<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210</id><updated>2012-01-28T04:21:11.643+07:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category term='love for others'/><category term='it&apos;s all about me;'/><category term='us... a blessing'/><category term='Inspiring Articles'/><category term='my world... Health and Medical'/><category term='my dear hubby'/><category term='Fun Article'/><category term='my sweet mindy'/><category term='womanhood'/><category term='my sharing and my writings'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Life is Full of Surprises</title><subtitle type='html'>I am an ordinary woman with an extraordinary life... :-)

A wife, housewife, daughter (and daughter in law), sister, medical doctor, friend, and of course... daughter of The Most Almighty God!

and these are the stories of my extraordinary life...
a life full of His mercy and grace,

a life full of surprises</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2210574695206307200</id><published>2008-12-13T08:56:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:01:33.454+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love for others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>Persahabatan Bagai Kepompong</title><content type='html'>Semalam gw datang ke satu pertemuan yang mengingatkan naik turunnya persahabatan gw dengan satu sahabat lama gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SUMWs_sHo3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/b_IIM8Rf1y0/s1600-h/Chen+lia+FK+Paregu+1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SUMWs_sHo3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/b_IIM8Rf1y0/s200/Chen+lia+FK+Paregu+1994.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279088150474892146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kami ketemu saat kami masuk ke FK tahun 1991 sebagai anak baru. Kegiatan kuliah, hang out, ngafe, bulu tangkis, belajar bareng jadi kegiatan kami bersama. Sampai tahun 1995 kami berdua pergi ke satu retreat bersama dan sejak itu kami berdua tambah dekat.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu banyak naik turun kehidupan kami yang membuat kami berdua makin dekat, nyaris tak terpisahkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi seperti judul lagu yang lagi beken… Persahabatan bagai Kepompong.. ada masanya kami ada di satu kondisi di mana persahabatan terasa selesai dan tidak mungkin dapat disambung lagi. Semua kedekatan yang terjadi seperti punah dan tidak ada artinya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Saat2 itu persahabatan kami memang jadi seperti kepompong yang buruk rupa, ‘dormant’ stage dan ngga tahu kapan berubahnya. Kami tidak bermusuhan, tapi kami tidak juga saling bicara selama 7 tahun penuh…&lt;br /&gt;Jujurnya.. gw melewatkan pernikahan gw dengan tidak mempunyai MoH krn selama ini gw berpikir, dia yang akan jadi MoH gw.. (thanks to Sianita yang bersedia jadi Bride’s Maid gw.. hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi apa yang gw alami semalam membuat gw banyak merefleksikan persahabatan ini.&lt;br /&gt;Gw memuji Tuhan buat 17 tahun pertemanan dan persahabatan yang terjalin diantara kami… and yes.. we’ve been through a lot! Up and down moments in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Dan di waktu2 ini, 1 tahun yang lalu kami kembali bicara, saling memaafkan dan kembali ada dalam kehidupan masing-masing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SUMW72j6sVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KywF4MKOUy4/s1600-h/chenny+lia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 147px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SUMW72j6sVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KywF4MKOUy4/s200/chenny+lia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279088405722607954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu dan segala yang terjadi mendewasakan kami. Mungkin persahabatan kami tidak seperti dahulu, di mana kami bisa saling nginap satu sama lain dan ngobrol sampe jam 5 pagi di telpon… di masa2 kuliah kami. Tapi melewati 12 tahun kedekatan kami, 1 hal yang pasti… semua terjadi untuk mendewasakan kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SUMXRp-3P7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/B2gNUjUMg8M/s1600-h/Lia-Zhen+Metamorfosa+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SUMXRp-3P7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/B2gNUjUMg8M/s320/Lia-Zhen+Metamorfosa+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279088780303089586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Persahabatan bagai kepompong. Yang berproses dan hari ini menjadi indah dan dewasa. Mudah-mudahan menjadi berkat bagi sesama… :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-2210574695206307200?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2210574695206307200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=2210574695206307200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2210574695206307200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2210574695206307200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/persahabatan-bagai-kepompong.html' title='Persahabatan Bagai Kepompong'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SUMWs_sHo3I/AAAAAAAAAjA/b_IIM8Rf1y0/s72-c/Chen+lia+FK+Paregu+1994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-5267422691456545902</id><published>2008-11-16T13:11:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:29:30.473+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Everyday day Grace, Every day Decision</title><content type='html'>10 tahun belakangan ini, gw bergumul dengan sesuatu yang sebetulnya pasti tidak disangka-sangka oleh banyak orang. Secara tulisan gw, aktivitas gw, lingkungan gw selalu ada dalam kondisi/keadaan yang bertolak belakang dengan kondisi hati gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SR-6I3aeaNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/824kRW0wErc/s1600-h/why+jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SR-6I3aeaNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/824kRW0wErc/s320/why+jesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269134750523484370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 tahun ini gw bergumul mempertanyakan kenapa gw harus mempercayai Yesus sebagai Tuhan dan Juru Selamat gw. Kadang gw merasa semuanya menjadi tidak ada artinya. Bahkan di saat tergelap dalam kehidupan gw pun gw ngga merasa Dia ada. Kalau… gw saat ini mempercayai Yesus, gw berpikir.. apa ini bukan karena gw di’keroyok’ sama marketingnya Yesus.&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap gw, lingkungan pergaulan gw, dan bahkan sekarang laki-laki yang gw nikahi pun adalah marketer nya Yesus yang luar biasa. Kadang gw butuh Yesus dalam rupa manusia. Bukan hanya Yesus yang ada dalam Kitab Suci dan homili, serta khotbah-khotbah.&lt;br /&gt;Gw berpikir… apa selama ini gw ngga dibohongi dengan semua teori tentang Yesus yang ada? Kl katanya hari-hari gw Dia sertai… apakah benar Yesus? apa bukan sosok yang lain yang mungkin di sembah oleh agama-agama/kepercayaan yang ada di bumi ini? Kalau semua ajaran mengajarkan segala yang baik.. apa ngga mungkin kl semua penyertaan, kesembuhan, berkat, apapun itu datang dari salah satu dari mereka? Apa jaminannya kl itu adalah Yesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua pertanyaan ini gw tahu tidak datang tiba-tiba. Tapi dari luka yang ada dalam hati gw. Luka yang bersarang bertahun-tahun dan tidak terpulihkan. Bukan karena tidak mampu dipulihkan, tetapi karena gw memang tidak minta untuk dipulihkan. Karena Sang Penyembuh adalah seseorang yang menjadi sumber luka gw.&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin gw menghadapi kasus anak dari sahabat gw, yang ‘terjebak’ masuk dalam satu aliran antikris. Anak ini bukan dari keluarga broken home. Ayah ibunya adalah orang tua yang menurut gw sangat memperhatikan anak-anaknya, berusaha memberikan yang terbaik, dan lebih dari segalanya berusaha menjadi orang tua yang baik dan benar di hadapan Allah. Tetapi karena kondisi badan si anak yang terlalu lelah akibat mata pelajaran sekolah, dan rumah yang jauh… anak ini tergoda untuk ikut dalam aliran ini dan hanya dengan 1x pertemuan ia sulit keluar karena intimidasi iblis bagi dia dan keluarganya.&lt;br /&gt;Dan pertama kali nya dalam hidup gw kmrn, gw merasa gw berhadapan langsung dengan intimidasi itu. I know it for sure… gw bukan orang yang suka mengakui kalau gw agak2 ’supranatural’… buat gw itu agak-agak menurunkan pride gw hehehe… tapi ngga tahu kenapa… untuk pertama kalinya dalam kehidupan gw kmrn... somehow... gw percaya itu benar-benar ada dan gw sedang berhadapan dengan kuasa jahat itu! Dan pertama kalinya, setelah bertahun-tahun gw ngga mengakui ini... I am very glad... I have Jesus in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SR-6X55eJrI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p1hMeoovLbo/s1600-h/Journey+in+Life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SR-6X55eJrI/AAAAAAAAAeA/p1hMeoovLbo/s320/Journey+in+Life.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269135008888399538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sulit mengakui hal ini. Tapi gw tahu, banyak di luar sana yang mungkin mempergumulkan hal ini. Doa yang tidak (atau belum) terjawab, pertolongan yang rasanya tidak pernah datang, putus asa yang mencekam, rasa ingin meninggalkan dunia ini karena tidak ada lagi yang patut diperjuangkan, luka yang rasanya setiap hari harus diperjuangkan untuk bisa dilewati rasa perihnya, rasa ketidak-adilan dan ditinggalkan yang rasanya membuat kita harus berjuang sendiri. Saat di mana kita merasa… bahkan salib dan kematian Yesus di atas kayu salib menjadi tidak bermakna, dan semuanya seperti dongeng yang ngga tahu harus kita percayai atau tidak.  Dan parahnya… kita ngga tahu… kapan ini semua berakhir dan jalan seperti  tidak berujung.&lt;br /&gt;Gw ngerti banget rasa semua ini. I’ve through all those feelings. Bahkan sampai tahap… gw ngga pernah bisa minta apapun lagi, krn rasa tidak percaya lebih mendominasi daripada iman, harapan, terlebih lagi kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi satu hal yang gw mengerti… melewati semua perjalanan kehidupan ini… ada satu rahmat yang selalu menyertai bila saja kita mengarahkan kehendak bebas kita kepada Yesus.&lt;br /&gt;Buat gw hari ini… I decide to follow Jesus every day. No matter what. Karena perasaan bisa datang dan pergi, naik dan turun, dan adalah keputusan keseharian kita untuk mengikuti Yesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat gw hari ini… Gw tahu gw mempercayai bahwa tidak ada kuasa apapun yang mampu merebut gw dari kasih Yesus (Roma 8:38-39), bahkan kemarin… saat gw bertemu dengan anak sahabat gw yang gw ceritakan di atas, dan merasa diintimidasi sehingga gw ketakutan setengah mati, tapi gw tahu juga saat itu… my soul will be save and sound. Rasanya seneng banget gw waktu bisa bilang ke anak itu (yg waktu itu gw tahu bukan dia yang ngomong, kata2 seperti itu tidak bisa keluar dari seorang anak SMP yang masih belum tahu apa2): “Kamu ngga usah takut Tante kenapa-kenapa, Tante punya Tuhan Yesus yang pasti jauh lebih kuat dan berkuasa dibanding kuasa apapun yang ada! I will be OK!!!” Gosssh… rasanya gw menang banget! biarpun gw tahu, gw ngga boleh takabur. (fyi, kl ini gw mau dipanggil Tante, secara dia anak temen gw hehehehe… nasib ya nasib!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SR-6r4enYeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/C2bSUHyrR1I/s1600-h/jesus-light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SR-6r4enYeI/AAAAAAAAAeI/C2bSUHyrR1I/s320/jesus-light.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269135352104706530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat gw hari ini, apapun yang gw jalani, sekering apapun, setidak percaya apapun, sesakit apapun, sebanyak apapun pertanyaan gw, sesulit apapun gw melewati pergumulan gw… ada satu rahmat yang besar buat gw, bisa bangun di pagi hari… di samping orang yang gw cintai… dan berkata… &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Today I decide to follow You Jesus. My life is Yours and please help me get through this day. Let me still in Your Hands at the end of this day. I’ll work hard for my salvation, but the Grace is from You.!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw ngga tahu… apa ini cukup untuk membawa gw ke surga. Tapi Tuhan tahu bagaimana gw mengerjakan keselamatan gw hari demi hari dengan takut dan gentar!&lt;br /&gt;Gw ngga mau menyamakan hidup gw dengan Mother Teresa (gw masih 1/1000 nya bahkan lebih kecil jauh dari beliau!)… tapi gw percaya… berpuluh-puluh tahun ia melewati masa kegelapan dengan setia… biarpun dia mempertanyakan juga banyak hal dalam kehidupan dia (baca: come be my light), tapi kesetiaan dan cintanya kepada Yesus memenangkan hidupnya, bahkan memasukan dia dalam jajaran orang kudus gereja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… I have hope! You have hope! We all have hope in Jesus. No matter what your condition right now. Believe it or not, we are all in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my womanhood journey. My part of living the heaven. I work my salvation hard. But i know… everything will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;I am living my every day grace from Him, and only because of His Grace, I decide Jesus everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-5267422691456545902?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5267422691456545902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=5267422691456545902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5267422691456545902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5267422691456545902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyday-day-grace-every-day-decision.html' title='Everyday day Grace, Every day Decision'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SR-6I3aeaNI/AAAAAAAAAd4/824kRW0wErc/s72-c/why+jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-8536455110159472373</id><published>2008-10-28T21:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:33:26.614+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>The Role Model of my Womanhood Journey</title><content type='html'>Bunda Maria selalu menempati tempat yang khusus di hati saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingat, bertahun-tahun yang lalu… waktu saya sedang jatuh cinta, dia menjadi ibu yang mendengarkan lagu cinta saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingat, bertahun-tahun yang lalu… waktu saya sedang begitu marah kepada kakak sulung saya, Yesus… dia menjadi ibu tempat saya mengadu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sampai hari ini, ia tetap menjadi seorang ibu yang menyapa keseharian saya dengan nuansa yang berbeda. Yang memperlengkapi saya dengan teladan kewanitaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak awal, ia menjadi wanita yang sepenuhnya membiarkan dirinya dipakai untuk memuliakan Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQciZt2fbzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UKeDbm54Y94/s1600-h/Mary+breasfeeding+Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQciZt2fbzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UKeDbm54Y94/s320/Mary+breasfeeding+Jesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262212514805935922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kata wanita (=Female), diambil dari bahasa latin Femina yang berasal dari akar kata Fellare yang artinya ‘menyedot’ (=to suck), dan ini mengarahkan kepada kegiatan menyusui yang hanya dapat dilakukan oleh wanita. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu keadaan lagi yang hanya dipunyai wanita adalah melahirkan melalui rahimnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat seorang anak menyusu pada ibunya, yang ia lakukan adalah menyedot payudara ibunya. Dan saat itu air susu yang diproduksi oleh kelenjar yang ada dalam payudara ibunya tertarik keluar. Bukan hanya air susu, tetapi juga sel-sel yang ada dalam organ payudara tersebut mungkin tersedot keluar bersama dengan sang anak. Sehingga Ibu juga memberikan tubuhnya untuk member kehidupan kepada anak yang dilahirkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat seorang anak ada dalam kandungan ibunya, selama 9 bulan ia ‘menyedot’ semua sari yang ada dalam tubuh ibunya. Banyak sekali para wanita sangat rentan terhadap kasus kekurangan darah, kekurangan kalsium, dan banyak vitamin… karena semua di supply untuk keperluan sebuh kehidupan yang akan hadir menikmati cinta Tuhan di dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau saja kita menyadari, betapa indahnya Allah menciptakan tubuh kita, dengan segala kesiapan dan kesempurnaan untuk beranak cucu dan bertambah banyak serta memenuhi isi bumi (bdk: Kejadian 1:28), serta kemudian menjalankan fungsi kewanitaan kita untuk memberikan segalanya, rasanya dunia akan menjadi a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi saya, tiada yang lebih indah untuk merayakan kewanitaan saya, selain merayakannya dengan memandang keberadaan Bunda Maria dalam kehidupan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seluruh hidupnya, ia merayakan kewanitaannya dengan terus memberi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memberi kesempatan bagi sang mesias hadir dalam rahimnya karena menyadari ia sendiri adalah the hand made of God… sehingga ia membiarkan kehendak Tuhan terjadi pada dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyusui dan merawat bayi Yesus dengan seluruh keberadaannya sebagai ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mencari kanak-kanak Yesus dengan sangat khawatir saat Dia menghilang di bait Allah dan menerima pertanyaan: “”Mengapa kamu mencari Aku? Tidakkah kamu tahu, bahwa Aku harus berada di dalam rumah Bapa-Ku?” (bdk: Lukas 2:49), dan ia menjadi seorang ibu yang menyimpan semua perkara dalam hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendampingi Putranya at the first performance of miracle di pernikahan di Kana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan terlebih dari segalanya… Ia ibu yang tidak sedetikpun meninggalkan Putranya di jalan salib menuju Golgota. Menatap setiap cambuk yang juga mencambuk hatinya, menuggui Putranya di bawah kaki salibya dan memelukNya saat jenazahNya diturunkan dari atas kayu salib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia ibu yang juga menemani para rasul saat Pentakosta. Menemani para rasul menantikan janji Yesus yang akan mengutus roh Kudus dan tidak akan pernah meninggalkan umatNya sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia ibu yang selalu ada sejak hari pertama Yesus masuk dalam rahimnya dan tetap ada saat Yesus sudah naik ke surga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia ibu yang selalu dapat menjadi tempat saya memandang, saat saya sedang menjalani masa sulit kewanitaan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat saya menulis artikel ini, saya sedang ada di Biara Ursulin Wisma Samadi. Sayup-sayup terdengar lagu Bunda di telinga saya dinyanyikan oleh anak-anak SD yang sedang retreat….