healthy meal...but failed all the time...(as always...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;December 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Learn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"how to shut-up and do my best"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in all any kind of issue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can see that my life is so simple and ordinary? but still beautiful to remember...so much things to share..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To my children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From here Mom knows that our life is very simple and ordinary, and I admit that I tend to remember the bad things instead of the good ones, and spent too much on negative thought..which useless and wasted... at this point we can learn so much, just be grateful for we are, and its okay being failed.. don't be loser.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Yesterday was a lesson, Today is a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;reality, Tomorrow is a hope"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...Keep the faith...my love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-2566793988301948095?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/2566793988301948095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=2566793988301948095&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2566793988301948095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/2566793988301948095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-simple-life-can-be.html' title='How the simple life can be...'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1934128517891780724</id><published>2007-12-23T06:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:36:24.490+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><title type='text'>Holiday Season is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;We do have really long holiday, my children are on schoold holiday... office closed even for public holiday and also we called that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;cuti bersama&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;...from Hari Raya Idul Adha hol&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R22psrpnomI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NNwRBfHVdog/s1600-h/Gifta7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146956534250971746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R22psrpnomI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NNwRBfHVdog/s200/Gifta7.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;iday continued with Christmas Holiday..it almost a week. Nothing's much on the plan, juz short holiday with family..spend some quality time together, You know the meaning right....when we are talking about quality time together with children, it means we are gonna be &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R22qq7pnonI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eWJVp6mpn_Y/s1600-h/nugra9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146957603697828466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="172" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R22qq7pnonI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eWJVp6mpn_Y/s200/nugra9.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;very busy.... They are gonna be "our boss" during the holiday. Taking this opportunity everybody, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We would like to say Selamat Hari Raya Idul Adha 1428 H ...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;To my dearest family and friends....who celebrates Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas to you all, Joy and Spirit of Loving, Giving and Sharing will be Christmas is all about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;To Everyone HAPPY HOLIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its time to gather with your family and friends....show and tell them that they are special to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1934128517891780724?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1934128517891780724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1934128517891780724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1934128517891780724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1934128517891780724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-season-is-coming.html' title='Holiday Season is coming'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R22psrpnomI/AAAAAAAAAAY/NNwRBfHVdog/s72-c/Gifta7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-7034194548613605289</id><published>2007-12-18T14:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:10:55.150+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><title type='text'>How you value friendship..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes we think that we don't need other people as long as you have your family with you...your children, your spouse..that's your life is all about...your family. Is it true? what friends? does everybody need friends? what friends are for while we have family? I don't know other people.., but I value friendship..high, I love my friends, cant live without them...even my half was a best friend of mine..back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've got lot of friends..but from time to time, I could count our friends with fingers...Im talking about true friends, Someone that you can share with..even you don't see them very often..but feels closed to your hearts, you miss their story, wanna know what's the up-date. I consider myself lucky to have such good friends from Junior High.., Senior High, College.., Uni, or just f' meet f' and became a good one. Some of them have already lived far away from Jakarta..but by the time we meet up...juz like old times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friendships play one important role in my life...wanna say Hi to my frens..wherever U are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my beautiful fren Iik...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;thanks for being such a good fren during my difficult time, hope a very best thing happens to your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To Baby in San Diego and Ika who's very mobile, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never seen u girls for ages...but technically we're still friends right...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To the very good and fine family...Azis family..Specially Iyoel, Ncie and Liza..you guys live far away in Europe but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you teach me what frenship really are...I love you always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my charming Lady fren, Ninu...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was amazed how you become now.. a very good mom and wife...luv you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Sari who lives in Serbia now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, thank you for love&amp;amp;frenship...and for always dropping by when you guys pulang kampung (read : kampung tebet), I miss yr lasagna..my kiss for Ian &amp;amp; Adrian..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I've always been so proud of u girl, success in achieving your career became regular news from u. In case u need someone..remember that I always be around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;..its really breaking my heart.....but whatever you've been thru juz keep the faith there will be a light in the end of the tunnel..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To Ipe, Michael, Ime, Bonbon, Leyonz and the gank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;...&lt;em&gt;guys you always made my day every time we met up or juz over short-conv....forget all the problem I got..Luv you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To frens which I believe the name doesn't want to be mentioned here...for some reasons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...Wink..."