tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64285735725383701802024-02-02T14:20:49.276+08:00Hello World...how've you been?melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-72605130725200539432015-07-29T23:22:00.001+08:002015-07-29T23:22:20.533+08:00joke of the day<div>
Dear <i>Landscape Architect</i>,</div>
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We notice that the trees in the rooftop garden start to tilt towards the sun. Why do the trees tilt towards the sun? Can you explain this?</div>
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Warmest regards,</div>
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<i>A certain PM of a well known company</i></div>
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<i>...duh... Somebody must have skipped his / her science class...</i></div>
melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-74150941153105322622015-06-24T22:33:00.001+08:002015-06-24T22:33:29.861+08:00Silly Things I've Done #7*Entering my room, lights were off, a sign that says my sister was sleeping / in the process of sleeping.<br />
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Suddenly, I saw movements in front of our wardrobe mirror. A dark figure with long hair dangling around her face was crawling in front of the mirror.<br />
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I was stunned, thought that Sadako appeared. I almost screamed. Almost. Luckily.<br />
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What stopped me from screaming was the realisation that this 'Sadako' was crouching over her mobile phone checking for updates.<br />
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D*** it, I hate my sister when she does that...melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-71772163233314034612014-09-15T22:28:00.000+08:002014-09-13T00:41:36.401+08:00Girls, Can You Relate to This?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I certainly can.<br />
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Oh, there's the guys' version too.melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-4150158118831719372014-09-15T20:43:00.000+08:002014-09-19T00:08:25.001+08:00Silly Things I've Done #6<i>At nearby McDonald outlet</i><br />
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Me: "Can I have McChicken Wings meal, please?"<br />
Cashier: "Sure. What would you like to drink?"<br />
Me: "Sprite, please."<br />
Cashier: "Do you want to upsize?"<br />
Me: "No."<br />
Cashier: "OK. Eat here or take away?"<br />
Me: "Take away. Can I change the fries to seaweed shaker fries?"<br />
Cashier: "I'm sorry, no.. If you want it, you have to @#$!@##$&*"<br />
Me: (<i>Thinking that @#$!@##$&* was spoken in Chinese</i>) "I'm sorry, can you speak in English?"<br />
Cashier: "I AM speaking English. I was saying, if you want the shaker fries, you have to upsize your meal. Do you understand what I'm saying?"<br />
Me: "Perfectly clear, Sir."<br />
<i>(Drat, I shouldn't eat that muscle relaxant pill and going around talking to people...)</i>melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-79500857192103109752014-09-13T00:33:00.000+08:002014-09-13T00:33:51.232+08:00Guys and Girls in Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
It's not easy for a girl. It's not easy for a guy too.</div>
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Guys, I know how hard it is for you. You have to be the one chasing after the girl and put all the efforts to get your love. Even when you're not sure what the result may be. But remember, whether you're successful or not, it takes two sides to decide. You need an opponent in the game. Without her, you'll be playing alone and it's just ridiculous to play alone. So, be mindful of what she's going through.<br />
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Girls, I know how hard it is for you. I AM a girl too. I know how annoying it is when a guy keeps saying how nice it is to be a girl because all she has to do is to accept or reject. Decision making is never an easy thing to do. I'm sure you guys understand. So, girls, don't blindly decide. You have to see and respect the efforts the guys are making.<br />
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So, guys and girls, always be mindful of what you say. You don't know what the others are going through. Even though you just want to joke about it. Even jokes can lose its wittiness if it's said too many times.<br />
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Always respect others.melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-74257674258146498342014-07-17T11:24:00.000+08:002014-07-17T11:25:08.863+08:00Celebrities doppelgänger #2Ha, and it was only yesterday I thought I wouldn't find another celebrities doppelgänger. Here is an additional pair I've just remembered. Please welcome, our first Indonesian celebrity doppelgänger!<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupb1XA8PIMKKVuKOYkIOsRTx0Vr_XpFh_jrENcPihAq1SbOa5_3R7q4miTaGEB-7g1xwuUJEC6TRo178nxm1DLCNV6sdUd9uBYJ3EZT4NIqijcJcTLX8o-8mdapOXuVrOdo69nOT-pMQ/s1600/Marcell+-+Legend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupb1XA8PIMKKVuKOYkIOsRTx0Vr_XpFh_jrENcPihAq1SbOa5_3R7q4miTaGEB-7g1xwuUJEC6TRo178nxm1DLCNV6sdUd9uBYJ3EZT4NIqijcJcTLX8o-8mdapOXuVrOdo69nOT-pMQ/s1600/Marcell+-+Legend.jpg" height="232" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marcell Siahaan - John Legend</td></tr>
