tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68912900894854035772024-02-19T01:43:25.045-08:00A Mile in My ShoesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-65195685676117866242012-11-28T05:12:00.001-08:002012-11-28T05:16:43.622-08:00new addressNew blog address: <a href="http://www.febrilimanto.blogspot.com/">www.febrilimanto.blogspot.com</a><br />
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<span style="text-align: start;">At last, find the need to regularly update my blog so here's the first post to begin with after the Idul Fitri break. Few months prior to the vacation, there were these discussions and voting ongoing to decide which destination shall be picked for our first reunion venue. There were like around 20 members taking up the vote and as I recalled, Bali was the winning option. However, without my knowledge, the option seems to be altered by certain parties and Langkawi came out as the chosen venue. Honest speaking, I was pretty disappointed with the decision and was thinking to pass the whole plan. And since the idea of setting up the reunion vacation came very abruptly, I understand why so many parties cancelled last minute, that wasn't unexpected though. Turned out there were only 7 members joining; including me for the win. Frankly, I wasn't thrilled nor agitated for the trip at all. Wasn't really looking forward for the trip at first but the D day finally came, bags were all packed, and we hopped on a very early flight to begin. Now let the photos tell !</span></div>
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To my surprise, I had considerably fun during the stay and now that the trip is over, there is this uneasy feeling not wanting it to end that fast. There were also those epic and ridiculous moments I won't forget throughout the drinking game, bet we all had an awfully good laugh that night. However, at the note of my experience, I wouldn't recommend anyone picking Langkawi as a holiday destination. I find Langkawi very 'ordinary' and boring, compared to Bali or Phuket at their level. Yet, the point of travelling in a group is what makes it extraordinary, anyhow big thanks to Joko, Tom and Winson who make this trip happened. Looking forward for the next reunion trip and hopefully with more members participating.</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-72754753751283111852012-06-08T05:49:00.002-07:002012-06-08T06:11:57.654-07:00BBQ and sleepovahh<span style="font-family: inherit;">What's up bud? Gone MIA quite some time and here's a post at last ! Nothing much, still the same boring routines every day and night. Had a small barbecue party and sleepover at Ching's the other night, didn't take many pictures though, we were busy chatting and eating and definitely had a good laugh with them (read. bffs).</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-82128712333118719862012-04-21T07:24:00.000-07:002012-04-21T07:26:54.804-07:00faith, under and above.<br />
Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?<br />
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Student : Yes, sir.<br />
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Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?<br />
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Student : Absolutely, sir.<br />
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Professor : Is GOD good ?<br />
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Student : Sure.<br />
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Professor: Is GOD all powerful ?<br />
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Student : Yes.<br />
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Professor: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t. How is this GOD good then? Hmm?<br />
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(Student was silent.)<br />
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Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start again, young fella. Is GOD good?<br />
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Student : Yes.<br />
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Professor: Is satan good ?<br />
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Student : No.<br />
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Professor: Where does satan come from ?<br />
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Student : From … GOD …<br />
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Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?<br />
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Student : Yes.<br />
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Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct?<br />
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Student : Yes.<br />
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Professor: So who created evil ?<br />
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(Student did not answer.)<br />
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Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don’t they?<br />
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Student : Yes, sir.<br />
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Professor: So, who created them ?<br />
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(Student had no answer.)<br />
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Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son, have you ever seen GOD?<br />
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Student : No, sir.<br />
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Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?<br />
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Student : No , sir.<br />
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Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any sensory perception of GOD for that matter?<br />
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Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t.<br />
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Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?<br />
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Student : Yes.<br />