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yang beberapa diantara mereka sedang seliweran sekarang nanya WC ada di mana dan manggil2 gw TANTE…! Gggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…! NGGA TERIMA!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lagu itu menyentuh hati saya, dan saya merasa Bunda Maria sedang duduk di meja makan ini bersama saya, menemani saya menulis…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunda Maria mengajarkan banyak hal kepada saya. Menghargai setiap fungsi dari tubuh kewanitaan saya, dan terlebih dari segalanya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She teaches me how to celebrate my womanhood, cherish every second of it…  and grateful with all I have in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always be my role model of my womanhood journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mother Mary…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Bunda ada dan tiada, diri mu kan selalu ada di dalam hatiku!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hari terakhir di Bulan Maria, 31Oktober 2008- dedicated to all moms I have… Mother Mary, my beloved mom and mom in law. 3 extra ordinary women, women of my life…. Thank you for sharing your womanhood and pass on the legacy. Love you all very-very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-8536455110159472373?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8536455110159472373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=8536455110159472373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8536455110159472373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8536455110159472373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/role-model-of-my-womanhood-journey.html' title='The Role Model of my Womanhood Journey'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQciZt2fbzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UKeDbm54Y94/s72-c/Mary+breasfeeding+Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-7306962793851950703</id><published>2008-09-16T16:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:05:58.528+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>1 Life Equal with 1 Caramel Macchiato (Tragic or That’s life…?)</title><content type='html'>(Thanks to sist Mungky buat bantuan judulnya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kita dapat dari Rp.30ribu di Jakarta?&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of chickens, 1 rice, and 1 soft drink. Just 1 set of meal.&lt;br /&gt;1 double chesse Mc D. Just 1 burger, 10 minutes meal.&lt;br /&gt;Karena waktu nulis artikel ini gw lagi nginep di Mercure Ancol, Ro.30ribu cuma bisa membawa 1 mobil dan 2 org masuk ke Taman impian jaya Ancol… 1x masuk!&lt;br /&gt;Dan 30ribu selalu dengan mudahnya gw keluarkan untuk my fav coffee form starbucks : Ice/Hot Caremel Macchoato Tall size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kemarin tgl.15 Sept di Pasuruan Jawa Timur.. 30 ribu rupiah menjadi harga dari 21 nyawa berharga yang hidup di dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;Nyawa ibu-ibu yang mungkin masih mempunyai anak di rumah yang harus di gawat.&lt;br /&gt;This life equal to Rp.30.000,- ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life equal to Rp.30.000,- ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SM-Er2i3OGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZX2JWmS8J_o/s1600-h/pasuruan+life4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SM-Er2i3OGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZX2JWmS8J_o/s320/pasuruan+life4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246557979820898402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nyawa beberapa lanjut usia yang masih bisa membantu keluarganya dengan kasih sayang mereka ke anak cucu.&lt;br /&gt;Nyawa beberapa wanita muda yang seharusnya masih punya banyak harapan di masa depannya…&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi semuanya habis musnah terinjak-injak dan musnah.&lt;br /&gt;Nafas yang tadinya dapat diperoleh dengan gratis, dalam waktu sekejab terenggut dan kemudian dibayar dengan harga yang sangat mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah harga kemiskinan di Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;Kadang ironisnya, nyawa seharga 30ribu rupiah terdengar begitu murahnya. Tapi itu kenyataan yang terjadi saat ini. Waktu kita sedang menghabiskan 1 gelas Caramel Macchiato di satu Starbucks corner, saat itu kita sedang ‘menikmati’ 1 nyawa yang melayang karena kehabisan oksigen waktu mengharapkan zakat dari seseorang yang berniat baik.&lt;br /&gt;Gossshhh… what a tragedy…! terutama di masa puasa, di mana mereka sedang menjalani hari-hari untuk menyucikan diri mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crying for them. May their spirit rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;More news: &lt;a href="http://images.kompas.com/detail_photostory.php?id=121"&gt;http://images.kompas.com/detail_photostory.php?id=121&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-7306962793851950703?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7306962793851950703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=7306962793851950703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7306962793851950703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7306962793851950703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-life-equal-with-1-caramel-macchiato.html' title='1 Life Equal with 1 Caramel Macchiato (Tragic or That’s life…?)'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SM-Er2i3OGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ZX2JWmS8J_o/s72-c/pasuruan+life4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-1099230757059731039</id><published>2008-09-04T00:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:05:22.876+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world... Health and Medical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Nyeri: Si ‘Tajam’ yang Melumpuhkan</title><content type='html'>Rasa nyeri bukan sesuatu yang asing lagi di kalangan awam. Rasa nyeri bisa timbul secara ringan, sedang, maupun berat dengan keluhan yang subjektif. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SL7QElTpTxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RdJKRlprBl4/s1600-h/pain+management1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SL7QElTpTxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RdJKRlprBl4/s320/pain+management1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241855793458401042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rasa nyeri dapat bersifat  akut, misalnya nyeri yang berasal dari trauma. Keadaan ini biasanya berasal dari kondisi yang lebih mudah ditelusuri dan dapat lebih mudah diatasi. Berbeda halnya dengan nyeri yang bersifat  kronis. Jenis ini berasal dari keadaan yang lebih sulit diteluri penyebabnya, sehingga membutuhkan waktu yang lebih lama untuk mengatasinya. Beberapa contoh ini misalnya nyeri dari kanker, neuropati (nyeri akibat gangguan di saraf perifer), dan rasa nyeri yang menjalar. Hal penting yang perlu kita ketahui adalah bahwa nyeri dapat makin lama makin meningkat kualitasnya bila kita diamkan saja. (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak sulit mendiagnosa sebuah rasa nyeri karena bisa diketahui dari keluhan pasien (subyektif). Yang perlu diperhatikan dan menjadi sulit adalah menentukan jenis, derajat, dan penyebab dari nyeri tersebut karena ini akan menentukan jenis terapi yang akan dilakukan. Rasa nyeri sangat subyektif dan diutarakan pasien dengan bahasa yang berbeda-beda. Misalnya rasa nyeri kadang dibahasakan dengan kata: tajam, ngilu, perih, dirobek-robek, tertimpa sesuatu, ditusuk-tusuk dan sebagainya. Hal ini yang harus dapat ditelusuri sehingga pengelolaan nyeri dapat dilakukan seefektif dan secepat mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa cara dibuat untuk membuat penilaian subyektif ini menjadi objektif mis: dengan membuat Skala Numerik Nyeri, Visual Analog Scale, bahkan Scala Wajah. Ini menjadi salah satu penilaian penegakkan diagnosa selain pemeriksaan fisik dan penunjang lainnya yang dapat dilakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada berbagai cara pengobatan yang dilakukan untuk mengatasi nyeri ini, dan diantaranya adalah:&lt;br /&gt;1. Medikamentosa (2)&lt;br /&gt;Obat-obatan telah lama dikenal sebagai salah satu pereda nyeri. Tersedia berbagai kelas tahapan penggunaan obat-obatan. Dari jenis Paracetamol untuk mengatasi nyeri yang ringan, sampai jenis Opioid (Morfin) yang digunakan untuk mengatasi nyeri yang sangat berat . Misalnya akibat kanker. Selain obat-obatan, medikamentosa ini juga dapat dilakukan dengan cara injeksi di lokasi yang sakit atau dengan memblok saraf yang nyeri dengan menggunakan obat-obat anastesi.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pembedahan&lt;br /&gt;Untuk kasus-kasus tertentu di mana nyeri disebabkan karena adanya gangguan organik, pembedahan menjadi alternative solusi tatalaksana nyeri. Mis: dalam kasus Hernia Nucleus Pulposus yang menimbulkan nyeri pinggang yang sangat mengganggu, pembedahan dapat membantu masalah ini.&lt;br /&gt;Terapi blok transmisi dengan cara merusak system saraf juga dapat dilakukan melalui teknik operasi, tetapi teknik ini menyebabkan kerusakan yang irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fisioterapi&lt;br /&gt;Fisioterapi sangat diperlukan terutama untuk meningkatkan kualitas fungsi dari organ/lokasi nyeri. Teknik fisioterapi dapat digunakan dengan berbagai cara, misalnya dengan beban, terapi suhu, air, mekanis, dsbnya, yang disesuaikan dengan keadaan dari setiap kasus.&lt;br /&gt;4. Terapi Komplimenter&lt;br /&gt;Terapi komplimenter ditemukan sangat membantu kasus-kasus nyeri. Salah satu terapi komplimenter yang saat ini sangat efektif meredakan rasa nyeri adalah penangangan dengan menggunakan terapi biofisika menggunakan alat yang dinamakan BICOM 2000. Terapi ini bertujuan untuk menghilangkan blockade saraf yang ada, sehingga tubuh dirangsang untuk meningkatkan kemampuan memulihkan fungsinya.(4). Beberapa pasien bahkan mengalami pemulihan yang sangat cepat lewat terapi ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa nyeri banyak disepelekan. Tapi rasa tajam yang disepelekan ini dapat ‘melumpuhkan’ aktivitas kita sehari-hari, sehingga jangan sepelekan si tajam dan lakukan penanganannya sedini mungkin. &lt;br /&gt;(Dr. Lia B.Ariefano – Bio E Care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;1. Medline Plus : Pain http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/pain.html#cat1&lt;br /&gt;2. American Society of Anasthesiologist: http://www.asahq.org/patientEducation/managepain.htm&lt;br /&gt;3. Penanganan Nyeri dengan Biofisika: http://withcaregroups.wordpress.com atau http://regumed.de&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-1099230757059731039?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1099230757059731039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=1099230757059731039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1099230757059731039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1099230757059731039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/nyeri-si-tajam-yang-melumpuhkan.html' title='Nyeri: Si ‘Tajam’ yang Melumpuhkan'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SL7QElTpTxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/RdJKRlprBl4/s72-c/pain+management1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-6690026617399188906</id><published>2008-08-30T10:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:06:26.271+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Talking of Which.. Something about HOPE! (first time writing in English… hope or humiliating my self?)</title><content type='html'>Just find out one of my passions, after my hubby talked a lot about it. He always said that he wants to inspire the world with love. Shout it loud… and make things happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something always tickling my heart when i heard, read, and think about it… Maybe because I meet so many ‘dark’ side, the sadness, and downhearted on my patients… I WANT TO SHOUT HOPE TO THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope was personified in Greek mythology as Elpis. When Pandora opened Pandora’s Box, she let out all the evils except one: hope. Apparently, the Greeks considered hope to be as dangerous as all the world’s evils. But without hope to accompany all their troubles, humanity was filled with despair. It was a great relief when Pandora revisited her box and let out hope as well. It may be worthy to note that in the story, hope is represented as weakly leaving the box but is in effect far more potent than any of the major evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SLjA9S8tDiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1uGPwNaUT0s/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SLjA9S8tDiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1uGPwNaUT0s/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240150325736574498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its not easy to switch yourself on ‘Hope’ mode. Especially when everything around you seems so dark and unseen. You even can not see yourself. Many times I feel that I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t do it anymore… Many times I temped to yell the word ITS ENOUGH! I won’t do it anymore, I can’t do it anymore. There’s no way I can get through this… There is no hope for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends… my companion of the journey of life… The good news is: There is hope in the Lord.  But sometimes the image of God seems so blur to us. Sometimes (even every time!) we need God with flesh and ‘form’.       In my case, He always did. He sent me angels with flesh and ‘form’… through people around me, the books I read, the songs I heard, every email I received, even my dog sent me the message of hope. Hope is everywhere… cause Hope is a believe in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is: we can’t see it. And even though we seen it… maybe we decide NOT to see it! And then sunk again in the comfort ‘pity’ of yourself. Get up every one.. smell the flavour of hope around you… and in every beat of your heart. One of my dreams is to make at least one book publish international, the book that can bring the message of hope to humanity. But with my ’sucks’ English… I can’t see there is hope to make that dream come true. But today… this is my first writing in English. I decide to be embarrassed and taking a step! Because I know… there is hope on myself! Yeaaahhhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe your problems now is not about making a book. But the point is the same. What makes you feel desperate right now? What makes you think that you’re not good enough, you can’t do something, you can’t be healed, you’re not worthy on something (or somebody)? And those make you drown deeper and deeper, you can’t even say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, we’re created  with an image of God. And that image is perfectness. The devil keep saying to us that negative and pathatic words to us. And that make us think that we can’t do this and that! But that doesn’t change the reality that we are still perfect in Gods eyes. And with the perfectness, we CAN do so many things in life. We CAN be healed, We CAN do our works, We CAN achieve our dreams, We CAN get up from our sins and walk in God’s grace. Not by might, not by power, but by the spirit says the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Greeks considered hope to be as dangerous as all the world’s evils, the evils will do anything to make the hope disappear in our life. Don’t let the evil take away the hope from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the strength and grace from our Lord Jesus Christ, Stand for yourself, decide to make your life meaningful, be responsible of your life and spread the hope that you have within to bless other people. Our life is too short to abandoned with despair.  