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<br />melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-25328073606183011852014-07-16T17:22:00.002+08:002014-07-17T11:41:28.049+08:00Celebrities doppelgänger #1After watching numerous movies, series and dramas, I found that some celebrities have doppelgänger! To me, they really look alike. Here are some of them I managed to find so far.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlA5QkTYuKihHshQyE7bcg-iv8-YjRRGjMbk03fZAK9tAVaKIk101fN6DFj9UTiMjFPs9-XEW7-TLQpbccuglh2sNtHdOguUPeVe3qHu37EYuWWzrRYaRtMqDH264HUdlud_vPhQhYh8/s1600/takuya-wonbin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlA5QkTYuKihHshQyE7bcg-iv8-YjRRGjMbk03fZAK9tAVaKIk101fN6DFj9UTiMjFPs9-XEW7-TLQpbccuglh2sNtHdOguUPeVe3qHu37EYuWWzrRYaRtMqDH264HUdlud_vPhQhYh8/s1600/takuya-wonbin.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Takuya Kimura - Won Bin</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPzCK03qFqNnaenXSl1BecLeUCx5pejwwTWrtoXxi3NU2QENQ6zHjrR_DFxROBRQZN3j2UVRjFIQm1YErL9PQyzpQTMlBK6nJcCGetrWX9bZCsf3lSXpZZfyzhy2yRjQisLYWTDUbixw/s1600/Ye+Ji-won+-+Kim+Sun-ah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPzCK03qFqNnaenXSl1BecLeUCx5pejwwTWrtoXxi3NU2QENQ6zHjrR_DFxROBRQZN3j2UVRjFIQm1YErL9PQyzpQTMlBK6nJcCGetrWX9bZCsf3lSXpZZfyzhy2yRjQisLYWTDUbixw/s1600/Ye+Ji-won+-+Kim+Sun-ah.jpg" height="155" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ye Ji-won - Kim Sun-ah</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9YFpfx7oGVxSM1No3WIlKaUu5FFx93iLt-pCV5kr34BoY5hnxZ5IExPC6v8iQXKoHbRafCJxEfg_8qFGvnShD97My9ThDpHIgpwp21XHVxWQEC7sHpZyOxdIrCStA4Xn4dqqBiTq8D0/s1600/Isla+Fisher+-+Amy+Adams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9YFpfx7oGVxSM1No3WIlKaUu5FFx93iLt-pCV5kr34BoY5hnxZ5IExPC6v8iQXKoHbRafCJxEfg_8qFGvnShD97My9ThDpHIgpwp21XHVxWQEC7sHpZyOxdIrCStA4Xn4dqqBiTq8D0/s1600/Isla+Fisher+-+Amy+Adams.jpg" height="266" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isla Fisher - Amy Adams</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtLFyFVtzZEJ1hMDCiYvZhQrzKxabYuQQ7rbyPNZutDIzFBY2Th58zP38TItcpOcxEaYyoA6hqIgGXZ8MmFClCGIwh19fuzDAOmhMHVYjQs885DNxrPwPtBS8gXrdlL9GdqpJaDi3sY0/s1600/Purcell+-+Lachey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtLFyFVtzZEJ1hMDCiYvZhQrzKxabYuQQ7rbyPNZutDIzFBY2Th58zP38TItcpOcxEaYyoA6hqIgGXZ8MmFClCGIwh19fuzDAOmhMHVYjQs885DNxrPwPtBS8gXrdlL9GdqpJaDi3sY0/s1600/Purcell+-+Lachey.jpg" height="250" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dominic Purcell - Nick Lachey</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmjExMA6nmYPq-6XahAUAG-ZwNpJbpgvqWhaMdJtm67XWBK7f1I4mTQv3PLgUWOtz5M9mZo6VRG9aghFxti2mTYjWRj0sMwkg6WIlJzPYjuAipFkwlOBpOKJCcpjI5AHqiu_GllEs5u0/s1600/Yoon+Eun-hye+-+Jung+So-min.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmjExMA6nmYPq-6XahAUAG-ZwNpJbpgvqWhaMdJtm67XWBK7f1I4mTQv3PLgUWOtz5M9mZo6VRG9aghFxti2mTYjWRj0sMwkg6WIlJzPYjuAipFkwlOBpOKJCcpjI5AHqiu_GllEs5u0/s1600/Yoon+Eun-hye+-+Jung+So-min.jpg" height="200" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yoon Eun-hye - Jung So-min</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxqEHzCNH9dBqKH8NF54DnE79ctX_kibxbIDW5flTIyL19BjdhhFojE_1auBivJEjoTUerDaZl6wvt01eh0mCNq283N8QfuNUZpZY7sSh_U-cnckazni32AoliPgE_yTa4EunS44am8U/s1600/Son+Ye-jin+-+Kim+So-hyun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxqEHzCNH9dBqKH8NF54DnE79ctX_kibxbIDW5flTIyL19BjdhhFojE_1auBivJEjoTUerDaZl6wvt01eh0mCNq283N8QfuNUZpZY7sSh_U-cnckazni32AoliPgE_yTa4EunS44am8U/s1600/Son+Ye-jin+-+Kim+So-hyun.jpg" height="250" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Son Ye-jin - Kim So-hyun</td></tr>
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What do you think? Well, the Koreans probably look like each other because of the plastic surgeries which they might have gone through.<br />
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Maybe I'll post more photos if I encounter more celebrities doppelgängers. </div>
melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-53679617352042095542014-06-03T10:16:00.000+08:002014-06-03T10:18:42.499+08:00joke of the dayA: "B, badanmu ga sakit?"<br />
B: "Ha? Sakit apaan?"<br />
A: "Itu.. kamu kan baru jatuh dari surga. Sakit ga?"<br />
B: "..."<br />
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<i>a few minutes after that...</i><br />
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B: "A, kamu ga capek?"<br />
A: "Hah? Capek knp?"<br />
B: "Kamu emang ga capek abis manjat keluar dari neraka?"<br />
A: "..."melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-6113144334826220932014-05-26T14:26:00.000+08:002014-05-26T14:26:06.676+08:00A Horror Story<i>One Sunday night while walking through a vast, dark garden after our photo-shoot session for the church.</i><br />
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A: "Err, it's very dark here, so scary."<br />B: "It's perfect for telling ghost story!"<br />
C: "Wanna hear one? I'll tell you one. Tomorrow is Monday."melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-75473442844179957682014-05-20T16:09:00.000+08:002014-05-22T11:02:55.844+08:00Silly Things I've Done #5<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>"Salah Baca"</b></span></div>
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NOTE: Aku ga se-despo itu buat dipanggil cantik kok ㅠ.ㅠ I read way, way too fast. Scan reading is dangerous.melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-59855572756770336552014-05-16T13:23:00.001+08:002014-05-16T14:13:44.777+08:00Almost lover (alias TTM? or Friends with Benefits)Nice tune, nice voice, nice song. This song is for all of you who are in a "complicated" relationship, or "friends with benefits" or what we, Indonesians, call it "TTM (Teman Tapi Mesra)". I hope you can get out of such situation soon. Blessed are those who aren't and weren't. I hope you won't experience such a thing :D<br />