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Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?<br />
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Student : Nothing. I only have my faith.<br />
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Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem Science has.<br />
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Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?<br />
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Professor: Yes.<br />
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Student : And is there such a thing as cold?<br />
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Professor: Yes.<br />
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Student : No, sir. There isn’t.<br />
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(The lecture theater became very quiet with this turn of events.)<br />
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Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.<br />
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(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)<br />
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Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?<br />
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Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t darkness?<br />
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Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If it is, well you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?<br />
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Professor: So what is the point you are making, young man ?<br />
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Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.<br />
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Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how?<br />
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Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing the concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing.<br />
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Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?<br />
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Professor: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.<br />
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Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?<br />
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(The Professor shook his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument was going.)<br />
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Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor. Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?<br />
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(The class was in uproar.)<br />
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Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor’s brain?<br />
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(The class broke out into laughter. )<br />
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Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?<br />
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(The room was silent. The Professor stared at the student, his face unfathomable.)<br />
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Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith, son.<br />
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Student : That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things alive and moving.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-40743159062830476592012-04-07T22:59:00.003-07:002012-04-07T23:27:51.568-07:00perpendicularThere are so many times in my life where I've given so many things up, where I didn't really put effort into, and where I habitually exhale and quit. And there also come a lot of times where I regret those moments and wish I could turn back time to undo what I've done and do what I've not done, said what have not been said and unsaid what have been said if it's even possible. I wanted to learn how to skate and roller-blade and dance and hockey and horse-ride and guitar and write music and cook and tennis and so many more things I didn't get the break to do. I end up living a very incredibly typical life many others live in and most importantly, being happy through it and that's what I hope it all counts.<br /><br />I can let go of all the regrets for not doing things I wanted to and everything else in that case but today I swear for the happiness in the rest of my life, I would have lose a huge sweat if I've ever given up on you, if I ever stopped fighting for you and quit believing in us. I thank my God for always be there right back at us through our difficult times, giving us faith that rainbow comes after the rain and everything will turn out alright for two people who are meant to be. It has been 8 short months, still counting and getting stronger, thank you, my once in a lifetime.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-7042872496825105222012-03-27T07:52:00.002-07:002012-03-27T07:56:36.349-07:00loud inside my headI think what hurts the most, is when you give your all to someone. Through thick and thin you're there for them. You stick with them, no matter what. Then one day, they just give up on you. They won't even fight for you. The one thing you would never have done, they did with no hesitation.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-12181081690878579642012-02-27T06:45:00.003-08:002012-02-27T07:35:51.416-08:00best birthday gift.Goodnight apples ! I own the whole night to myself doing nothing, was planning to change my blog header during my free time but I'm too lazy to do any editing at the moment. Instead, I browsed through tumblr and found massive adorable pictures. Apparently, I did a lot of browsing lately since I don't get much to do after work. Yes, I've settled for a permanent job with my dad since a month ago where my job description comprises almost everything in it. As dad is pretty strained recently with one of his employee committed embezzlement, he deliberately let me taking over most of his job which means more responsibility on my part. Honestly, I love my job and workplace so much. Bet I learnt a lot more than what I could possibly obtained out there. Dad being my mentor is one of the best things I'm grateful of, he has been very patient, wise, inspirational, and motivating all this time. Always thought that working with dad could be such a pain in the ass but he proved me wrong. I get the chance of meeting new people, lobbying big bosses, practicing my mandarin skill, flying overseas on a business trip, and not to mention, the thrill of receiving my first salary !