Life is too beautiful to be ignored. You CAN get through all with Jesus…YES YOU CAN! THERE ALWAYS BE HOPE IN YOU! The hope and the strength you can't imagine yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yeaaahhhh… I will end this ‘english’ article now! (*fffyyuuiiiihhhh… *) now I am proud of my self… hahaha…!  I finish my first article in English. For you who knew me, you all know how bad my english is! And yes… I am taking a step… don’t care about the grammer, don’t care about anything… (humiliating myself) just spit it out and all the Glory to Him that makes me brave and give me a gut to do this… hehehe… Haleluya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-6690026617399188906?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6690026617399188906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=6690026617399188906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6690026617399188906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6690026617399188906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/talking-of-which-something-about-hope.html' title='Talking of Which.. Something about HOPE! (first time writing in English… hope or humiliating my self?)'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SLjA9S8tDiI/AAAAAAAAAcw/1uGPwNaUT0s/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-3270488708362823878</id><published>2008-08-29T16:09:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:14:46.186+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love for others'/><title type='text'>Georgia on My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Georgia, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;The whole day through (the whole day through)&lt;br /&gt;Just an old sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind)&lt;br /&gt;I said a Georgia, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;A song of you (a song of you)&lt;br /&gt;Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines&lt;br /&gt;Other arms reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;Other eyes smile tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Still in the peaceful dreams I see&lt;br /&gt;The road leads back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SLfACibXo4I/AAAAAAAAAco/zNlyEk5A0qo/s1600-h/A_Georgian_man_381268a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SLfACibXo4I/AAAAAAAAAco/zNlyEk5A0qo/s200/A_Georgian_man_381268a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239867841302733698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Di tengah pesta dan keramaian, jeritan kemenangan dan pekik    suka cita pesta Olympiade Beijing 2008 lalu, di sisi lain dari belahan dunia, tidak jauh dari keramaian itu ada pekik dan jeritan lain yang terdengar. Di mana ratusan orang yang tidak berdosa berteriak di tengah ke sakitan, kehilangan sanak saudara dan tempat berteduh. Hidup mereka yang tadinya tenang, tiba-tiba berubah menjadi guncangan dan kegelapan masa depan. Bom-bom yang dilepaskan rusia datang silih berganti, dan semua seperti memporak-porandakan hati mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I said Georgia, oh Georgia, no peace I find (no peace i find)&lt;br /&gt;Just an old sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind oh)&lt;br /&gt;Other arms reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;Other eyes smile tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Still in peaceful dreams I see&lt;br /&gt;The road leads back to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh Georgia,&lt;br /&gt;No peace, no peace I find&lt;br /&gt;Just an old, sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu gw kecil dulu, gw pernah bilang ke nyokap… “Lia pengen pergi ke tempat perang, pengen jadi wartawan perang… kayaknya seru…!” Lalu bertahun-tahun kemudian, setelah gw kelar jadi dokter gw berpikir, “Gw pengen pergi jadi dokter di medan perang… asik juga kayaknya ikut red Cross…” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang namanya perang ngga pernah seru! Perang selalu membawa luka… bukan saja buat bumi (karena habis di bom-bom in), tetapi terutama buat hati-hati yang hidup di tanah tersebut. Hati-hati yang hancur karena banyak kehilangan. Entah kenapa tadi pagi, saat jam doa gw di mobil, kok tiba-tiba lagu Georgia terdengar di kuping gw, dan tanpa sadar gw memanjatkan salam Maria buat perang di Georgia (biarpun yang gw tahu lagu Georgia itu bukan untuk negara yang sedang perang ini… hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setan terus menancamkan ‘kuku’nya lewat kebencian, kesombongan, keserakahan manusia… Gw sendiri ngga habis pikir.. apa sih yang mereka cari dari perang itu. Yahhh.. alasan sih pasti ada aja, tapi apakah itu yang mau disumbangkan bagi kehidupan yang cuma sebentar ini…? yes… no peace I found, just an ‘old sweet’ song…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Other arms reach out to me&lt;br /&gt;Other eyes smile tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Still in peaceful dreams I see&lt;br /&gt;The road leads back to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh Georgia, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;No peace, no peace I find&lt;br /&gt;Just an old sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind)&lt;br /&gt;I said just an old sweet song&lt;br /&gt;Keeps Georgia on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. lets pray for Georgia. Mari bersama menjadi salah satu penghuni dunia yang membawa kedamaian bukan perang. Membawa kasih bukan kebencian. Berbagi hidup bukan mengambil hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace not war,  Love instead of hate,  Lets heal the world and make it better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray hard to Mother Mary for the peace of Georgia. And I said just an old sweet song, that keeps Georgia on my mind,…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on my pray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-3270488708362823878?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3270488708362823878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=3270488708362823878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3270488708362823878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3270488708362823878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/georgia-on-my-mind.html' title='Georgia on My Mind'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SLfACibXo4I/AAAAAAAAAco/zNlyEk5A0qo/s72-c/A_Georgian_man_381268a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2512839170764359602</id><published>2008-08-24T02:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:37:22.182+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Sing Me Your Song Again Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SLBfqdXbEaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/hpGdLNH3tgY/s1600-h/walking+down+the+isle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SLBfqdXbEaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/hpGdLNH3tgY/s320/walking+down+the+isle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791549673902498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sejak masa kecil, seorang anak perempuan kadang memimpikan hari pernikahannya. Gw selalu memimpikan pernikahan gw dihadiri dan direstui oleh kedua orang tua gw… Dan Puji Tuhan 3 Juni 2004, I was walking down the isle with the first man in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam (atau ini sudah pagi sih hehehe…) ini gw nulis blog ini sambil nonton Oprah di Hallmark. Malam ini sedang nge bahas soal anak-anak hasil donor sperma. Anak-anak yang tidak tahu siapa ayahnya, dan selama ini hanya diberi tahu banyak cerita yang berlainan. Bahkan salah satu dari mereka hanya diberi tahu, nama ayah mereka adalah No.46 (nomor donor yang dipilih ibu mereka saat itu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat gw, sama sekali ngga terbayang tumbuh tanpa sosok seorang ayah. Gw punya hubungan yang cukup istimewa dengan bokap gw. Gw dekat dengan nyokap dan bokap dengan cara yang sangat istimewa. Berlainan satu dengan lainnya. Karena posisi nyokap tidak pernah bisa digantikan dengan bokap gw, demikian juga sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bokap gw hanya manusia biasa. Dia bukan seorang bokap dan suami yang sempurna. Tetapi apapun yang terjadi He always be my dad. Karena dia dan nyokap gw ada di dunia ini dan diijinkan mengecap kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa beruntungnya kita mempunyai Bapa di surga. Kalau bokap gw aja yang seorang manusia biasa yang tidak sempurna bisa memberi makna dalam kehidupan gw, apalagi Bapa kita di surga yang menciptakan kita satu persatu. He has the perfectness of love yang kadang tidak kita sadari krn gambar Bapa yang retak dalam hati kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapa yang mau merelakan apa saja untuk kita anak-anakNya di dunia, bahkan putraNya yang terkasih pun Ia biarkan didera untuk memenangkan jiwa dan keselamatan kita satu persatu. Think how lucky we are… Feel how loved we are. Dan untuk kasus gw, mungkin itu sebabnya gw selalu berasa I am a princess…! Karena gw selalu merasa kedua ayah gw… Bapa gw di surga dan Papa gw di dunia ini selalu menyanyikan lagu cinta buat gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I am loved by my Daddy… And forever His song of love will linger in my heart! Thank You for the life You gave me and for Your presence in my life… The one I’ll most remember are your songs of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing me a song again, Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Sing me a happy verse.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me those clever lines you sang&lt;br /&gt;As you carried me on your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Sing me that hymn that you so loudly&lt;br /&gt;Sang in church with mom.&lt;br /&gt;Sing it again to me and fill me&lt;br /&gt;With all your words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting words of love when I&lt;br /&gt;Would get home from school in tears.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow your songs have stayed within me&lt;br /&gt;Down through all the years.&lt;br /&gt;Once when my younger heart was broken&lt;br /&gt;Your shoulder was there to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;Sing me those songs I know will linger&lt;br /&gt;Long after you have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing at the threshold&lt;br /&gt;Of a chapter in my life&lt;br /&gt;I am asking for your blessing&lt;br /&gt;As I’m about to be the wife&lt;br /&gt;Of a man I know who loves me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m proud to be his bride.&lt;br /&gt;Dad the time has come for me to leave your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sing me a song again, Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Sing me a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;Wrap me inside your arms, Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;‘Though this is not goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Your songs will live forever&lt;br /&gt;In my heart. When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;The ones I’ll most remember&lt;br /&gt;Are your songs of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-2512839170764359602?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2512839170764359602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=2512839170764359602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2512839170764359602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2512839170764359602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/sing-me-your-song-again-daddy.html' title='Sing Me Your Song Again Daddy'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SLBfqdXbEaI/AAAAAAAAAcg/hpGdLNH3tgY/s72-c/walking+down+the+isle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-4773739514619655768</id><published>2008-08-21T17:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:53:45.392+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dear hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>The TRUE Us</title><content type='html'>Banyak orang mengenal Riko sebagai sosok pewarta. Dan gw sebagai istri riko yang dikenal galak tetapi istri yang baik... (hihihihihi... Haleluya..!)&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang mikir kita suci, padahal setiap hari boro-boro suci... masih berusaha untuk melangkah dari kedosaan dan kelemahan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Cuma rahmat Tuhan yang bisa bikin kita kayak gini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahhh... Rahmat Tuhan yang bisa bikin kita tampil bicara di depan umum, atau mungkin juga bisa bikin kita gila kaya foto-foto di bawah ini.&lt;br /&gt;What a fun marriage we have! jarang-jarang ada suami yang mau diajak gila dan ngga tahu malu hehehe... We are Ariefano's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1I89hGymI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DCt1BC678GI/s1600-h/rl+carita1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1I89hGymI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DCt1BC678GI/s200/rl+carita1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236922153844525666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1I9OnPszI/AAAAAAAAAcI/oPg79sBwnjM/s1600-h/rl+carita2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1I9OnPszI/AAAAAAAAAcI/oPg79sBwnjM/s200/rl+carita2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236922158433678130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1I9TXQtLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tHMSQ0eohIM/s1600-h/rl+carita5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1I9TXQtLI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tHMSQ0eohIM/s200/rl+carita5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236922159708812466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1I9rP-jEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZbqmTSIcpX8/s1600-h/rl+carira4+ivan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1I9rP-jEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZbqmTSIcpX8/s200/rl+carira4+ivan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236922166120713282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-4773739514619655768?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4773739514619655768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=4773739514619655768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4773739514619655768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4773739514619655768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-us.html' title='The TRUE Us'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1I89hGymI/AAAAAAAAAcA/DCt1BC678GI/s72-c/rl+carita1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-9222804485385471442</id><published>2008-08-21T17:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:38:58.081+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dear hubby'/><title type='text'>Bad Habits Of Husbands, Which Drive Their Wife Crazy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1FniTV3AI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Qp9CWmgdg_k/s1600-h/rl+carita3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1FniTV3AI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Qp9CWmgdg_k/s320/rl+carita3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236918487226899458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artikel di bawah ini lucu juga... biarpun kl di baca-baca... di kasus pernikahan gw, ada beberapa (atau banyak, atau bahkan 90%nya nih ckckckckc) yang justru My Bad Habits yang Drive My Hubby Crazy hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Buat intermezo aja...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read some of the fascinating facts where husband's sense of hygiene and his habits are highly deplorable and the outcome is irritation. How can husbands become disciplined in this matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Some wife's either can't stand or hate when husbands dig their nose and for some husbands, picking their nose in public places is a large problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.     Some husbands have the habit of leaving their moustache trimmings all over their wife's dressing table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.      Some husbands wear dirty clothes; rarely showers but downpours a good amount of perfume to replace his unpleasant aroma. In addition, few husbands never hang their clothing carefully in wardrobes or take care in not to wrinkle or mess up the clothing of other members of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.      Some husbands sneeze without covering their mouth. The racket sound along with their sneeze is even more embarrassing for some wife's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.     