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melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-67433838544147581762014-04-02T12:35:00.000+08:002014-04-02T12:39:06.167+08:00Sounds familiar?Try listening to the song by Rixton, "Me and My Broken Heart" below. Focus on the chorus.<br />
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Ever heard that chord progression somewhere? The similar melody in other song?<br />
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I immediately thought of Rob Thomas' "Lonely No More".<br />
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Agree? No?melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-38038218113031791412014-03-05T17:32:00.000+08:002014-05-20T13:09:07.230+08:00Global Warming<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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"Greenpeace co-founder Patrick Moore tells US Senate there is 'no proof' humans cause climate change"</b></span>
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That <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/environment/climate-change/greenpeace-cofounder-patrick-moore-tells-us-senate-there-is-no-proof-humans-cause-climate-change-9159627.html#">title</a> left me dumb founded. Really? That statement came out from Greenpeace co-founder?<br />
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I'm certainly not an expert in climate change, but what I do know is that this earth is certainly getting warmer than decades ago. There are proofs on that. Sea level is rising, ice caps are melting, drought is longer, weather is more extreme. Let me repeat; it certainly is a fact that the earth's temperature keep rising since 10 years ago. Mr Moore didn't deny it either.<br />
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So why waste time debating with IPCC's claim whether or not human activity is the dominant cause of the climate change? Even if it's not the dominant cause, the fact is the earth is getting hotter and hotter. Even if it's not the dominant cause, shouldn't we do something about this continuously increasing temperature? Even if it's not the dominant cause, isn't it still one of the cause?<br />
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I understand that knowing the dominant cause of global warming will lead to (maybe) efficient solutions on keeping the earth's temperature constant. But, how long shall we wait until we know what that is? While the scientists keep searching for the cause, the temperature won't stop rising.<br />
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Since the scientists already know that one of the cause is human activity, shouldn't we tackle this one problem first? However significant it is? For the good of mankind?<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"><b>"However, I am confident that history will bear me out, both in terms of the futility of relying on computer models to predict the future, and the fact that warmer temperatures are better than colder temperatures for most species." - Patrick Moore</b></span></blockquote>
Well, I doubt that he will participate in any action to reduce the rate of rising temperature.<br />
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There is no sure guarantee that the temperature will stop rising. Based on trend, scientists conclude that it will keep rising at uncontrollable rate if we don't do anything.<br />
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Certainly Mr Moore is not the one experiencing long drought in Africa, or evacuating to higher lands because of rising sea level. If this continues, I'm worried that <i>Pulau Seribu</i>, archipelago just west off Jakarta, will be no more. And many others islands. I'm worried that capital of Indonesia, Jakarta, will have to move somewhere else because it will be underwater by then. I'm worried that there is no enough land for people to live on.<br />
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And what a wonderful timing that I read an article about an <a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/news/ancient-virus-resurrected-after-30000-years-scientists-say/" target="_blank">ancient virus from 30,000 years ago was resurrected in a lab</a>. Warmer world means more permafrost are rapidly melting. This discovery worries the experts that more harmful pathogens could be revived. Maybe by then one of the apocalypse movies is no longer a fiction.<br />
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Still think that a warmer world (and it will continue that way unless we do something I think) is better?melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-72235546839407592142014-02-27T13:23:00.002+08:002014-02-27T13:23:59.388+08:00FacesI went to toilet and accidentally looked at this, and it made me smile:<br />
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See the face? It's quite cute, isn't it?<br />
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I didn't rearrange the toilet rolls. They're just accidentally arranged like that.<br />
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I think I saw somewhere about a photo project done by a certain person to capture faces in everyday stuff we see.<br />
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Well, if I'm not lazy (and remember about it), I want to start my own project.melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-49729153051027987412014-02-17T13:33:00.000+08:002014-02-17T13:33:14.271+08:00joke of the day<i>During Sunday School lesson for preschoolers, when reviewing the lesson towards the end of the class.</i><div>
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A: <i>(innocently replies)</i> "Me!"</div>
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Me: <i>(stifling laughter)</i></div>