<br /><br />So we (dad and I) were planning on starting another new business apart from what we're doing now because he thinks that if we're capable of doing more, why not. And I'm gonna board on a plane to China this upcoming April to serve that purpose, woohoo. My relationship with dad aren't about job at all pieces, he actually spend few hours everyday to listen to stories about my personal relationship with boys, my future plan, my super-chaotic life back in China, my opinion on tiles' color for our new house, and bla bla bla. Ohh, he even remembered my Chinese birthday today of which I wasn't aware about it myself. Thanks mom and dad, you guys are my greatest birthday gift ever since I was born. And just when I was typing this post about him, he entered my room just to check if I'm asleep, how can I not love love love him?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-16491629465465111412012-02-23T08:04:00.004-08:002012-02-25T08:04:50.921-08:00inhaling, exhalingThere has been a lot of hitches going on in my workplace while I'm not even there for exactly one month yet. I saw how people could be so corrupted, manipulated, dishonored, and degraded in so many ways. Anything dealt with office stuff aren't meant to be spilled here so I couldn't mention much. Anyhow, if somebody feel really sorry for whatever mistake they did and willing to make a better change then I shall give them a second try for an improved upshot in future, with any luck.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippxcv7RxkbclS2PcleBW_ucgDNwdcv1AgyNiDQCT8A-9YxsCpnqAbbYn7xl4OUdplGv4K9Q3tMpzEv4W-BbE1L0FzJszZ4Uswijj-ApvtheHNsgzk4gnBlchQU0cWZrFOnWTOtpH5K9o/s1600/xxx.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippxcv7RxkbclS2PcleBW_ucgDNwdcv1AgyNiDQCT8A-9YxsCpnqAbbYn7xl4OUdplGv4K9Q3tMpzEv4W-BbE1L0FzJszZ4Uswijj-ApvtheHNsgzk4gnBlchQU0cWZrFOnWTOtpH5K9o/s400/xxx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712362994682160322" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-64087138212430110592012-02-20T03:54:00.000-08:002012-02-20T05:12:17.280-08:00happy kid is home.Unlike my super fun living in Shanghai, being back in Medan is a whole lot of torments. But who am I to complain? I've lived enough privileges and luxuries these years, and everyone seems to agree I should live the conversed phase of life starting from my late 21. Speaking of age, I'm turning 22 next month which is a sad thing to celebrate. Since I flew back here month ago, I've made myself busy with running errands for mom and dad, hanging out with friends, focusing on work stuff and spending time with brother who apparently has only 3 more days to spend here. I can't imagine here comes the time I'm finally gonna stick and stay in Medan for a long long time. Good to know I finally get to wake up in my own room, having conversation with my parents everyday, my very own car to drive here and there, someone doing my laundry and cleaning but I miss my old life that much I wanna go back to Shanghai or Beijing or KL. I wouldn't mind waking up in an apartment room, taking cab to everywhere, or even doing my own laundry. I can do an endless whining if I need to, phew.<br /><br />But anyways, life is life. As much as I dislike the way it turns out, I'm living it so I shall save it a vigor. It's a blow that I even have time to regularly update my blog since I'm so foolishly free. Believe it or not, I have those times to actually check on everyone's facebook page or interesting blogs or twitter accounts, I'm a trained stalker may you all beware.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-74063255375223409422012-02-17T08:54:00.000-08:002012-02-17T10:32:12.449-08:00hell-o-bitches<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhNNEeSuo0j2vXXK3WT_VB8ZnEPLiXGRbifvn7jY0EdU7v4kWkACH054tIkKYNy9KwJLmsnPg5Xs_D5yDlHvgFdgUAE-JmksooY3-EXwd1KMv6bTYmOY3_aKQ0QPD_EDelvP0yzEqwgg/s1600/lol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhNNEeSuo0j2vXXK3WT_VB8ZnEPLiXGRbifvn7jY0EdU7v4kWkACH054tIkKYNy9KwJLmsnPg5Xs_D5yDlHvgFdgUAE-JmksooY3-EXwd1KMv6bTYmOY3_aKQ0QPD_EDelvP0yzEqwgg/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710173335959109778" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-34886640166667138022012-02-15T04:57:00.000-08:002012-02-15T04:59:18.178-08:00never judge.A doctor entered the hospital in hurry after being called in for an urgent surgery. He answered the call ASAP, changed his clothes and went directly to the surgery block. <br />He found the boy’s father going and coming in the hall waiting for the doctor. Once seeing him, the dad yelled:<br />“Why did you take all this time to come? Don’t you know that my son’s life is in danger? Don’t you have the sense of responsibility?”<br /><br />The doctor smiled and said:<br />“I am sorry, I wasn’t in the hospital and I came the fastest I could after receiving the call…… And now, I wish you’d calm down so that I can do my work”<br /><br />“Calm down?! What if your son was in this room right now, would you calm down? If your own son dies now what will you do??” said the father angrily<br /><br />The doctor smiled again and replied: “I will say what Job said in the Holy Bible “From dust we came and to dust we return, blessed be the name of God”. Doctors cannot prolong lives. Go and intercede for your son, we will do our best by God’s grace”<br /><br />“Giving advice when we’re not concerned is so easy” Murmured the father.<br /><br />The surgery took some hours after which the doctor went out happy, “Thank God! Your son is saved!”<br /><br />And without waiting for the father’s reply he carried on his way running. “If you have any question, ask the nurse!!”