The first thing that some husbands accomplish in the morning is monopolizing the newspaper. Plus, they demand or at least expect tea or coffee in their cups or flask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.      Men and stinking socks are inseparables, which is one of the most irritating habits. Many husbands throw dirty socks under the bed or roll them in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.      Some husbands mess a perfectly clean room, which was arranged or well organized by their wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.     Some husbands leave the bathroom and toilet in a mess or in a most horrible state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.      Some husbands walk all over the house in wet slippers, thereby creating dangerous wet spots for wife's to slip over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Some husbands throw wet towels on bed and some place their unclean ear buds wherever convenient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Some husbands forget their wife's birthday, anniversaries, list of groceries, their own Tel No, wallets, dinner dates. However, they don't forget their friends, bosses and secretaries birthdays especially the female secretaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Most husbands are absent-minded. One husband dropped his wife at one theatre and then he waited endlessly at another 2 km away from the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Most husbands are extremely negligent. They misplace their glasses, keys and most important of all, T.V Remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  Some husbands sip a soft drink awkwardly through the straw. The way they suck is as if they are fitted with some 1000 watt vacuum pump in inside of their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Some husbands have styles of eating. Even morsel that goes into his mouth is eaten with a crackling sound and lips wide open. The moment she looks at him, he stops, only to return again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Most husbands have a one-word solution to any or every problem: "LATER"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Some husbands roam in house with their underpants and others walk around the house with a towel wrapped around their waist. Some aren't ashamed of their BEAR body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Some husbands never close the drawers or wardrobes, when they look for a pair of clean socks or a neat shirt. The wife must follow them around and continually shut the drawers and wardrobes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  Some husbands never replace the cap on the toothpaste tube. Some do not shut the tap tightly and it leads to irritating drip and waste of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Some husbands never carefully remove and replace the items in the fridge. They never rinse the cup, serving dishes, plate or soiled knife but nicely leave them in the kitchen basin and his actions are same even during the absence of domestic help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Some husbands either never place their soiled clothes in the basket or lazy to put them but drop wherever he wishes to and the wife has to be at the back to pick and dispose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  Some husbands never care to clean the ashtrays but promptly fill the ashtrays with ashes, leaving their wife's to clean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Most husbands never switch off the lights while leaving the room. They do the same with some electronic goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Some husbands never close the door gently but slam them roughly. Rough hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  Other unusual habit, which is worth to mention,&lt;br /&gt;a.      Some husbands comb their bald head.  &lt;br /&gt;b.      Shaking their feet while eating, talking and sitting.&lt;br /&gt;c.       Scratching on walls while in the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;d.      Not buttoning his shirt right to the top or bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A habit is a bad thing that sticks to you like a leech.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the H is taken out, "a bit" remains.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the A is taken out, "bit" remains.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the B is taken out, "it" remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;friendID=374742976&amp;blogID=425231621&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-9222804485385471442?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9222804485385471442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=9222804485385471442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/9222804485385471442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/9222804485385471442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-habits-of-husbands-which-drive.html' title='Bad Habits Of Husbands, Which Drive Their Wife Crazy...'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SK1FniTV3AI/AAAAAAAAAb4/Qp9CWmgdg_k/s72-c/rl+carita3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2618033427806322444</id><published>2008-08-20T11:15:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:17:10.711+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Brutally Inspired by His Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8P5TRefI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RJaGL75SUU4/s1600-h/Rotation+of+IMG_9919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8P5TRefI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RJaGL75SUU4/s200/Rotation+of+IMG_9919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236556341758228978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dalam pengajaran yang diadakan di retreat kemarin, Rm.Deshi Ramadhani SJ (moshi) membawakan pengajaran dari Yohanes bab 5: 1-9. Terutama dijabarkan dari ayat 8 yang bunyinya: "Bangunlah, angkat tilammu, dan berjalanlah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANGUNLAH&lt;br /&gt;Si lumpuh tergeletak di pinggir kolam selama 38tahun.Dia menunggu dapat masuk ke dalam kolam yang bergejolak, tetapi ia mempercayai tidak ada yang bisa dia lakukan krn tidak ada yang mau menggendong dia. Saat yesus datang... Ia berkata.. "Bangunlah.."&lt;br /&gt;Bangun artinya mengangkat badan yang selama ini melekat di lantai tempat ia terbaring dan berdiri di atas kedua kakinya. Artinya... banyak hal yang selama ini menjadi keterikatan dan attachment selama kelumpuhan kita. Dan saat Yesus datang dalam hidup kita dan menyuruh kita untuk bangun, pilihan kitalah yang menentukan apakah kita mau melepaskan segala keterikatan kita yang membuat kita lumpuh selama ini, dan dengan iman berdiri di kedua kaki yang diciptakan sejak awal mampu menopang kehidupan kita sesuai dengan citraNya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGKATLAH TILAMMU&lt;br /&gt;Tilam dipakai si lumpuh selama 38tahun dan mengalaskan badan nya dengan bumi. Segala keterikatan dialasi oleh tilam itu. Dan saat Yesus datang mengatakan untuk bangun, si lumpuh segera bangun dan mengangkat tilam itu. Saat bertemu orang farisi, orang farisi menanyakan mengapa ia mengangkat tilam di hari sabat, tetapi si lumpuh berkata: "Orang yang menyuruhnya mengangkat tilam itu, membuatnya dapat berjalan!"&lt;br /&gt;Saat kita menganglat tilam kita, bertobat dan mengangkat semua yang menjadi keterikatan kita selama ini, dan kembali mengikuti perintahNya... segala yang pernah terjadi dapat menjadi kesaksian bagi orang lain. Bahkan bagi orang yang tidak percaya sekalipun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERJALANLAH&lt;br /&gt;Saat Yesus menyuruh orang lumpuh ini berjalan, ia dapat berjalan dan setelah itu ia menjadi saksi bagi orang-orang yang melihatnya lumpuh dan tergeletak di pinggir kolam selama 38 tahun. Bila saat nya kita berjalan dan kita mau melakukannya, dengan Yesus (melalui sakramen ekaristi di hari ini) kita akan menjadi saksi Kristus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENYEMBAHAN SALIB &lt;br /&gt;Setelah session, di malam itu, kita sama-sama mengingat sengsara Tuhan yang menyelematkan kita. Kita nonton sedikit cuplikan film Passion of The Christ. Romo menawarkan waktu itu... mau lihat versi yang 'brutal' atau yang agak soft. Kita memilih nonton yang brutal... karena se 'soft' apapun penderitaan Yesus, selalu akan menjadi sangat brutal bila kita benar-benar meresapinya.&lt;br /&gt;Doa dan penyembahan malam itu berlangsung sangat indah dan rasanya me'refresh' my spirit(at least for me!). Udah lama banget ngga berasa seperti ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I am inspired by His Love... Brutally Inspired by His Love.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything Lord... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit foto-foto suasana retreat dan diantaranya hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8P95hlaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Eb5RLRyvBaQ/s1600-h/IMG_9911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8P95hlaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Eb5RLRyvBaQ/s200/IMG_9911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236556342992410018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8QHMCVbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JDQLhzd0vGg/s1600-h/IMG_9916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8QHMCVbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/JDQLhzd0vGg/s200/IMG_9916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236556345485972914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8Qd9moUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Q70XgLB_AlI/s1600-h/IMG_9920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8Qd9moUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Q70XgLB_AlI/s200/IMG_9920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236556351599452482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8QjWpLXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/evV2CiJY61k/s1600-h/IMG_9915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8QjWpLXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/evV2CiJY61k/s200/IMG_9915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236556353046654322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-2618033427806322444?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2618033427806322444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=2618033427806322444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2618033427806322444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2618033427806322444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/brutally-inspired-by-his-love.html' title='Brutally Inspired by His Love!'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKv8P5TRefI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/RJaGL75SUU4/s72-c/Rotation+of+IMG_9919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-7603059187563452739</id><published>2008-08-19T15:51:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:10:24.123+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>Domus Cordis Retreat Orientasi Class 2008</title><content type='html'>Komunitas kami Domus Cordis mengadakan retreat wajib tahunan yang akan selalu diadakan di liburan Kemerdekaan RI. Jadi tahun ini diadakan tgl.16 dan 17 Agustus 2008, dapat tempat di rumahnya Tante Joice, di daerah Lippo Carita... (yang ternyata juaaauhhhhh... tapi namanya berkat, musti disyukuri! hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami akhirnya pergi ber-16, krn biarpun acara sudah diumumkan jauh-jauh hari, ada aja yang ngga bisa ikut karena urusan ini itu ehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Moshi (Rm.Deshi Ramadhani SJ), Riko, gw dan Ms. Mindy (secara di rumah gw kosong, ternyata princess doggy satu ini diajak hehehe...) berangkat hari Jumat jam 3pm. Maunya sih sampe di sana duluan. Tapi secara kita berjalan seperti kura(h)dan berhenti2 krn hambatan Europian Resto di karawaci, serta nyasar(h) ke Serang dan bablas sampe ke Labuan, kita sampe di tempat baru jam 9 malam (HALELUYA! hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe di sana, sambil nunggu Vera, Chen(H), dan Yuli... gw masak makan malam. Ceritanya sih mau buat Bim Bim Bab kayak yang Tante Mei buat waktu itu. Tapi kok setelah di makan, rasanya kayak Beef Yakiniku... aneh... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;3 wanita itu berdatangan... mulailah rame di vila. Gw teler banget malam itu... mana Mindy ngikutin terus... tidurlah gw duluan. Mana Mindy ngga tahu kenapa jadi manja banget... ngikutin gw ke mana(H)... lumayan juga... Ngga kebayang gw dikuntitin begini terus... sama anjing yang bisa gw bentak aja gw terganggu... jangan(H) ntar ama anak gw juga begitu... matilah... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu pagi semua berdatangan. Mike dan Ocep, Pasutri Balle, The Wikanta's dan Rhea, Bro Dewo and Sist Angel... dah lengkap deh!&lt;br /&gt;Kita mulai acara dari Sabtu sore sd. Minggu siang... Puji Tuhan semua lancar (sesion akan gw ceritain sendiri ya!), ada As dan Riyo juga yang bantuin masak jadi gw ngga pusing ama konsumsi kita semua.&lt;br /&gt;Abis acara kita misa dan menyanyikan 17 Agustus dengan semangat! Setelah itu kita lomba... lucu banget ngeliatin Dewo yang berusaha menggendong Mbak Avi, Mike yang gendong Chen(H) belum lagi main ngesot(H)an dan gundu... &lt;br /&gt;Biarpun usia bertambah... rasanya sulit ya jadi dewasa...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuO1W9p5mI/AAAAAAAAAaI/sy2VGpMegA8/s1600-h/all+carita10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuO1W9p5mI/AAAAAAAAAaI/sy2VGpMegA8/s200/all+carita10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236436039096723042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuO1mT1NBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/fliBg8WgvHw/s1600-h/all+carita11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuO1mT1NBI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/fliBg8WgvHw/s200/all+carita11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236436043216270354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuO2NjQsJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/6Lnp8no97P8/s1600-h/carita+games1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuO2NjQsJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/6Lnp8no97P8/s200/carita+games1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236436053749969042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuO2YlF1zI/AAAAAAAAAag/6PvMPNnqzAM/s1600-h/carita+games2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuO2YlF1zI/AAAAAAAAAag/6PvMPNnqzAM/s200/carita+games2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236436056710436658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu kita rame-rame mau sunset-an di pantai carita. Di sana kita abis2an foto(H), dan emang menyenangkan pergi rame(H) ke laut gini... lucu aja... hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Ini beberapa pose(H) ngga tahu malu kita hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTMMXw9DI/AAAAAAAAAao/vj6l4Zot7W0/s1600-h/all+carita5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTMMXw9DI/AAAAAAAAAao/vj6l4Zot7W0/s200/all+carita5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440829436949554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTMRBFfeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Jq8z4YmEQFk/s1600-h/all+carita2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTMRBFfeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Jq8z4YmEQFk/s200/all+carita2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440830684003810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTMXVLozI/AAAAAAAAAa4/jMTryupFwJs/s1600-h/all+carita8-revised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTMXVLozI/AAAAAAAAAa4/jMTryupFwJs/s200/all+carita8-revised.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440832378905394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTMgEZAwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/A6m7h5xJIto/s1600-h/all+carita9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTMgEZAwI/AAAAAAAAAbA/A6m7h5xJIto/s200/all+carita9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440834724397826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTM4VucyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/FNb5veqSoFk/s1600-h/gals+carita1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuTM4VucyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/FNb5veqSoFk/s200/gals+carita1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236440841239556898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu gw punya luka yang besar sama yang namanya komunitas dan sulit kembali mempercayai apa artinya persahabatan. Tapi gw bersyukur atas semua yang boleh Dia 'kembalikan' dalam kehidupan gw. Mungkin buat orang lain itu ngga terlalu berarti, tetapi buat gw pribadi... as I always said: Friends are like stars... mereka selalu memberi makna dalam setiap keadaan. Dan mereka menyembuhkan gw perlahan. &lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan persahabatan naik dan turun. Kadang gw sebellll banget ama mereka! Malas ketemu mereka... tetapi melebihi semua itu.. they are my second family in this world! and thank God for that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-7603059187563452739?