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(It happened around 10 years ago)<br />
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<i>At church, after the Sunday Service and when we (my dad, mom, 2 sisters, brother and I) were going out of the sanctuary shaking hands with church members.</i><br />
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Church member: <i>(shaking hands with each one of us, I was the last one on the line)</i> "Oh, these are your kids?<br />
<i>(to my eldest sis)</i> Oh, this must be the eldest one...<br />
<i>(to my 2<sup>nd</sup> sis)</i> And this is the 2<sup>nd</sup> daughter. How tall you are!<br />
<i>(to my brother)</i> Ah! And this must be the youngest! The only son!<br />
<i>(to me)</i> And this is? <i>(facing my eldest sis)</i> Your friend?"<br />
Me: "..."<br />
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(It happened during my 2013 Christmas - 2014 New Year holiday in Surabaya)<br />
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<i>At church, before the service began and when we (my dad, mom, my 2nd sis, brother and I) were greeting church members. Suddenly, my mother came to me, laughing like there's no tomorrow.</i><br />
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Me: "What's wrong?"<br />
Mom: "You know what, there's a church member who thought that you're your brother's girlfriend."<br />
Me: "...Urghh..."<br />
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<i>(starting to really doubt that I'm a member of this family)</i><br />
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(It happened during my 2013 Christmas - 2014 New Year holiday in Surabaya)<br />
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<i>At church, before the service began and when I was chatting with one of my old friend's mom. I wasn't that close with her, but I knew that she has a younger brother and a younger sister.</i><br />
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Mrs. X: "Hi! Long time no see! How are you?"<br />
Me: "I'm fine. Thanks for asking."<br />
Mrs. X: "How's Singapore? Getting used to the life there?"<br />
Me: "Yes, pretty much. Everything's convenient over there, so it's good." <i>(Starting to think that she doesn't quite remember how long I've stayed in Singapore)</i><br />
Mrs. X: "Good to hear! Do you remember my son? He's finishing his Master Degree in US right now."<br />
Me: "Oh? Wow. He's taken his Master Degree already? How time flies." <i>(Starting to suspect that this conversation is going to the wrong direction. Does she know I'm the same age as her eldest daughter? Take my hints already!)</i><br />
Mrs. X: "Right? And he's in town right now! You two should go out and have a meal together, to catch up."<br />
Me: <i>(triumphant smile on my face, my guess is correct)</i> "Sure! By the way, how's Patsy? Where is she now?<br />
Mrs. X: <i>(surprised that I was calling my friend's nickname without any honorific)</i> "Oh? You know her?"<br />
Me: "Of course! We were together in Sunday School and we took DK* together last time. We are of the same age." <i>(I added the last sentence, in case she still doesn't get it)</i><br />
Mrs. X: <i>(disappointed look on her face)</i> "Oh, yeah. She's fine, working in Jakarta now..."<br />
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Gone away your chance to matchmake your son with me :) I'm flattered though, that she thinks I'm so young.<br />
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*DK - my church's Bible Study Class.melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-40572108955283774762014-02-07T16:30:00.000+08:002014-02-10T16:21:33.911+08:00A Strange Encounter at the Airport<div dir="ltr">
I was on my way to the bus stop at Changi Airport basement car park when a lady stopped me. She was lost and trying to ask for direction in a very poor English. Lucky I caught a glimpse of her passport, which told me that she's Indonesian. Quickly I told her to speak to me in Indonesian so I can help her. </div>
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Her friends left her behind when she was caught up at the immigration line. She passed me her passport for me to check. From her passport I gathered that she arrived in Singapore from Jakarta and was going to Qatar next. She didn't know where to go since the officer at the check in gate refused to let her in. From her look, I assumed that she's a domestic helper being sent to Qatar for work. </div>
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She passed me her passport twice. Without a tiniest doubt. That's when I decided that she wasn't a con woman. Besides, her face looked really worried. </div>
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"My group leader told me to just show this piece of paper to the officer when I want to check in. I showed it to the officer, but he just waved me away. I wonder what's wrong and my friends are not with me. Can you please tell me where I should go?". The piece of paper she talked about was a document in Arabic letters which of course I can't read. But I got a feeling that it was just a visa document for her to be allowed entry to the country. </div>
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I thought she just merely didn't know where the departure area and the gates are. She looked really lost when I told her it's at Level 1, so I decided to just accompany her there.<br />
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On the way, I asked where her ticket to Qatar was, so that I know which airline and which gate that airline was at.</div>
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"The officer also asked me the same thing, but I don't have it. It's with the group leader and I don't know where he is." </div>