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thank you for being a true fren....good things always happen to good people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The last but definitely not least... to Ayah and my very dear girl and boy Gifta&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nugra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope Mom can be a very best fren u've got... best fren that you guys can trust..till eternity..Mom might be not perfect but surely I will do my utmost for you..I love you so much...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is a question..for you to think and answer for yourself...? One day if you have to leave for good...? What you want people to remember you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I will start with mine......I want people that knows me... remember me as &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,.....'a friend in need is a friend indeed' ......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't you think?&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/3279626882265622804-7034194548613605289?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/7034194548613605289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=7034194548613605289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7034194548613605289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/7034194548613605289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-you-value-friendship.html' title='How you value friendship..'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-5424736088972506579</id><published>2007-12-17T16:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:33:19.945+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moi..moi..moi...narcis dech..'/><title type='text'>Go..be happy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been long time that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; been travelling..by myself since I got family... still doing my travel though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; for work in country area..mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kalimantan&lt;/span&gt;..to go site.. totally completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; work nothing more nothing less..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Friday, it was my 1st after long time to travel alone...starting all over, book e-ticket, book hotel...it was quite excited..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sedikit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disebut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;norak&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lebih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;persisnya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;norak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;banget&lt;/span&gt;...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The purpose was seeing my customer in Spore...for discussing my own business - next year plan. Meeting supposed to be Friday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 11.30 at Marina Mandarin...So I have to make my time as efficient as possible...so then I got the rest of the day to explore...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; centre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having check everything, I found out that going to Spore through..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt; will be a new experience to me...and surely..a lot cheaper..considering all the cost and expenses involved will be for author account..he..he..he.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sedih&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;amat&lt;/span&gt; ya..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; finally I found a very low budget travel....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Friday, 14 Dec early in the morning I left to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Cengkareng&lt;/span&gt;..My children were still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;asleep&lt;/span&gt;, so was my hubby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; kiss them before leaving...(afraid my children wake up...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want me to go..as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;usual&lt;/span&gt;).. Air Asia to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt; was on time..and really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; for budget air line, arrived &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt; 8.15 sharp..I was lucky using hotel transport even a bit expensive...so then I was able to go directly to Harbour Bay..and taxi driver took my luggage to the hotel...easy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;convi&lt;/span&gt;. I was a bit worried that I could not make in time to my appointment... but again I was lucky..got to Harbour Bay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; before 9, thanks to the Lady in counter helping me to get in 9 o'clock Ferry..wuih...juz in time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; I bought return Ferry ticket since I would spend over-night in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt; instead .. the ticket was S$ 20 a lot cheaper if u buy only one way..., 45 minutes was not long to me..I enjoy..listened to my buddy "Kenny Rogers" singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my mobile over and over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day was still early when I got to Sing.., it felt that completely different the air..even you live not so far away..Spore - Jakarta not long distance..but hey..who am I complaining? I love Jakarta with whatever in it...but I've been dreaming that one day Jakarta would be more....more..I could find the right word..but for Jakarta people you know exactly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; saying...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Juz&lt;/span&gt; in time, meet my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Hongkong&lt;/span&gt; buyer at Marina Mandarin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; 11.30 am... They're just arriving from India, We had a casual business meeting..like meeting old friends, yes we've known each other for like 10 years, business - friendship get along really well, we still keep in touch even when the time business was gone ....the things that I always be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;thankful&lt;/span&gt; for...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After 3 hours meeting finished..then my leisure time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; began, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; then ..I went to SIM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;LIM&lt;/span&gt; for Gadget...Gadget...and Gadget.., my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; ask me to check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ASUS&lt;/span&gt; Computer 7" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;EEEPC&lt;/span&gt;8G, Apple i-Phone 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;gg&lt;/span&gt;, and E-90 if I had a time, of course I had..plenty..thats all I have..."time". Those Gadget were so expensive..probably the way I calculated thing still on rupiah or probably I could afford them..or probably..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; kind of person who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really care about things like that...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; buy anything..so then move on..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Calling my old-old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Shidah&lt;/span&gt; telling her that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; in town, excited to meet her..She asked to come over to her office..at Alexandra Road..so then grab a cab and leave to hers. we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen each other for probably 8 or 9 years, She has 3 girls now.. time goes so fast.., the first time I saw her after long time..I was so amazed...She look a lot younger..and good shape for mom with 3 children.. from office I see that She is doing pretty good. She got her own office and its big...oh I missed her..I missed the old days, so then we went out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Prata&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; crazy about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; cane with curry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Prata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;gosong&lt;/span&gt;..with curry.., until today..this week I had 2 times for lunch..