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7603059187563452739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=7603059187563452739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7603059187563452739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7603059187563452739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/domus-cordis-retreat-orientasi-class.html' title='Domus Cordis Retreat Orientasi Class 2008'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKuO1W9p5mI/AAAAAAAAAaI/sy2VGpMegA8/s72-c/all+carita10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-4811646353895002424</id><published>2008-08-14T22:00:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:28:55.130+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>Notes from Perth: Things Will Never be The Same  (part  3)</title><content type='html'>Bangun pagi dengan penuh semangat siap2 ke seminar.&lt;br /&gt;Pagi sampe sore dan besok seharian riko dan Rm.Ari akan bawain soal Kekayaan Gereja Katolik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRPema-v6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/YNIKblw4qwQ/s1600-h/Rotation+of+IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRPema-v6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/YNIKblw4qwQ/s200/Rotation+of+IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234396054039740322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini topic yang selalu jadi passion my hubby… jadi ya… he will do it very well with Gods grace for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw pergi sebentar ama Tante dan iicha ke toko sosis buat bawa pulang sosis dan bumbu Bim Bim Bap. Yippppiiii! Senangnya…&lt;br /&gt;Abis dari situ nyusul ke ruang pertemuan tempat seminar CLL minggu lalu diadakan, looohhh acara baru mulai… ngaret nih… ngga di Jakarta ngga di Perth, sami mawon!&lt;br /&gt;Session I dimulai dengan Talk Show iman Katolik yang pertanyaannya meliputi sekitar patung, Bunda Maria, ngaku dosa, ekaristi, dan the fullness of the truth. Sessi ini selalu menarik di manapun di buat. Pasti seru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRN0ZdK8SI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/r75wQewmfl4/s1600-h/IMG_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRN0ZdK8SI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/r75wQewmfl4/s200/IMG_0906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234394229493133602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRN0sKsV0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/rlcDbhDfazY/s1600-h/IMG_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRN0sKsV0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/rlcDbhDfazY/s200/IMG_0916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234394234515904322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRN00EBmAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iCuGXrebx3o/s1600-h/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRN00EBmAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/iCuGXrebx3o/s200/IMG_0909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234394236635420674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu Session 2 riko lagi bawain… basicly soal To know, to love, to serve sih…&lt;br /&gt;Lalu sessi 3 dan 4 Rm Ari soal Maria dan Sakramen. Rm.Ari hebat lho… satu satu dia persiapin, jadinya jelas banget. Keliatan banget dia ekstra efford buat siapin semuanya. Good job Mo!&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu berakhir dan menurut rencana, malam itu emang kita akan dinner bareng2 sama anak2 TOM di satu tempat namanya Mundaring. 1 hour dari kota Perth, buat makan Pizza yang katanya menang kontes… dan diproklamirkan (waduhhh… salah bahasa nih hehehe…) jadi The Best Pizza in The World.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I deserve it… hiihihihii… Best Pizza booo… tetep aje… krn gw ngga terlalu doyan pizza, Cuma curious aja ama bentuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 6.45 kita rame2 berangkat dari rumah Tante Mei. Satu mobil sama Maria, Lisa, dan Mr.Rio from the city of Jember yeaaahhhh… ketawa-ketawa terus aja dalam mobil nggodain si Rio yang lagi ‘berusaha’ sesuatu ehem ehem… hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe di sana, ternyata bagian dalam sudah penuh. Karena kita ber 27, duduk lah kit adi pinggir jalan (hhhmmm… jadi inget Pecenongan), dengan udara yaaaanggg… dingiiin nya luar binasa! Angin boooo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRTU83c9oI/AAAAAAAAAXw/726kKudtt10/s1600-h/Rotation+of+IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRTU83c9oI/AAAAAAAAAXw/726kKudtt10/s200/Rotation+of+IMG_0968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234400286312560258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRTVAZzvxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/418LEBzQNIM/s1600-h/Rotation+of+IMG_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRTVAZzvxI/AAAAAAAAAX4/418LEBzQNIM/s200/Rotation+of+IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234400287261966098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRTVjuqSfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lHtLxzmlPfk/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRTVjuqSfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/lHtLxzmlPfk/s200/IMG_0970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234400296744667634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita beli wine, beer, liquor buat ngangetin badan… &lt;br /&gt;Pesen punya pesen… keluar lah sang Pizza. Ngga tahu si Maria pesen berapa, yang pasti penuh dari ujung meja satu ke pojok lainnya. Gilaaa… pizza semua segede apaan tau! Gw sih konsisten ama pasta hehehe… tapi sempet nyobain juga. Enak sih… gw suka yang sarden, riko suka yang fettucini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRXoKezjsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cGyEmtP9wjI/s1600-h/IMG_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRXoKezjsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cGyEmtP9wjI/s200/IMG_0976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234405014431305410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRXoa07MII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gFqFb0Is8is/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRXoa07MII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gFqFb0Is8is/s200/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234405018819047554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRXohUIXGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/jzL74XlUK60/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRXohUIXGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/jzL74XlUK60/s200/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234405020560546914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRXo5a8YGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/MYCmpw1UFVM/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRXo5a8YGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/MYCmpw1UFVM/s200/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234405027031572578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senang lah nyoba makanan baru. Kita seru foto-foto di situ… Segala pose deh pokoknya. Ada foto kawinan juga heheh.. secara fotonya sel demi sel… ud kayak org kawin aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdgAlxwyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RCXhATVuOBg/s1600-h/IMG_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdgAlxwyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RCXhATVuOBg/s200/IMG_0989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234411471407006498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdglFf4YI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QNTA5j_Hgm0/s1600-h/IMG_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdglFf4YI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QNTA5j_Hgm0/s200/IMG_0990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234411481203728770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdg_J7PQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/I4O6YF9IIuE/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdg_J7PQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/I4O6YF9IIuE/s200/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234411488201620738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdheveihI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_Z5FSR1L3mw/s1600-h/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdheveihI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_Z5FSR1L3mw/s200/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234411496680622610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdhzs6gEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PKtrW-Q1iLo/s1600-h/IMG_0999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRdhzs6gEI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PKtrW-Q1iLo/s200/IMG_0999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234411502307016770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita pulang ke rumah, dan tidur dalam damai malam itu… dengan senyum ‘kepizzaan’ tersimpul di bibir… hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok paginya kita pergi misa ama Tante Mei dan iicha, secara gw dan riko diberikan privilege buat bacain bacaan 1 dan 2 minggu itu. Waduhhh… jauh2 ke Perth bisa berdiri di salah satu bagian altar dan jadi pembaca firman. Buat gw… seneng banget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu dimulailah seminar hari ke 2. Hari ini penuh euyyy… mungkin abis dari misa, sekalian mampir ikut seminar. Riko bawain soal Footsteps of Sainthood. Puji Tuhan riko bawain dengan sangat baik (menurut gw lho… soalnya gw merasa disemangati lagi juga). Setelah itu session Q&amp;A yang juga seru, dibawaka bergantian oleh Romo dan Riko.&lt;br /&gt;Romo menutup seminar 2 hari itu dengan session The Mission: The New Springtime (hhhmmmm.. riko banget sih… hehehe) dengan sangat bagus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTiMCt0HlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/V0c8367GGTs/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTiMCt0HlI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/V0c8367GGTs/s200/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234557363426696786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw amazed sama semua yang romo siapkan. Detail dan dia bawain dengan penuh passion. &lt;br /&gt;Setelah acara berakhir, kita foto2 sama semua panitia. Secara malam itu adalah malam terakhir kita di Perth dan besok kita ud pulang. Beberapa teman memang besok ketemu lagi krn ud janji mau antar, tetapi kan sebagian besar ngga. Jadi malam itu jadi malam terakhir kita ketemuan. Ya ud pamit sana pamit sini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTk8i_fPpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cMmExwHMoEw/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTk8i_fPpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cMmExwHMoEw/s200/IMG_1070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234560395747737234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTk82IveWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Pc9ucBx98a0/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTk82IveWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/Pc9ucBx98a0/s200/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234560400886823266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ngga tahu kenapa, gw ngga sedih tuh… bukan karena mereka ngga berarti, tetapi gw yakin kita masih akan terus kontak2, jadi ya this is not good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam itu kita diajak dinner sama Oom Budi dan Tante Mel, juga Tante Mei, dan Tante Elvi (yg ulang tahun tgl.8 kmrn, selamat ya Tant!),Romo Ari, dan Adi. Kita makan di Pizza Bellaroma di Fremantle. I love Fremantle! Kayaknya dari semua bagian Perth yg gw liat, gw paling suka Fremantle.&lt;br /&gt;Oom Budi pesen makan banyak banget! Gila bener deh… gw makan chili mussle lagi, dan pesen my fav spagettos… Aglio O’lio yang keluarnya buanyak banget! Padahal gw pesen porsi entrée.. alias kecil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTnfDlmBwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9aXMSHtZYCM/s1600-h/IMG_1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTnfDlmBwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/9aXMSHtZYCM/s200/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234563187636307714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTnfp8o5hI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ot7pSI-P3JY/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTnfp8o5hI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ot7pSI-P3JY/s200/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234563197933512210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di situ Oom Budi dan Tante Mel banyak sharing soal perjalanan kehidupan mereka… dan sangat menginspirasi kami berdua.&lt;br /&gt;Malam berakhir, judulnya malam itu PACKING! Dan ngga nyangka…koper kita beranak booo! Minta ampun… padahal niatnya ke Perth kagak mau belanja sama sekali… hehehe… Berkat Tuhan melimpah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi-pagi kami ud bangun, Oom Adri datang nganterin coffee liquor buat kami.&lt;br /&gt;Kita bener-bener belajar banyak hal dari semua orang yang kita temui di sini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TanteMei dan Oom Christ (yang Cuma kita dengar namanya karena Oom Christ lagi di Indo), luar biasa semangat mereka dalam melayani dan berbagi berkat. Tante Mei cerita gimana usaha mereka dulu dari 0 sampai hari ini berkat begitu melimpah. &lt;br /&gt;Oom Christ yang diceritakan Tante Mei sebagai sosok suami yang sangat melindungi keluarganya in a very positive way! Sangat dekat dengan Eka, Lya, Erlin, dan Iicha, juga Surya yang adalah keponakan Tante Mei dan tinggal di situ untuk sekolah. Anak-anak mereka juga tumbuh jadi anak-anak yang sangat ramah dan caring dengan sekelilingnya.&lt;br /&gt;Gw liat sebagai seorang istri, gimana Tante Mei belajar tunduk pada suami, melayani keluarga, dan banyak berkorban untuk anak-anaknya. What a mom and a wife in God! She’s really a woman of God!&lt;br /&gt;Tante Mei selalu percaya berkat Tuhan dan penyertaan Tuhan akan selalu ada dalam hidupnya. Jujurnya… dia tipe ibu rumah tangga yang gw mau sih… Tinggal di rumah urus anak, dan masih bisa sibuk urus apa yang jadi passion dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oom Budi dan Tante Mel&lt;br /&gt;Kita belajar gimana mereka bener-bener menyadarkan semuanya kepada Tuhan. Percaya bahwa Tuhan akan memberikan yang terbaik kepada mereka. Dan berani melangkah! Kita Cuma bisa ngobrol banyak pas makan malam di hari terakhir, tetapi itu bener2 menjadi penyemangatan buat kami berdua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oom Adri dan Tante Yunita&lt;br /&gt;Kita belajar gimana pasangan ini mempunyai hati yang sangat besar untuk menolong orang lain. Tante Yunita bekerja di RS, mendengarkan keluh kesah dari pasien-pasiennya. Mereka sangat punya hati juga untuk pelayanan dan mewartakan Kristus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seluruh teman-teman muda yang ada di sana&lt;br /&gt;Ngga bisa gw sebutin satu2, krn banyak banget… dari Maria and Lisa yang nemenin kita dari awal sampe akhir.&lt;br /&gt;Bryan yang ternyata anaknya Ci Ros, yang gw kenal di Manado…&lt;br /&gt;Icha, Anita, dan masih banyak lagi anak2 Gading hahaha… Kelapa Gading tanah air beta deh!&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya mengingatkan kita akan teman2 kita yang juga ada di Jakarta. Gimana kita saling menjaga dan hidup berkomunitas. &lt;br /&gt;Gimana semangat dan hati mereka yang sangat haus akan Tuhan dan kebenaran.&lt;br /&gt;You’re all amazing guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat kepulangan tiba… kita naik Qantas ke Singapore dulu. Pesawat jam 12. Kita diantar sama Tante Mei, Lisa, Maria, Mariska, Wiiliam, dan Victor. What an honour… dianterin pulang segambreng gitu hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Kita final ngopi sama2 di DOME rport sambil nunggu boarding time, sambil deg2kan takut cabin koper kita kelebihan beratnya hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTpvAsG9hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6RBbNsFzTXo/s1600-h/IMG_1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTpvAsG9hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6RBbNsFzTXo/s200/IMG_1096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234565660759488018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTpvexMKmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/9P_dYDGiHos/s1600-h/IMG_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKTpvexMKmI/AAAAAAAAAaA/9P_dYDGiHos/s200/IMG_1098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234565668833864290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi semua berjalan baik dan Puji Tuhan kami sampai di Jakarta… dan kembali melihat muka-muka saudara-saudari kami di Jakarta… teman2 yang berbagi hidup dengan kami. Bukan Cuma hidup, kadang juga rumah hehhe… Thanks to our sist Yuli and Avi, juga Mas Ton yang ud jemput kita. (katanya mau pake Tanjidor dan ondel2 Mike… manaaaaaa…? Mike ingkar janji…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes… as I said Things will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Gw ngga pernah pengen menginjakkan kaki ke benua Ausralia. Makanya kemarin WYD, gw juga ngga napsu2 banget.. mau paus ke yang datang… kl di tempat lain, mgkn gw mau hehhee…&lt;br /&gt;Ngga ada faktor yang membuat gw pengen ke Aussie, sama sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Hari2 pertama pun gw mikir… gw ngga akan balik lagi ke Perth. Ngga terlalu suka… kurang bule menurut gw masih ada bau2 asia nya hehehe… sok ya gw! &lt;br /&gt;Tapi setelah ini, semuanya ngga akan sama.