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What I thought was just a simple lost person case quickly became complicated.</div>
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<i>"You need to buy the ticket on the spot if you really need to fly today, and I tell you, it's not going to be cheap."</i> </div>
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"Yes, I know", that's all she said. </div>
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I asked the airport staff where I could buy a plane ticket on the spot for Qatar airways. The staff told me that I had to go to Terminal 3. We were at Terminal 1. So I led her to walk towards the sky train connecting Terminal 1 and 3. </div>
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While walking, my mind was in a mess.</div>
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<i>What should I do once I reach Terminal 3? With what money can she buy the ticket? She didn't look like </i><i>carrying</i><i> a lot of money with her. If she can't buy the ticket, what should I do next? Leave her with the police? Get a place for her to stay? Where? How? God please help. I really don't know what to do. I only wanted to help. Why must it become this complicated?</i> </div>
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"Mbak*...no need to send me to Terminal 3! My friends are here! Thank you so much mbak!!", suddenly she exclaimed and hugged me, full of relief. Her friends were all sitting at the seats near the sky train area to Terminal 3.</div>
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Her exclamation cleared my cloud of thoughts in a matter of seconds. I didn't know who helped whom anymore. I felt relieved as well by her words.</div>
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Thank God I didn't have to send her to police nor to pay her ticket to Qatar. I hugged her back, silently thanking God for taking care of it for me. </div>
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Well, I think the phrase "You will receive happiness when you help someone" really is true, though I experienced it in an unexpected way.</div>
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>*Mbak</b> is a term in Indonesian to call a young female person. Similar to Miss in English.</span></i></div>
melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-51521708815762383042014-02-06T21:51:00.002+08:002014-02-07T16:31:19.683+08:00Rapunzel PuzzleThis was my 2<sup>nd</sup> puzzle project. Thanks to those who bought this for my 25<sup>th</sup> birthday present. You've listened very well :)<br />
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This is a late post since actually I worked on the puzzle during my Christmas - New Year holiday in Surabaya, to kill idle time when I was at home. I finished it all by myself. In 4 days. I'm very proud of it. Next time, I gotta do faster.<br />
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I left the puzzle in Surabaya because initially I planned to frame it there. But then I was thinking, where should I put it after I frame it. So, in the end I didn't get it framed. I keep it in parts, like the previous puzzle.<br />
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Oh, how I can't wait for my next puzzle project.melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-71839262601400991962014-02-06T17:34:00.001+08:002014-02-10T17:08:14.603+08:00Taxi TalkDue to the nature of my work, I travel a lot by taxi. Since then, I have been engaged in numerous trivial talks with the taxi driver. Some are super trivial; talking about my home town, Indonesia, travelling plans, etc. Some are interesting; discussing about the behaviour of taxi drivers, about governments and just recently, about love.<br />
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First of all, I'd like to thank the taxi driver just now (sorry, I didn't get your name, was under severe headache attack and I didn't want to make it worse by reading your name plate) for your kind advice. It's really funny and meaningful at the same time.<br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;">An Advise of Love</span><br />
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"Are your parents against interracial marriage?"<br />
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<i>"Yes, as far as I know."</i><br />
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"What would you do if you love a man not of your race, love him very much? Would you go against your parents and fight for your love or listen to your parents?"<br />
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That question baffled me for a moment.<br />
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<i>"I was never in such situation, so I don't know. Probably I'd listen to my parents. If they're against it, I won't push too hard. They know better."</i><br />
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"Well, my wife fight for me. And I'm glad she did. She went as far as going against her parents. Her parents disowned her at that time, wouldn't even look at me. Her brother pushed me and talked rudely to me. Now that we are happily living life as husband and wife, and still together until now, they accepted her back. Well, not too surprising, since her other siblings had failed marriages, though they married Chinese. The husbands of her sisters fell to gambling and womanizing. It's just so sad. So I tell you, <span style="color: blue;"><b><i>don't marry young, marry around 28-30 years old, and marry the right guy</i></b>.</span>"<br />