<br /><br />“Why is he so arrogant? He couldn’t wait some minutes so that I ask about my son’s state” Commented the father when seeing the nurse minutes after the doctor left.<br /><br />The nurse answered, tears coming down her face: “His son died yesterday in a road accident, he was in the burial when we called him for your son’s surgery. And now that he saved your son’s life, he left running to finish his son’s burial.”<br /><br />NEVER JUDGE ANYONE because you never know how their life is and as to what is happening or what they’re going through.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-82023797936761552102012-02-10T07:29:00.000-08:002012-02-10T07:30:39.402-08:00cherishing every details of lifeMARRIAGE<br /><br />When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.<br /><br />Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.<br /><br />She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?<br /><br />I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!<br /><br />With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.<br /><br />She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.<br /><br />The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.<br /><br />When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.<br /><br />In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.<br /><br />This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.<br /><br />She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.<br /><br />I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.<br /><br />My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outsidethe door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.<br /><br />On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.<br /><br />On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.<br /><br />On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.<br /><br />She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.<br /><br />Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.<br /><br />Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.<br /><br />But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.<br /><br />I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.<br /><br />She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.<br /><br />Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.<br /><br />At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.<br /><br />That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.<br /><br />My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.– At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband….<br /><br />The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!<br /><br />If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.<br /><br />If you do, you just might save a marriage.<br /><br />Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-16163681385091697292012-02-05T06:16:00.000-08:002012-02-05T06:59:21.296-08:00naive confession and denial.New year, new beginning. That's probably what I said last year, few years ago, many years back then. As a matter of fact, new year doesn't come with a fresh new start, you can't undo what you've done, or in my case, pretend like the past wasn't any trouble. There were lots of ups and downs during my time in Shanghai, unavoidable fights and dramas. I blatantly claimed that I was mature enough to be independent that time which turns out wasn't so right after all. Made mistakes, learnt my lessons and I guess life goes on. Apparently, I wasn't so lucky with my personal relationship either but thanks to you, I learnt it the hard way and here comes the time where we all should finally settle for what it's worth. For some time, I had no clue where this is going, or any idea how I could get through the hustles but if 'stand still and move on' is my only choice then I presume I'll be just fine like any other broken couple.<br /><br />Given the chance that I've moved back to my hometown where everything won't be the same anymore, I'll take it as a rebuilding opportunity or whatever you people call it. The truth is moving on isn't hard, it's what you leave behind that makes it difficult, how every quick flash of scenes and images draw you back without you even realizing. Anyway, none of that matters now, I'm a grown-up and I shall get back up every time life knocks me down. Thanks to you for forgiving, for the chance and for going through the rough time with me, I can be a better me. Now, if it's not too late to greet everyone a very happy Chinese New Year. Best wishes from Lie's.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYhZbxzV2OgGV0uD_x9VWSKO0fCyBODLzfJfeuADhAr74Tbyq4nuwo33RG6NySb9L_ye8_ft9KvBRvVDmC95d14aIAt5mBfAwiVudYAs4PX_wWJxCOPxV_NOsRQxkLk5nqKXLA6jab7Jo/s1600/ff.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYhZbxzV2OgGV0uD_x9VWSKO0fCyBODLzfJfeuADhAr74Tbyq4nuwo33RG6NySb9L_ye8_ft9KvBRvVDmC95d14aIAt5mBfAwiVudYAs4PX_wWJxCOPxV_NOsRQxkLk5nqKXLA6jab7Jo/s400/ff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705665914820143250" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-8889373283082192612012-02-05T06:12:00.001-08:002012-02-05T06:12:40.204-08:00last 2011I’ve made mistakes in my life. I’ve let people take advantage of me, and I accepted way less than I deserve. But, I’ve learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, I’ll know better next time and I won’t settle for anything less than I deserve.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-8278310214819548612011-12-07T01:00:00.000-08:002012-02-05T07:15:32.221-08:00All yours.I tend to view the world with some sort of cynicism. I don’t get well with people I’ve just met because I feel socially awkward around them. Sometimes, I can’t tell if I’m really that way or I make myself out to behave that way as a defense mechanism. Maybe both. I don’t really trust myself or people around me to let my guard down. I feel like the things I say or do may someday be used against me. I am nervous, my fight mechanism is perpetually in overdrive.