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinnn satu hari nanti gw akan balik ke sana. Terutama karena begitu banyak hati-hati yang memberikan kesan dalam diri kami.&lt;br /&gt;Teman baru, pengalaman baru, dan semua hal yang mengajarkan kami untuk menghargai setiap yang terjadi dalam diri kami berdua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything Lord… semua privilege yang Kau berikan pada kami berdua untuk melayani Engkau. Its always You yang bekerja dan berkarya. Tetapi kami selalu kecipratan sukacita dan berkatNya… Thanks God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes  guysss… all of you… Things will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-4811646353895002424?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4811646353895002424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=4811646353895002424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4811646353895002424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4811646353895002424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/notes-from-perth-it-will-never-be-same.html' title='Notes from Perth: Things Will Never be The Same  (part  3)'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRPema-v6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/YNIKblw4qwQ/s72-c/Rotation+of+IMG_0914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-5829612506928306144</id><published>2008-08-14T08:49:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:53:53.582+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>Notes from Perth: A week full with Adventure!  (part  2)</title><content type='html'>Membayangkan 1 mgg ke depan, lalu masih besoknya lagi pulang… gilaaaa rasanya lama banget. Kayaknya gw serasa pindah ke Perth karena mikir, kayaknya gw bakal nganggur (yg ternyata gw salah besar! Hehehe…)&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. saya akan mengubah kata2 saya menjadi gue (gw) yang dalam penulisan2 berikutnya…&lt;br /&gt;Kagok  euyyyy pake2 saya segala hehehe… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Minggu ada sepasang Oom dan Tante… namanya Oom Adri dan Tante Yunita yang sudah bilang hari Senin ngajak kita lunch bareng sambil ngobrol2. &lt;br /&gt;Secara Oom juga menawarkan mampir ke toko buku, kita berdua langsung berbinar-binar. Kalau keluar negeri, ngga ada yang lain yang selalu kita borong pulang… Books, books, and books!&lt;br /&gt;So, Oom Adri jemput kita jam 10.35 pagi hari Senin. Kita langsung ke salah satu toko buku Katolik yang namanya GATTO bookshop  dan kemudian Oom Adri ‘ngomporin’ kita dengan banyak buku2 bagus hehehe… Si riko disodorin buku… mana tahaaaannnnn…&lt;br /&gt;Setelah dari situ… sambil nunggu Tante yang baru bisa keluar dari kerjaan jam 12, kita mampir ke Kings’ Park, bisa lihat pemandangan dari situ. Gedung-gedung di Perth juga  Swan River yang gede banget ituh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOSoxufzCI/AAAAAAAAARI/GWy-asQjUAs/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOSoxufzCI/AAAAAAAAARI/GWy-asQjUAs/s200/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234188421175430178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOSpJwjWJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fGbeIpSB58w/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOSpJwjWJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fGbeIpSB58w/s200/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234188427626502290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOSpQKJNlI/AAAAAAAAARY/dyUShZsEIgI/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOSpQKJNlI/AAAAAAAAARY/dyUShZsEIgI/s200/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234188429344454226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis jalan-jalan dan poto2… perut yang sudah lapar ini disuguhi daging steak yang besarnya ampun! Kita makan di Hog’s Breath Café di daerah NorthBridge . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOWNuOb9ZI/AAAAAAAAARg/4DJMzIdAOrQ/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOWNuOb9ZI/AAAAAAAAARg/4DJMzIdAOrQ/s200/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234192354425697682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOWN3d_8XI/AAAAAAAAARo/ntfTVFZOI6k/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOWN3d_8XI/AAAAAAAAARo/ntfTVFZOI6k/s200/IMG_0495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234192356906889586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOWOFy03gI/AAAAAAAAARw/0p8c3GIipMc/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOWOFy03gI/AAAAAAAAARw/0p8c3GIipMc/s200/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234192360752340482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngga lama Tante datang, dan mulailah kita makan sambil ngobrol-ngobrol. Mulai dari hal-hal sehari-hari sampe diskusi hal-hal menarik soal kesehatan, juga kerjaan Tante di RS yang kerjanya jadi pendamping orang-orang sakit. Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Abis kelar main menu, disodorinlah kita Mud Cake yang katanya enak banget… hhhhmmm… emang lumayan sih, Cuma krn gw ngga terlalu suka manis… gw ngga terlalu ‘balapan’ makannya hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Lagian masih malu ah… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu krn Tante masih ada kerjaan lain, kita lanjutin jalan-jalan sama Oom ke Toko buku (again). Kali ini namanya Koorong (many weird names here! Heheh..). Kembali… kita beli beberapa buku… hhhmmm.. mulai kebayang over weight bagasi nih… &lt;br /&gt;Abis dari situ kembali kita ngopi di tempat yang namanya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boatsheed&lt;/span&gt;, itu dipinggir sungai Swan… pemandangannya bagus banget, dan kopinya enak! Hhhmmm… what a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOY5DdWuBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dn-Wmcd_DIY/s1600-h/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOY5DdWuBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/dn-Wmcd_DIY/s200/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234195297883043858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOY5VR7ggI/AAAAAAAAASA/xq4u1U6O-5s/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOY5VR7ggI/AAAAAAAAASA/xq4u1U6O-5s/s200/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234195302666961410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOY5rI5cmI/AAAAAAAAASI/Kp7ACUe1q3s/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOY5rI5cmI/AAAAAAAAASI/Kp7ACUe1q3s/s200/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234195308534657634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngobrol2 sama Oom Adri ngga kerasa ud jam 5 lewat, buru2 kita pulang krn mau mapir dulu ke rumah Oom Adri buat nyobaik Liquer Coffee.. and again.. it was really nice!&lt;br /&gt;Aduhhh… parah nih… malu2in aja, masa disuguhin apapun nambah.. dasar sifat rakus emang susah dikendalikan hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;Kita dinner di rumah… dimasakin Tante Mei RIBS! Yang biarpun gw belum pernah makan Tony Romas, yang ini ngga kalah! Malah mgkn lebih enak… Tante Meiiiii… siapa dulu dong yg masak hihihi… ini namanya cari muka biar dibuatin lagih! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besokannya pergi lagi sama Tante Mei ke Gatto krn ada yang kurang, nganterin Erlin ke Curtin University, gila gede banget tuh kampus, terus jalan-jalan di mal deket rumah. Mampir bentar beli coklat di Margaret Chocolate Factory terus langsung jemput Iicha di sekolahnya yang pemandangannya EDAN! Bagus banget! Dari atas bukit bisa lihat Swan River, hamparan rumput dan pohon rindang. Bener2 kayak boarding school yang gw bayangin di cerita Si Badung dulu (haiyaaa… cerita jadul banget yah…. Heheh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOaGvvVCjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tlL_ysEUSco/s1600-h/IMG_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOaGvvVCjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tlL_ysEUSco/s200/IMG_0533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234196632619518514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malam riko musti bawain di PD Dewasa Karismatiknya, dan dia bawain lagi soal Fathers Heart. Rupanya banyak banget yang tersentuh… memang ini adalah Fatherless Generation. Eehhh… ada Bebeth juga datang di PD, setelah PD kita pergi ke satu tempat burger yang katanya seru… liat sendiri aja fotonya!&lt;br /&gt;Pergi sama Bebeth dan Kevin, sampe di sana ternyata tempatnya bernama Alfreds Kitchen. Kayak kedai yang lumayan besar di pinggir jalan. Kita pesan burger dan makannya disekeliling perapian… Yang gila adalah ukuran burgernya… Gw pesen sandwichnya, Riko dan Bebeth pesen burgernya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penjualnya seorang wanita muda yang ramah banget (talkative), sempet nanyain gw pake parfum apa hihihihi… (white musk legend nih…)&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata setelah keluar… ajubilah itu burger… ada 4 lapis daging di dalamnya, plus egg and cheese, tomat, dll.. (lihat di fotonya nanti ya…)&lt;br /&gt;The big burger I ever eat! And ueeenaaakkkk tenaaaannnnn! Hehehe… Mak Nyus… wisata kuliner nih gw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOfWl0EBvI/AAAAAAAAASw/sr5HHR3KbtI/s1600-h/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOfWl0EBvI/AAAAAAAAASw/sr5HHR3KbtI/s200/IMG_0540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234202402391066354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOfW3xv4tI/AAAAAAAAAS4/A1enaq9dXOg/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOfW3xv4tI/AAAAAAAAAS4/A1enaq9dXOg/s200/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234202407213195986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOfXKbKzkI/AAAAAAAAATA/2gBkeIp8bAU/s1600-h/IMG_0543+revised1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOfXKbKzkI/AAAAAAAAATA/2gBkeIp8bAU/s200/IMG_0543+revised1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234202412218764866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOfXVZ0krI/AAAAAAAAATI/hpjm30s_LDw/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOfXVZ0krI/AAAAAAAAATI/hpjm30s_LDw/s200/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234202415165903538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQjZA2z9iI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AqZMDkzXm3M/s1600-h/IMG_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQjZA2z9iI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AqZMDkzXm3M/s200/IMG_0690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234347579544958498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabunya gw diberkati Tuhan dengan Caversham Wild Life (Whiteman Park). Gw selalu cinta binatang! Di salah satu dream gw… kan gw pernah bilang one day, gw pengen punya zoo sendiri hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Dan di setiap kota baru yang gw datangi, pasti gw nyari zoo nya atau park kayak Taman Safarinya.&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya diantar Bebeth, Maria, dan Lisa… kami pergi ke sana. Na na na na… senangnya hatiku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQh4jMB_5I/AAAAAAAAATw/PzPgabI-d0U/s1600-h/Rotation+of+IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQh4jMB_5I/AAAAAAAAATw/PzPgabI-d0U/s200/Rotation+of+IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234345922313453458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tapi sebelum sampai di sana, kita brunch dulu di satu restaurant Jerman on the way ke sana. Namanya Duckstein Brewery di daerah Margaret River situ. Nostalgia nih ama makanan Jerman…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOgiRTgDCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7drOqBKJIqs/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOgiRTgDCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7drOqBKJIqs/s200/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234203702555839522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsung gw pesen Weizenbeer yang ada dalam menu pilihan bir-bir Jerman yang tersedia. Akhirnya kita semua pesen makanan berat deh. Riko dan gw pesen daging babi yang di roast dan sausage. Maria pesen Snitzel, dan Lisa juga pesen daging babi. Yang asik si Bebeth dong… dia pesen kaki babi yang waktu gw makan di Jerman namanya Schweinshaxe. Gilaaaa gede banget! Ama riko diiris-iris aja ngga abis buat kita ber-5. Tapi ud di makan, gw lebih suka yang di Jerman sih… ini Cuma di roast biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOk_UjKG9I/AAAAAAAAATY/_nWK8ueUXSY/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOk_UjKG9I/AAAAAAAAATY/_nWK8ueUXSY/s200/IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234208599689534418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOk__wF5gI/AAAAAAAAATg/FA1_WkaeERY/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOk__wF5gI/AAAAAAAAATg/FA1_WkaeERY/s200/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234208611286509058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOlAEqOY-I/AAAAAAAAATo/yz-ZjhPilPM/s1600-h/IMG_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOlAEqOY-I/AAAAAAAAATo/yz-ZjhPilPM/s200/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234208612604077026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kenyang beneran kita sampe di Caversham. Gw masuk ditemenin Maria, krn Lisa musti belajar dan Bebeth nemenin dia nunggu di cafetaria (thanks gals ud berkorban belajar buat nemenin gw dan riko! )&lt;br /&gt;Gw keliling-keliling ama riko, ada lintasannya. Ngelian kalong, kanggoro kecil, dsbnya. Gw senang banget akhirnya bisa ngeliat dan megang kangguru sendiri. Ngasi makan pula, ngeliat anak di kantong mama kangguru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQodXY67kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EqXc_S6Crus/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQodXY67kI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EqXc_S6Crus/s200/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234353151871217218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQod6IYyVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZxRNlW7_kyg/s1600-h/IMG_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQod6IYyVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZxRNlW7_kyg/s200/IMG_0626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234353161197111634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQoeCWmfyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i6M1GWyoLzY/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQoeCWmfyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i6M1GWyoLzY/s200/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234353163404214050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus  foto sama satu binatang (aneh sih bentuknya) yang namanya Wombat. Namanya sih serem, tapi ternyata boro-boro… tidur mulu, sampe gw ama riko foto aja, dia masih keenakan molor… bleeehhhhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQpkJ1HNII/AAAAAAAAAUY/GH0bi6MHmAg/s1600-h/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQpkJ1HNII/AAAAAAAAAUY/GH0bi6MHmAg/s200/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234354368002077826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu liat koala… yang katanya tidur hampir 20jam sehari… (gossshhhh… kok gw punya kesamaan dengan koala ya…? *garuk-garuk*) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQsiVz09eI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8ttUBDZN4oc/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQsiVz09eI/AAAAAAAAAUg/8ttUBDZN4oc/s200/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234357635393058274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQsiorVlWI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pKkzDgcsFvM/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQsiorVlWI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pKkzDgcsFvM/s200/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234357640457721186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang menarik dan gw seneng banget adalah masuk ke area farm (Molly’s Farm). Di situ adalah area tempat binatang2 yang biasanya ada di farm. Ada rabbit, Goast, Rabbits, Cows, Geese, Chicken, Buffalos, tapi yang gw jatuh hati adalah sama Tommy, my fav donkey. He’s so sweet and gentle. Paling lama gw di situ buat ngelus2 dia. I fall in love with him…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQvmzJeUUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yba_9KmQ8HU/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQvmzJeUUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yba_9KmQ8HU/s200/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234361010522837314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQvnJb1xeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/I9JlVNduStc/s1600-h/Rotation+of+IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQvnJb1xeI/AAAAAAAAAU4/I9JlVNduStc/s200/Rotation+of+IMG_0671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234361016505452002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQvnaEM-pI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9r6ZxihQ3L0/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQvnaEM-pI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9r6ZxihQ3L0/s200/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234361020969712274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQxly8pBTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/v5Zq08JPgig/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQxly8pBTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/v5Zq08JPgig/s200/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234363192312399154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ngga kerasa 2 jam ½  kali kita ada di dalam situ. Kebayang ngga sih, ibu2 yang ada di cafetaria… gw rasa bentar lagi bisa jadi seganas Tasmanian Devil yang gw juga sempet lihat di dalam (dan ternyata beda banget sama Tasmanian Warner Bros… ini bener2 Devil bentuk dan attitude nya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis itu tadinya kita mau test wine di winery, Cuma krn waktunya mepet… kita memilih balik ke Margaret Chocolate Factory yang kmrn kita ud pergi, buat… biasaaaa… ngopi!