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<a name='more'></a>He is a policeman retiree of Indian descent. Now he's working as taxi driver. His wife is Chinese. They are happily married for 40 years, have 4 children, all are brought up very well. His eldest son is a lawyer, earning $18,000/month. Single and very very available. His youngest son is of the same age as me and also a lawyer, though earning much less than his brother, "only" $6,000/month. His daughters, all look like Chinese, all are married to Indian guys. His sons all look like Indian, and his wife wants them to marry Chinese girls.<br />
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"You are a beautiful girl, so you need to be careful in choosing a guy. The key is to make sure that he's the right guy. My wife was sure that I am the right guy for her. That's why she fought hard for me. I didn't talk back to her parents and her brothers and that what made her love me and assured her that I'm the One. But she told me, if her brother assaulted me, just assault him back.<br />
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"<span style="color: blue;"><b><i>Don't fall in love with guys who want to be intimate under the pretence of love.</i></b> <b><i>If he really loves you, he will wait. He will respect you. </i></b></span>All the kissing, hugging can wait if he really loves you. <b><i><span style="color: blue;">If he says 'If you love me, you'll let me do that', just say to him, 'Then give me all your money if you really love me'</span></i></b> <i>(that's a good one by the way).</i> That's what my wife said to me before getting married. She said, 'My money is mine and don't you dare spend any of it without my blessing. Your money is my money and I will manage it'. I love her and I trust her, so I give all my salary to her. Oh, and I wait until we get married of course. I respect her.<br />
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"I loved her then and I still love her now. Ever since we got married, she can't go to sleep if I don't hold her hand. Even though when she wakes up she's at the other corner of the bed, but when it's time to sleep, she has to hold my hand. So when she sleeps, I also need to sleep. I can't do anything with only one hand anyway.<br />
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"And people always know that my wife always sits on my right. No other people can sit on my right. Not even my children. They know it's the seat for my wife. All these little things that seem unimportant are very dear to me.<br />
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"So, the important point is to be sure that he's the right guy. <span style="color: blue;"><b><i>He has to love you more than you love him. Test him if you need to,</i></b> </span>just like my wife did. She did that to make sure that I'm the One. She just suddenly disappeared for two weeks and I couldn't do anything right. When she came back, she said sorry and told me that it was to make sure I'm the right one.<br />
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"No matter what his race is, if he's the right one, fight for it."<br />
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Wow, that was one heck of an advice. <i>(update) </i>Now, I don't really agree to everything he said, but I do agree to those highlighted statements. I certainly don't want to go against my parents for love, again. Been there, learnt that, and won't do the same mistake ever again.<br />
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I can say that my relationship with my parents is pretty good. They know me ever since I was born. The guy whom I'm going to spend the rest of my life with (if he really exists) will only know me for around 3-4 years probably. Some say that the duration of knowing someone is not important, the quality is. Well, yes, I agree, and both the quantity and quality of my parents knowing me are good. So logically speaking, I shouldn't go fight with my parents for someone I barely know. If your relationship with your parents isn't good, then you should take advice from someone who's more like parents to you. <i>(update ends)</i><br />
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I'm not racist or anything, and I believe my parents are also not racist. I respect all kinds of people as much as I can. I believe my parents don't want us to have interracial marriage because they don't want any evil whispers directed towards us. They just want the best for our lives. I believe so. After all, they're the ones who know us well ever since we're born. Who am I to say otherwise? And I know if the guy is the right guy, everything will work out well even though he's not Chinese.<br />
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So, go and find the right guy. Don't fall prey to temptation or sugar-coated whispers full of promise of love.melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-86035893375921858112014-02-05T17:35:00.001+08:002014-02-05T17:35:25.009+08:00joke of the day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...oops, you've got caught searching for wi-fi.melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-60930399653502200112014-01-28T13:08:00.000+08:002014-01-28T13:30:28.593+08:00Wonders of Google+ PhotosI just recently turned on auto back-up to Google+ for the photos stored in my phone. Then, this is what I found when I browsed my photos through the web version of the Google+:<br />
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I think Google has announced this feature during Google I/O 2013 but I forgot. Anyway, what it does is compiling at least 5 consecutive photos taken and making it into short .gif animation. The feature is called "Auto Awesome". Awesome indeed, haha.<br />
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Here is another one:<br />