<br /><br />Then there are certain people who come into my life and somehow manage to break my walls down, slowly but surely. And then the words are tumbling out of my mouth too quick and before I know it my entire being - my feelings, my thoughts, my memories, my secrets, my heart.. Everything is suddenly theirs to keep, to safeguard. And then I get scared. Because those are the people who always end up leaving me, taking parts of me I never get back again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-83991322548928589402011-09-20T01:06:00.000-07:002011-09-20T01:57:46.300-07:0015degrees and lower.I can feel the winter breezes out of my window and it's fucking September right now. Winter is indeed such a pain in the ass where I'll feel gloomy most of the days during that months. Not being able to wear nice outfits, not the mention the intolerable humidity that obviously impacted on my skin at some point. Well, good thing spring comes after winter where by that time I'll be somewhere close to mommy and daddy. Everything with school went not so good I should say, been skipping few classes due to the improper morning schedule plus most of the teachers here are utterly boring. And each time I managed to attend the morning class, I'll end up sleeping half through the class. Epic, doesn't it?<br /><br />Sometimes it made me wonder what the fuck am I doing here. I'm not here to study (goes with the fact I skipped more classes than those I attended), I profoundly spend regular money for unimportant stuff (this one can't be helped). This is seriously ridiculous on second thought, why would I stay far from my beloved ones, why would I waste those kind of money and time, why would I let myself slack through these upcoming 6 months? Where the bitter truth is I could have started working and earned my own money. I hate the way I'm too indulged in the comfort and privileges given by daddy, and often forget that I'm just in the right age to work my ass off instead of keep on spending shit. I demand and give nothing in return :(. Well, pls just wait a bit more, dear mom and dad.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-27697178247013309402011-09-15T04:06:00.000-07:002011-09-15T04:06:33.120-07:00always do, always will.So long my friend! I'm desperate for a good and proper internet connection over here. My lame connection in the dorm is one of many reasons I get furious so often these days. I don't know how to start, but let's begin it this way. Well, I'm currently here in Shanghai, finishing my last half year of Chinese studies. Been here a few times, and now that I get to stay here for quite some time, I realize this is just another great city to live in. Ever since I get here, things are just great, good foods, nice friends, incredible shopping venues, beautiful city and amazing many new things to be learned. I like it here, not a bad place to spend my last half year of fun.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong though, things aren't all so great here. Apparently I left to China just one day after my mom and dad left to Africa for their vacation so I kinda missed the thrill of kissing them goodbye. And worse part of being alone, far from my family is that it makes me sort of emotionally unstable. And yeah, what's worst than a long distance relationship? Number one reason why people giving up on love.<br /><br />Misunderstandings, over-possessiveness, massive insecurities, they are just another shits I wish to kick outta my life. Being in this kind of relationship makes me assuming the worst out of everything and I hate myself for being so negative all along. Not to mention the big fight where we thought we lost respect to each other, where we tried to defend ourselves and keep blaming the other for causing such a mess. Question is who survive LDR? There are some, but most of them, they don't make it no matter how hard they hold on. Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength. Well anyhow, I believe things are gonna work out just the way I want it to be. Happy one and a half boy !Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-62507424245886377272011-08-23T20:34:00.000-07:002011-08-23T20:49:56.318-07:00ain't goodbye yet.Few hours left until my flight to Jakarta and I get all upset that I have to leave lovely people behind. Well, it's just for 6 months though, a very short period of time. I've never once love staying at my hometown, but this time I really had a great time. There was few farewell party and dinner before I left. I shall thank my cousins for the quality time we had, and of course the fun party the other day. Thanks to my high school mates too, who purposely scheduled a day-out with me. Another thanks to my girls for the last memorable night in Medan. Lastly, thank you mom and dad for nagging, yelling, and complaining all the time, I'll sure miss you both. Well, half year it is and I'm done. I'll get to see them as much as I want, I'll get to call them anytime and we'll have so much fun at the end of the day. Take care everyone here, I'll see you guys again in a bit xx ♥Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-12399492670942149142011-08-22T08:36:00.001-07:002011-08-22T09:41:46.995-07:00go to hell irresponsible peopleI guess the title of the post explains everything. No one is ever born irresponsible. It is inside us, the consciousness to become responsible individual that gain respect from other people. But I guess the consciousness does not live in everyone. Some people make decision for themselves, some people do something for themselves, and most of the time, those people do not realize they hurt and cause pain to their surroundings for being so selfish themselves. Doesn't matter though ! Everyone is selfish, it's just the degree of selfishness that differ. My personal judgment, being selfish is okay, but being irresponsible is not.
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<br />We're not living this life by ourselves, we need people around, that is why we have family, relatives, acquaintances, friends, and most importantly life partner. Often for the sake of selfishness, we hurt too many people and worse, not even feel sorry about it. But what's worst? IRRESPONSIBLE. Yes, being irresponsible is far way more disrespectful than being selfish. I hate it when people did something awful and act like it's no big deal. Come on shallow people, can you just stop hurting other's feeling? This world does not fucking revolve around you. So please, just please think twice for every decision you're making.