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ampe sana kejadiannya… ya belanja lagiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii… &lt;br /&gt;Terus kita ngopi, foto2 dan nge cake di situ. Nice weather, good conversation, hhhmmm.. (again) what a life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ1zY1dewI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oALAPfCS3y8/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ1zY1dewI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oALAPfCS3y8/s200/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234367823867640578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ1zjwFhDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UuAGpsL3BmE/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ1zjwFhDI/AAAAAAAAAVY/UuAGpsL3BmE/s200/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234367826797888562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ10B9vnYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YxaVGzeY2gI/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ10B9vnYI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YxaVGzeY2gI/s200/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234367834908237186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ10fxXYGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/R0fPUBePf04/s1600-h/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ10fxXYGI/AAAAAAAAAVo/R0fPUBePf04/s200/IMG_0706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234367842909380706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamnya kita pergi ke rumah Endra buat pengisian coordinator sel TOM. Riko bawain soal Efesus (berapa ya… 4:6) yang menjadi visi TOM. Buat gw sih inspiring  bisa dengar sudut pandang itu. &lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu seperti biasa… kita pergi makan lagiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (pdhal tadi sebelum pergi dan dinner di rumah T.Mei) di Uncle Billys’ di Chinatown Northbridge. Kali ini cari bubur… eehhh… end up nya dasar pemakan bakmi… gw pesen bakmi dan wonton soup. Dasar cina! Hehehhe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ3GQmzyVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ovrkBvLvgmM/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ3GQmzyVI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ovrkBvLvgmM/s200/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234369247587846482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kamisnya kami ada janji makan siang sama ketua CCR (Catholic Charismatic Renewal) nya Perth yang namanya Dan Hewitt. Kita makan Fish and Chips di Joe’s Fish Sack di Fremantle. Dijemput Oom Adri jam 11.30, langsung meluncur ke tempat makan.&lt;br /&gt;Ngobrol2, makan kekenyangan… gw pesen Sea Food Platter dan Riko pesen Fish and Chips nya… gila pas keluar menunnya segambreng. Tapi ya… selalu menyenangkan mencoba hal baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRAQmSi9GI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jG0pVVrZYro/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRAQmSi9GI/AAAAAAAAAWY/jG0pVVrZYro/s200/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234379320811779170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abis dari situ kita diputerin sama Oom Adri buat liat penjara di Fremantle dan pesisir pantai yang namanya Coteslaw Foto-foto lah kita di sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malamnya di rumah Tante Mei ada pengisian lagi (they call it pengisian,  hehehe… mereka pengisian, gw dan riko pengisian juga… makanan mksdnya hehhe…) buat seluruh anak sel TOM. Riko lanjutin dari ayat yg kmrn. Kali ini sola kehidupan berkomunitas dan berani reach their dream. Hhhhmmm… typically my hubby! Hahhaa…&lt;br /&gt;Malam itu gw bener2 ngga enak badan. Meriang banget… Jadi pas Maria nanya mau keluar apa kagak, mala mini gw nyerah dah… mana dingin banget! Tidur pagiiiiiiiiiii…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini hari terakhir jalan2… This was a looongggg fun day!&lt;br /&gt;Kevin pagi2 ud nongol di rumah. Gosshhh… anak2 ini baik2 banget ya. Ngga abis pikir gw hehhehe…&lt;br /&gt;Kita ke Fremantle Traditional Market ( I love this place!) dan gw mulai belanja-belanji (again!).. abis gw puas muter2, kita lunch di outdoor food court sambil jemuran (uuuhhh… gaya… heheh). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ7_Zw71gI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LDMOrhflE0s/s1600-h/Rotation+of+IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ7_Zw71gI/AAAAAAAAAV4/LDMOrhflE0s/s200/Rotation+of+IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234374627345290754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ7_q-9etI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XoklmOARuPs/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ7_q-9etI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XoklmOARuPs/s200/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234374631967521490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ7_36M_lI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VGIRYASbNLY/s1600-h/IMG_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ7_36M_lI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VGIRYASbNLY/s200/IMG_0842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234374635437227602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sana gw kegilaan satu minuman yang namanya Bundasberg Ginger Beer… jadi tiap kali gw gelegek itu minuman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ9pFJOK3I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XUYiiQ_jIGk/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKQ9pFJOK3I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XUYiiQ_jIGk/s200/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234376442876144498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sambil nungguin Lisa pulang sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu kita ber 5 meluncur kembali ke Koorong Bookshop, dan di sanalah kita nge borong.. kali ini bener2 kalap! Hehehe…  Di sana ampir 2 jam kali… &lt;br /&gt;Sekarang…? Apa yang kurang…? Lunch… and then…? Of course COFFEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRCeysVOBI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Ujra8CFlrTA/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRCeysVOBI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Ujra8CFlrTA/s200/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234381763682580498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRCfW8iNJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VlImzFI3UL8/s1600-h/IMG_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRCfW8iNJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VlImzFI3UL8/s200/IMG_0845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234381773414216850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the city and duduk di tengah area kayak pasar baru deketnya pos office… di satu outdoor coffee shop namanya BOCELI. Ngga tahu kenapa dinamain begitu. Tapi ada gambarnya karyawan sama si Andre Bocelli sih… Jangan2 punya dia… Anyway… ngga penting juga… coffeenya quite good but the cake… hmmmmm.. out lah… &lt;br /&gt;Ngobrol2 bareng Maria, Lisa, Kevin, lalu Willian dan Mariska joined us. Jadi rame dehhhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRDomb1pbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qqQATKeprWM/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRDomb1pbI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qqQATKeprWM/s200/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234383031702496690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perut keroncongan? Solusinya…? Ya makaaannnn hehehe.. Abis beli kue di Miss Maud buat temen di TOM yang mau di surprise in bdaynya, Maria, Lisa dan her boyfriend Christ ajak kita makan di CAPPRICIO Italian Restaurant di city juga.&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhmmm… Ariefanos’ fav food! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRGkA-rUmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/hc54IKnS5qQ/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRGkA-rUmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/hc54IKnS5qQ/s200/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234386251463479906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRGkQQIDtI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WMrOqlOtzww/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRGkQQIDtI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WMrOqlOtzww/s200/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234386255563198162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRGk3QPvII/AAAAAAAAAXI/vcFyeGUj8uc/s1600-h/IMG_0894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKRGk3QPvII/AAAAAAAAAXI/vcFyeGUj8uc/s200/IMG_0894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234386266032684162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what… kita dipesenin Lage Chilli Mussel sama Maria… yang gilaaaa enak bangetttttttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;Belum lagi pasta2nya… belum pernah gw makan pasta, yang ngga perlu gw bumbuin lagi… semua ud PASSSSSS! Hhhhmmm.. kenyangnya dan enaknyaaaa…&lt;br /&gt;Pulang ke Jakarta gw niat mau bikin Chili Mussel… Doain ya… biar kejadian! Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini pembukaan olympiade Beijing, niatnya pulang mau nonton… eh malah molor kekenyangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day jalan2. Mulai besok, riko akan bawain seminar lagi. Kali ini sama Rm.Ari soal Kekayaan Gereja Katolik. Hhhmmm what a week full of adventure. Gw selalu punya konsep yang seperti ini kalau bepergian. Stay in one city and ikutin ritme hidup di sana… dan Puji Tuhan… Dia selalu memberikannya kepada gw.&lt;br /&gt;Lebih dari segalanya… gw menikmati banyak berkat yang tidak pernah gw pikirkan sebelumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for these 5 days. Kemarin kebayang… mau ngapain ya 1 mgg ke depan… ternyata waktu emang berdetik dan matahari memang timbul tenggelam… 5 hari berlalu.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow… back to the Seminar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Notes from Perth: It Will Never be The Same (part 3 - the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-5829612506928306144?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5829612506928306144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=5829612506928306144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5829612506928306144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5829612506928306144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/notes-from-perth-week-full-with.html' title='Notes from Perth: A week full with Adventure!  (part  2)'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKOSoxufzCI/AAAAAAAAARI/GWy-asQjUAs/s72-c/IMG_0454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2536584584011232172</id><published>2008-08-13T17:36:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:50:02.981+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>Notes from Perth: Celebrate our Life! (part 1)</title><content type='html'>Kadang memang sesuatu yang tidak pernah kita pikirkan dan kita bayangkan, diberikan kepada Tuhan dengan maksud yang tidak pernah kita kira. Tetapi pastinya, mendatang kebaikan bagi orang-orang yang mengasihi Dia.&lt;br /&gt;Demikian juga kepergian saya dan suami selama 11 hari ke Perth, Western Autralia. Dalam benak kami, tidak pernah sekalipun terpikir ‘ingin’ mengunjungi benua itu. Mungkin karena kurangnya cerita dan hal-hal yang membuat kami ingin ke sana. Riko lebih ter ekspose dengan Amerika, dan saya sendiri lebih ter ekspose dengan negara-negara di Eropa. Jadi kalau punya duit, ya mendingan ke Amerika/Eropa daripada musti ke Australia hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi memang hidup saya dipenuhi dengan kejutan-kejutan yang membahagiakan. &lt;br /&gt;Riko mendapat tawaran untuk pelayanan seminar Celebrate love and live, dan Kekayaan Iman Katolik sejak tahun lalu, tetapi karena pekerjaan yang baru kami rintis, komunitas yang juga lagi sibuk-sibuknya, kegiatan keseharian yang kami khawatir untuk tinggalkan terlalu lama, membuat kami berpikir berkali-kali waktu akan berangkat.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai visa pun baru kelar 2 hari (diselingi 1 hari public holiday) dan issued tiket baru siang nya dan kami berangkat malam itu juga. Itu bukan kebiasaan saya pastinya! Saya tidak pernah bisa melakukan satu rencana mendadak seperti ini tanpa kepastian. Tapi kali ini ngga tahu kenapa, saya tenang-tenang saja dan membiarkan riko yang ngurus dan saya tidak banyak ikut campur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya tibalah keberangkatan kami dengan delay 45 menit! Jadi kami baru berangkat 1.45 pagi! Judulnya ngga bisa tidur di pesawat hehehe… Kami naik Qantas dengan waktu tempuh perjalanan selama 4 jam.&lt;br /&gt;Kami sampai di bandara International Perth pagi-pagi sekali. Jam 6.45 pagi. Puji Tuhan embarkasi lancar. Sampe di luar udara dingin mulai menyambut kami. Ngga tahu deh berapa derajat, tapi mungkin 10°C ada kali, atau di bawah itu…? Kami dijemput dengan orang-orang yang belum kami kenal (tentunya… namanya juga baru pertama kali… hehhee)… akhirnya setelah kenalan… we found out nama mereka adalah Albert (ketua Turrist Orationist Ministry (TOM/ kelompok karismatik muda-mudi di Perth) dan Maria (ketua acara 2 seminar yang akan diselenggarakan). Saya pikir tadinya mereka suami istri hehehe… abis pagi2 bolong gini udah sama-sama… rajin amat! Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Sampai di luar kami ketemu dengan Oom Adri Sudjana yang ternyata juga ikutan jemput kami! Wah.. jadi tersanjung nih… djemput rame2 booowww! Hehehe… senangnya!&lt;br /&gt;Oom Adri ternyata adalah mertua Albert dan bukan papa nya Maria… hehehe… sekarang jadi jelas… ternyata… Maria BUKAN istri Albert! (*ngga penting kali ya dibahas* hehehe…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perjalanan dari airport ke rumah Tante Mei (tempat kami akan menginap), di salah satu bagian jalan, saya melihat sesuatu yang sangat indah. Hari cerah dan tidak habis hujan, tapi ada busur pengharapan yang terhampar dari satu sisi bumi ke sisi bumi yang lain. Busur yang menyatakan janji Tuhan terhadap Nuh dan keluarganya setelah banjir besar yang memusnahkan kehidupan umat manusia. It’s the rainbow of hope. Dan saya mendegar bisikan lembut dalam hati saya, bisikan yang membawa sukacita dan menguatkan: “Aku tidak akan pernah berhenti memberikan pengharapan kepadamu, sehingga kemanapun kakimu melangkah… engkau akan menbagikan pengharapan itu kepada orang banyak…”&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya waktu itu, mata ud mau banjir. Cuma ngga mgkn kan nangis di depan orang-orang yang baru saya kenal? Ntar disangka gila lagi… atau utopia (kayak toko bakery di deket rumah Tante Mei hehehe) datang-datang ud nangis-nangis hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK6S2qO05I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jndXCASAaAA/s1600-h/IMG_0401.jpg+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK6S2qO05I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jndXCASAaAA/s200/IMG_0401.jpg+crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233950550030996370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu kami isi dengan makan siang pertama dengan Rm.Ari (setelah jemput Rm.Ari dari les Inggris… yeaaahhh… sekolah sekolah! Hehehe) , moderator kelompok WAICC (Western Australia Indonesia Catholic Community) di Perth, bersama dengan Tante Mei, Maria, dan Yuli (ketua seksi acara seminar ini)&lt;br /&gt;foto diatas setelah makan dim sum di city lagi nunggu Tante Mei ambil mobil krn hujan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam hari nya kami bertemu dengan begitu banyak orang yang masih susah banget ngapalinnya! Semua kenalan, gk ada satupun yang saya ingat namanya. &lt;br /&gt;Kelemahan saya memang hal seperti ini… kadang malaaaaassssssssssss sekali ketemu dengan orang baru karena harus xtra effort buat kenalan dan ber haha hihihi…&lt;br /&gt;Mala mini kami disuguhi dengan masakan Tante Mei yang (selalu) enak… Menu BIM BIM BAP! Dan daku pun mengejar-ngejar Tante Mei buat minta resepnya! Makanan enak emang bikin hati senang hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK7MSJ0SyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7HDojxVg4t4/s1600-h/IMG_0404.jpg+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK7MSJ0SyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7HDojxVg4t4/s200/IMG_0404.jpg+crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233951536663776034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya tiba di Seminar Celebrate Love and Life (CLL) hari I. Dimulai jam 10 pagi dengan Praise and Worship, lalu Session I diisi oleh Riko Ariefano dengan session The Fathers’ Heart yang isinya mengenai Gambaran Bapa yang banyak rusak karena gambaran Bapa kita di dunia yang tidak  dapat dipenuhi dengan baik. Lalu session II diisi kembali oleh Riko session II Singleness: The Happiest people on Earth. Session III saya isi dengan session Courtship: Choosing Your Soulmate, dan hari itu kemudian ditutup dengan Talk Show Iman Katolik mengenaik semua yang berhubungan dengan moral. Pertanyaan meliputi soal: masturbasi, kontrasepsi, aborsi, nonton film porno, dan imam wanita.