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Never cease to be amazed by how cute my nephew is :)melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-31631539518028967672014-01-26T22:22:00.000+08:002014-02-17T13:34:08.212+08:00joke of the day#1<br />
Bro: <i>(pointing at a "Buy 1 Get 1" banner)</i> "Look at that promotion banner. See something wrong?"<br />
Me: "Nope. What's wrong with it?"<br />
Bro: "Well, of course if you buy one, you'll get one. Don't you think so? If you get two, the shop won't survive."<br />
Me: "..."<br />
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<i>(in front of "Leftfoot" store)</i><br />
Bro: "Why the name?"<br />
Me: "Because it only sells the left shoes."<br />
Bro: "..."<br />
Me: "Really! That's why they always put that "Buy 1 Get 1 FREE" poster, so you can get a pair."<br />
Bro: "............."<br />
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<a name='more'></a>#3<br />
Me: "Sis, what's the name of the airport in Yogyakarta?"<br />
Sis: <i>(confidently)</i> "Adhi Sutikno."<br />
Me: "... Yeah, right. It's actually our Dad's friend's name."<br />
Sis: "No wonder it sounds familiar."melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-15781113007857165892014-01-25T22:17:00.000+08:002014-01-27T14:46:42.645+08:00Silly Things I've Done #4<div dir="ltr">
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<li><span style="color: #e69138;">Flagged down a police car instead of a taxi. Twice.</span> To my defense, it was already late at night.</li>
<li><span style="color: #e69138;">Ate a clearly (vaguely to me) spoiled 'babi kecap'</span> just because I didn't want to waste food. Puked big time the next day.</li>
<li><span style="color: #e69138;">Absent-mindedly put a sizzling hot spoon from the pot on my mouth.</span> Ouchie.</li>
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melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-18083645759450374052014-01-12T18:34:00.001+08:002014-04-03T13:12:06.440+08:00Frozen - Not Your Ordinary Disney Princess Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">"Some people are worth melting for"</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">- Olaf, the Snowman</span></div>
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Even before I watched it, I've fallen in love with the movie. The music, the song, the lyrics, the dialogue, all have captured my attention in a zap. Though I only caught half a sentence of the song (<i>"For the first time in forever...</i>") and that quote above from the trailer, I was sure it's gonna be good.<br />
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And it is.<br />
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It breaks the usual formula where the Princess is swept away by Prince Charming, just like <i>Brave</i> did, which I also love.<br />
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The story is about two Princesses from city of Arendelle. Elsa and Anna are two very close sisters until Elsa's power causes an accident and forces the castle to be locked up and both sisters kept separate from each other. The King of Arendelle encourages Elsa to continue practicing in solitary until she can keep her power under control. "Conceal, don't feel. Be the good girl you always have to be" is what she keeps muttering to herself.<br />
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Her solitary practice leaves Anna all alone in the castle with no one to play with. Not knowing the reason why.<br />
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In their separation, their parents dies at sea, leaving Elsa to be the Queen.<br />
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After Elsa comes of age, the castle is once again opened for the coronation day. Anna is very excited to finally be able to meet people and have real interaction with them. And of course, a chance to find "The One".<br />
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On the contrary, Elsa keeps her cool, always keeps her distance from people, afraid that her power may become known and harm her people.<br />
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After meeting Hans, the 13th Prince of the Southern Isles, Anna is sure that they are meant to be together. Elsa is flabbergasted when Anna and Hans seeks her blessing for marriage. After only one day. For Godsake.<br />
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Well, I kinda agree with Elsa not to give blessing to them, but she looses her control over her power and winter sets indefinitely in the city, when it's supposed to be summer time. She flees to isolation, to keep the rest of the people safe. She doesn't know that winter never leaves with her from Arendelle.<br />
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Feels guilty, Anna sets off to look for her sister and persuade her to come back. She meets Kristoff on her quest, and Sven, his reindeer, and Olaf, the Snowman which Elsa built when they were kids. Talking, living snowman, who dreams of living in summer. Gosh. "Someone has to tell him!". I agree.<br />
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The rest of the story is a pretty typical adventure to save the Princesses. Anna gets struck on the heart accidentally by Elsa, and is dying slowly, freezing to death. Only an act of true love can save her.<br />
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Everybody thinks of Hans and True Love's Kiss. But Hans is only after her Kingdom. Ha. Strike off Prince Charming from the list. And True Love's Kiss.<br />