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shidah&lt;/span&gt; and I were talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; a lot of things..Mommy things, our children and surely about our husband &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; a little bit...sorry daddy, u can guess what we're talking about...),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;but on top of it we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; forget talk about shoes', bags, hair-do, weight-problem...our favourite topics..wherever we are..universal language.., the time was really short I have to do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;kidz&lt;/span&gt; and going back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt;..and She went back to work..we said goodbye... promise that we plan for Girl day n night out..next time...(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Ika&lt;/span&gt; if u read this..u should come...).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;information that I got last Ferry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt; would be 11 o'clock at night but I would not go that late though...so then I picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt;-city for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;..Its huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt; Centre and same area with Harbour Front. Its a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;convininent&lt;/span&gt; shopping centre..u can find anything...First thing first..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Gifta&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Nugra&lt;/span&gt;...find Toys r Us..seems quite packed..its giving season. There were more choice for boys.., than girls.. I admit that I bought quite lots of toys here..check this out For my girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Gifta&lt;/span&gt; - 5 Disney princess dolls..(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;, belle, snow white, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Ariel&lt;/span&gt;, aurora..) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; its on sale, girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt;, High Musical Merchandise book &amp;amp; Pencil Case (she is so crazy about High Musical Movie..) and for my boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;Nugra&lt;/span&gt;... one Big foot ranger car with remote control, Air Plane series, Transformer.. Spoiled them. probably I did but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; do it everyday...probably once in a year..they've been such good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;kidz&lt;/span&gt;...they deserve it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then for daddy..who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; want to be called daddy....ayah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have to check the list..O2 life casing and Shoes...check got it..for me...decided not to buy anything for me...believe that...NO?..its all up to you what to believe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...without even realized.. I felt so tired bringing all things on my hands..try to find bench to sit..but failed..I kept walking slowly..&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;capek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;banget&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;end up at Cruise Centre at Harbour Front and check the schedule to Harbour..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt; in time..oh lucky again..then I checked in...wuih..didnt even have to wait ...went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt; with same got in this morning. Different was that my hands was occupied by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;shooping&lt;/span&gt; bags...that's I called that "LOVE"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Checking in at Planet Holiday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Batam&lt;/span&gt; about 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;o'clok&lt;/span&gt; at night..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;freshin'up&lt;/span&gt;, that's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;H another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to remember....it wasn't even low budget travel after all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Wink..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; everybody...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-5424736088972506579?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/5424736088972506579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=5424736088972506579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5424736088972506579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/5424736088972506579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-long-time.html' title='Go..be happy..'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279626882265622804.post-1970700497874903789</id><published>2007-11-16T11:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:24:22.581+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily moment'/><title type='text'>a good time to start something..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People always wait for a good time or right time to start something.., either something to do with personal or professional life. They're trying to prepare everything as perfect as possible even though they know there will be no perfect thing in this world.. Nothing perfect in this world we often heard that for any situation either to find the excuses.. or to make ourselves feel better coz our failure in doing thing right...or acting wise by giving advice to others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The question is&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.."is there any right time to do or start something?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ere will be no " a-right-time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Say that we have to make decision to get married or to change job or career, we always wait for the right time..The right time when have enough money... or any other reason...The right time is something people feel secured to do something...which I believe it's only coming up from ourselves..our faith..very unique and personal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In my case I've been learning that Everyday is a good time to start something...regardless it will work or not..its gonna be different story. Coz Every day is a New Day...and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day is a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that we have to thank for.. either we want to do something different than yesterday..or we want to get through..as we used to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As today, I make it as a good time to write this Blog..about my family specially my two precious little children Gifta and Anugrah.. my feeling..my mood..Just my simple life story..no expectation or any sophisticated story.. it might be full of grammatical error..but still They're gonna be memory whether sweet..bitter..sad..there will be always something that I can learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279626882265622804-1970700497874903789?l=everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/feeds/1970700497874903789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279626882265622804&amp;postID=1970700497874903789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1970700497874903789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279626882265622804/posts/default/1970700497874903789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-is-a-gift.blogspot.com/2007/11/good-time-to-start-something.html' title='a good time to start something..'/><author><name>TrueMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718406921367367650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I_sScJaLuPA/R1eCASLyIXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ExPZSW-RmoA/S220/mom-babs4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