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<br />Okay, what I'm trying to say is sort of twisted and difficult to explain. An example or illustration could do better description. Let's say you're finding a partner to start a business, you got the deal, signed a contract, and every decision in future are made by two of you. You can't simply act like you wish and think your partner will be okay with it, that's absurd. Good thing is, there is a law ! You can always sue your partner for breaching the contract under tort or negligence. Thus for every loss you suffer, you'll be compensated in some way.
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<br />However, there is this partnership that does not based on any contract. You both decide to form a strong bond together and that's it ! Just you and me. I could acted like an asshole and there's nothing you can do about it. Dang ! How unfair is that? Right, very unfair. There's no effing law you could use to sue me, nothing. You either deal with it or break up. This is why I wish nothing but responsibility from my partner.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-56756397891934459292011-08-21T23:09:00.000-07:002011-08-21T23:31:41.050-07:006 monthsLeaving house in 2 days doesn't feel so right, I get so upset and scared. This time is 6 months, more or less. Well, mom is always mom, dad is always dad, brothers are always brothers, cousins are always cousins, regardless of how frequent we contacted each other, nothing will change. But someone is not always someone. Today we're stranger, the next day you're my date, the day after tomorrow we could pretend like we never knew each other. Sucks big time. Apparently, 6 months is definitely a very short period of time, but you know, when people changed, 1 day is more than enough, we never know.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-23925244840399528522011-08-18T06:48:00.000-07:002011-08-18T06:49:02.833-07:00If eyes could speakStanding close to me close enough to reach perfect time to tell her
<br />But I can't even put the words together
<br />Bevelizing eyes getting in my disguise
<br />Can't you see me hiding?
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<br />What am I afraid of a finding?
<br />I know what I'm thinking
<br />But the words won't come out
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<br />If eyes could speak
<br />One look would say everything
<br />About the way you smile,
<br />The way you laugh
<br />The way you dress,
<br />The way your beauty leaves me breathless
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<br />If eyes could speak
<br />I wouldn't have to talk
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<br />Here we go again trying to pretend My hand is steady
<br />The way she looks tonight isn't helping
<br />Vision's getting blur gotta calm my nerves, it's now or never
<br />There's only one way to the answer
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<br />I know what to tell her
<br />But the words won't come out
<br />
<br />If eyes could speak
<br />One look would say everything
<br />About the way you smile,
<br />The way you laugh
<br />The way you dress,
<br />The way your beauty leaves me breathless
<br />
<br />If eyes could speak
<br />I wouldn't have to talk
<br />
<br />Maybe I can finally care of us
<br />Finally get the nervous people mind
<br />And tell you the things I can't say
<br />And baby I would look into your eyes
<br />And maybe you will finally realize
<br />Words are just words anyway
<br />
<br />If eyes could speak
<br />One look would say everything
<br />About the way you smile,
<br />The way you laugh
<br />The way you dress,
<br />The way your beauty leaves me breathless
<br />
<br />If eyes could speak
<br />I wouldn't have to talk
<br />
<br />I tell you all about
<br />The way you smile,
<br />The way you laugh
<br />The way you dress,
<br />The way your beauty leaves me breathless
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<br />If eyes could speak
<br />I wouldn't have to talkUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6891290089485403577.post-77002240916651931792011-08-18T06:02:00.000-07:002011-08-18T06:51:24.742-07:00marry me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9eVDUwAZ2ARpNtEsVqt6QKzq_0akHjA-jXvKsOhTusQbya8FG_uXM8k3UzibMvmRTWP47UyTblnVcv0WmeiVCx6Z0VomMpVxqBmQduT-ZgYvxQpQwrG2anXZ0zvlWFL9YrkDhGUajOWA/s1600/tumblr_llv5p4dZQz1qaobbko1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9eVDUwAZ2ARpNtEsVqt6QKzq_0akHjA-jXvKsOhTusQbya8FG_uXM8k3UzibMvmRTWP47UyTblnVcv0WmeiVCx6Z0VomMpVxqBmQduT-ZgYvxQpQwrG2anXZ0zvlWFL9YrkDhGUajOWA/s400/tumblr_llv5p4dZQz1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642180975728894562" /></a>
<br />Forever can never be long enough for me, to feel like I've had long enough with you. Forget the world now we won't let them see, but there's one thing left to do. Now that the weight has lifted, love has surely shifted my way. Marry me, today and every day ♥Unknownnoreply@blogger.com