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Elsa, who's facing death penalty after Hans one-sidedly declares himself the ruler of Arendelle, runs away from the prison and is distressed after hearing the false news of her sister's death. Hans is on her tail, ready to swing his sword to kill her, only to be stopped by Anna who turns to ice.<br />
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All is calm momentarily and time seems to stop. Then, a crack grows on the ice-Anna, until she comes back to life. Overjoyed, Elsa has an epiphany that love is all she needs to keep her power under control. Summer comes back to Arendelle and Olaf has his own personal snow to keep him frozen. Hans is deported. Power comes back to Queen Elsa. All is in order.<br />
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While still keeping the old remedy, love, in the mix, Frozen interprets it in the simplest and closest to real life.<br />
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There are several points that I learnt from this movie.<br />
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You don't need to hold yourself back just because you're different. Who cares about what other people think of you. Be yourself and express it freely.<br />
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You don't need a Prince Charming to find your true love. In fact, the one/s worth melting for might be sitting with you around your dining table during breakfast/dinner everyday. You just don't realise it. Yet.<br />
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The truest act of love is not a kiss. It's sacrifice. Even our God practices it. He sacrificed His only Son to save us. Jesus sacrificed His life so that we can gain life in Him.<br />
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And women, who says you need man to complete you? You can stand on your own feet with the strength within you to rise up high. I say, beware of Prince Charming. They might not be charming in and out. Not only women who need to be pretty in and out, guys.<br />
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I hope there are more Disney movies just like this in years to come. It's time to change the trends of fairytale.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Notes: all still pictures are taken from Yahoo!.</span></i>melitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01298470618687271974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428573572538370180.post-29290299433358334252014-01-02T23:11:00.000+08:002014-01-03T23:44:03.852+08:00Happy new year 2014!<div dir="ltr">
Yup, first of all..happy new year to you all!! I hope 2014 will be a great year for all of you. (Amen!)</div>
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In this new year which only 2 days have just passed by, I might have discovered a buried talent in me. It's... unexpectedly, a gift of... fortune telling? Or prophesying in other word.</div>
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I spent my Christmas and new year in Surabaya, hardly ever read any news, let alone opened Google news during my stay there. I was even too lazy to check on my Gmail. So I was not that updated in any international news.</div>
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Then one night, still a December night, I had this weird dream, where I learned the news that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Im_Yoona" target="_blank">Yoona</a> of SNSD (K-pop lover must know them at least) was dating <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Min-ho_(actor_born_1987)" target="_blank">Lee Min-ho</a> (<i>Heir, Faith</i>). It really was out of nowhere. I wasn't watching or reading anything related to K-pop which can lead to that ridiculous dream before I slept that night. And I'm not a fan of SNSD or Lee Min-ho, so I wouldn't know about their latest gossips. </div>
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And then this afternoon, when I was bored, I browsed Google news and found out that THAT Yoona really is dating someone. But not with Lee Min-ho haha (she's dating <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee_Seung-gi" target="_blank">Lee Seung-gi</a>). So I was wrong there. But still, the news really is the same! And the guy's surname is the same!<br />
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A few months back, I just learned that Orlando Bloom was married to Mirranda Kerr (Victoria's Secret model). Then, a few weeks following, I was wondering whether their little family was still one, and they were. Then... a few days after that, they were divorced. They were not the first couple who divorced right after I was wondering how their relationship is. </div>
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Some don't-know-how-many-years-ago, I was wondering about how long <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adjie_Massaid" target="_blank">Adjie Massaid</a>, a pretty famous Indonesian celebrity, had been married to his 1<sup>st</sup> wife, Reza Artamevia. They were still together when I thought about that. Then, around 2-3 days after, a big scoop on the newspaper said that they just divorced after almost 6 years of marriage. Ha.</div>
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The same thing happened on the then Brad Pitt-Jennifer Aniston couple. Since they were the first western celebrity couple whose wedding I watched on TV news, of course I got curious on how they were doing after a few years. A week after my curiosity rose, I read the news that they were getting a divorce. HA.</div>
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Well, let's just think that they are really big coincidences, shall we?</div>
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