&lt;br /&gt;Suasana memanas ditengah udara yang tetap dingin dari pagi hehehe… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hari itu pun berakhir… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK8oNO4x2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ooxBuO5cGK4/s1600-h/IMG_0430.jpg+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK8oNO4x2I/AAAAAAAAAQw/ooxBuO5cGK4/s320/IMG_0430.jpg+crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233953115890829154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam nya setelah dari seminar, dan dinner di rumah, rame2 kami pergi ngopi dan DOME daerah Applecross situ. Di mana-mana… ngopi ngga pernah ketinggalan! Lumayan rame juga… dari Cuma Riko Saya, Tante Mei, Iicha, Maria, Lisa, dan Surya, munculah Tommy Chika, Teddy, Bebeth.. akhirnya ada session pindah deh ke Dome… hehehe… Ngga beda sama di Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK9puq9cAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JCMLgloxG54/s1600-h/IMG_0409.jpg+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK9puq9cAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JCMLgloxG54/s200/IMG_0409.jpg+crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233954241558441986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ke 2 seminar setelah misa Indonesia… seminar dilanjutkan dengan Session V: Sex in The City yang saya bawakan mengenai Kebohongan-kebohongan yang dipercayai orang muda soal sex,  hubungan sex sebelum pernikahan, proses penciptaan (selalu aja gw mewek kl ngomong soal ini, malu2in dah!), dan memasangkan mereka sedikit video soal aborsi.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu sessi hari itu diakhir dengan Session soal Marriage oleh riko, dan tanya jawab.&lt;br /&gt;Over all… semua berjalan dengan sangat baik… dan ngga disangka-sangka tanggapan mereka sangat baik. Ngga ada yang kelihatan boring selama 2 hari itu. Bener2 supportive audience deh hehehe… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah makan bersama di tempat acara… saya dan riko ‘diculik’ buat ngopi di daerah yang namanya Burswood dan ngopi di lobby hotel Intercontinental sampe malem booowww…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK_MiwqqkI/AAAAAAAAARA/TpYVrcpy4nQ/s1600-h/IMG_0450.jpg+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK_MiwqqkI/AAAAAAAAARA/TpYVrcpy4nQ/s320/IMG_0450.jpg+crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233955939168201282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Untung Tante Mei sudah membekali kami kunci rumah jadi ngga nyusahin mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tugas seminar saya sudah selesai. Tinggal riko yang masih banyak bawain session di Minggu itu… Tetapi We are celebrating our life by sharing it with others. Our failure, our journey of love, our pain and hurt moments in the pass… Lets all be His Glory and blessing for others.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…  Notes from Perth: A week full with Adventure! 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(part 1)'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKK6S2qO05I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jndXCASAaAA/s72-c/IMG_0401.jpg+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-6562222899553329326</id><published>2008-08-13T09:11:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:08:43.655+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>Meeting New People... Friends are like Stars... They're Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>Kepulangan kita dari Perth membawa berkat baru dalam kehidupan kita berdua. &lt;br /&gt;New Friends! (both of us always cherish friendship)&lt;br /&gt;They are like stars... They are everywhere! &lt;br /&gt;Mereka memberkati kita berdua dengan banyak hal baru, petualangan baru, dan pengertian baru dalam kehidupan pernikahan kami berdua. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the blessings! And also the weight gain! Yeaaahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cerita lengkap menyusul ya! (lagi nulis cerita panjang nih... hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJKhT1oVYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tNXST-vLkw0/s1600-h/IMG_1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJKhT1oVYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tNXST-vLkw0/s320/IMG_1000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233827653079291266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Take a pic, on one cold and windy night... di tempat yang katanya the best pizza in the world. Mundaring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJLKxGh45I/AAAAAAAAAP4/gJhAMtsZXxE/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJLKxGh45I/AAAAAAAAAP4/gJhAMtsZXxE/s320/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233828365309436818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJM95ZzBNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dC-t2rRibJU/s1600-h/IMG_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJM95ZzBNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/dC-t2rRibJU/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233830343222691026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with Oom dan Tante yang banyak mengajarkan kita tentang kehidupan, the wisdom of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJOW1FMd3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/YCFOitZQHBU/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJOW1FMd3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/YCFOitZQHBU/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233831871070893938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJPvTDOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hRSjrbcOehw/s1600-h/Rotation+of+IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJPvTDOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hRSjrbcOehw/s320/Rotation+of+IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233833390944167890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJQKTpedhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Uxs6X-wZd7s/s1600-h/Erlin+and+Iicha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJQKTpedhI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Uxs6X-wZd7s/s320/Erlin+and+Iicha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233833854961088018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;housemates selama 11 hari :-) (minus Erlin, lupa take a pic with her... itu foto colongan dari facebook Erlin haha...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-6562222899553329326?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6562222899553329326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=6562222899553329326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6562222899553329326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6562222899553329326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/meeting-new-people-friends-are-like.html' title='Meeting New People... Friends are like Stars... They&apos;re Everywhere!'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SKJKhT1oVYI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tNXST-vLkw0/s72-c/IMG_1000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-1575672015074607724</id><published>2008-07-24T09:34:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:42.257+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Motherhood... Brain damage..? (a reflection)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SIftQx_7c4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/j_4xu3gacDw/s1600-h/motherhood+makes+us+smarter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SIftQx_7c4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/j_4xu3gacDw/s320/motherhood+makes+us+smarter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226406765141914498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa minggu yang lalu, gw kumpul2 sama teman2 SMP yang udah 20 tahun ngga ketemu (gooossshhh... sound so olddd... 20 years... 20 tahun yang lalu ud bisa pacaran... hehehe...), lucu juga sih... ketemu-ketemu lagi semuanya ud berwajah lebih hhhhmmm... 'bijaksana' di bandingkan 20 tahun yang lalu... ya iya laaahhh... (masa ya iya dong.. hihihihi... *garing*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa di antara kami sudah punya anak2 yang sebentar lagi ABG. Dari percakapan di antara kami, ada satu kalimat yang dilontarkan salah satu teman gw soal kehidupannya sekarang... 20tahun sejak lulus SMP, dan mungkin 10 tahun motherhood. Kata dia, "Sekarang gw ud susah mikir, mertua gw kadang suka godain.. 2+8 berapa? (sambil dia ekspresiin ngitung pake jarinya), gw ud bingung jawabnya..." hehehehe... Saat itu gw ketawa kenceng... &lt;br /&gt;Tapi dalam hati gw mikir... Aduuuhh.. sampai segitunyakah kehidupan istri-istri yang hanya di rumah urus suami dan anak? &lt;br /&gt;Sampai segitukah kehidupan motherhood yang 'jauh' dari kegiatan-kegiatan yang bersifat sosialisasi produktif dan ngga cuma gosip dan ngomongin hari2 doang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak diantara teman-teman gw, ibu-ibu muda yang sangat produktif. Temen gw Anast misalnya, dia bekerja dari pagi sampai sore, tapi masih bisa atur waktu buat suami, anak, ortu, mertua, dan kadang pelayanan. Dan ngobrol sama dia ngga melulu soal anak dan suaminya (biarpun memang dominasi pasti soal itu... ya pastilah... org itu hidupnya dia...)&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada teman gw satu lagi yang stay di rumah tetapi akhirnya menjadi seseorang yang jauuuuhhhh... sekali dari teman yang gw kenal semasa dia belum menikah. Dari hamil dia sudah sering bilang, "Sejak hamil otak gw jadi bego... kayaknya semua diserap anak gw..."&lt;br /&gt;Hhhhhmmm... sejak itu memang dia stay at home mom, tetapi dipenuhi dengan kekhawatiran akan anak-anaknya, sangat labil, dan mungkiiiinnnn... dia mempercayai apa yang dikatakannya... dan jadi 'bego' beneran... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya itu membuat gw berpikir... hidup kita selalu berubah. Sebagai wanita, kadang perubahan itu demikian drastisnya... sehinggga yang terjadi bukan hanya perubahan keadaan, tetapi juga perubahan fisik dan mental. Yang kadang terjadi di luar yang kita bayangkan.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi itu hebatnya seorang wanita... Mereka mampu bertahan melalui itu semua. Dan dari waktu ke waktu begitu semua wanita yang 'pass on' the legacy ke anak-anak mereka atau ke generasi yang ada di bawah mereka. Dan apa yang mereka percayai, itulah yang mereka turunkan sebagai legacy ke anak-anak mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... mothers... women... friends of life... my sisters...&lt;br /&gt;Lets make a history of our life. Lets make a great legacy to our next generation.&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu ayat dalam Kitab Suci yang berkata: "Terjadilah sesuai imanmu...!"&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kita imani akan diri kita saat ini? &lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana kita memandang diri kita saat ini?&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah... its not only about yourself, because we live to share.&lt;br /&gt;Dan apa yang kita bagi, adalah apa yang kita percayai.&lt;br /&gt;Its really a one find day when God created us. Not only fine, but great and perfect day...! So.. we are perfect friends.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Dan gw percaya, ke 'perfect'an itu akan menjadi tambah sempurna saat kita membagikannya kepada sekeliling kita.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ruin your perfectness by believing something thats not real.&lt;br /&gt;Karena semua kesempurnaan tinggal tetap sampai hari kita menghadap kembali ke pencipta kita. Dan motherhood tidak merampas itu semua... bahkan menambahkan semuanya itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood memberikan kesempurnaan atas jati diri wanita&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood memberikan kesempatan untuk berbagi kesempurnaan&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood memberikan privilage untuk justru mempercayai bahwa makin hari kita makin sempurna karena diberi kesempatan untuk meneruskan legacy kita di dunia ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Mothers... celebrate your days...&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate your calling&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate your body, mind, and spirit&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate love and life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I am not a mother yet... but the spirit of motherhood stays in me. And I am happy with this spirit whos nurture me with so many great things that will happend to me. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di bawah ini ada satu artikel yang menarik. Please enjoy your reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SIfxbaYCpsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5MxNFTx9fLk/s1600-h/Brain+right+left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SIfxbaYCpsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5MxNFTx9fLk/s200/Brain+right+left.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226411345825670850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kapasitas Otak Kita Hanya Dipakai 1 Persen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drektur Brainic Institute yang juga pengarang buku Be an Absolute Genius, Sutanto Windura mengatakan, potensi dan kemampuan otak manusia pada dasarnya sama. Bahkan, semua anak adalah genius absolut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak ada anak yang bodoh, hanya sebagian besar otak kita tidak terlatih. Bayangkan, pada umumnya potensi dan kapasitas otak manusia hanya dipakai kurang dari 1 persen, sisanya tidak pernah dipakai dan dilatih dengan baik," kata Sutanto dalam diskusi dan bedah buku terbatas Be an Absolute Genius di Toko Buku Gramedia, Jln. Merdeka Bandung, Sabtu (24/5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut Sutanto, jika saja manusia menggunakan 8 persen kapasitas dan potensi otaknya, dia akan menjadi profesor dan ahli dalam berbagai bidang. Dia pun akan mampu menguasai sedikitnya 18 bahasa asing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sutanto yang kerap disebut sebagai pelatih otak ini menuturkan, kecerdasan seseorang sebenarnya tidak ditentukan oleh IQ yang tinggi. Salah besar jika hanya anak ber-IQ tinggi yang dikatakan genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apakah dengan IQ tinggi dia bisa berhasil dalam hidupnya? Berhasil dalam hal akademik mungkin sebab IQ hanya ditentukan oleh dua elemen kecerdasan di dalam otak, yakni bahasa dan logika. Sementara secara keseluruhan, otak memiliki 8 elemen kecerdasan, termasuk kecerdasan bergaul, bergerak, dan lain-lain," tuturnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut Sutanto, semua orang bisa menjadi genius asalkan otaknya dikelola dengan baik. Keseimbangan otak kanan dan otak kiri harus dijaga agar keduanya bisa bekerja secara seimbang. Otak pun harus dibiarkan bekerja secara alami sesuai dengan fungsi otak sebagaimana mestinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sistem pembelajaran di sekolah yang konvensional mayoritas hanya mengoptimalkan kerja otak kiri dengan menjejali materi pembelajaran tanpa diberi tahu bagaimana cara belajar," ungkapnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, kata Sutanto dengan menyeimbangkan kerja otak kanan dan kiri maka hasil pembelajaran yang diperoleh akan maksimal. Keseimbangan antara kemampuan otak kiri dalam mengenal tulisan, bahasa, angka, menganalisis, logika, dan hitungan, dengan kemampuan kerja otak kanan yang mengatur konseptual, seni/musik, gambar, warna, emosi, imajinasi, dimensi, sampai melamun akan menghasilkan manusia genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak perlu terus memberikan materi pelajaran yang berjubel dan hanya menyuruh siswa untuk mencatat. Sesekali biarkan daya imajinasi anak berkembang. Lakukan berbagai cara pengajaran dan diselingi dengan praktik," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendati demikian, Sutanto mengaku cukup sulit mengubah cara belajar konvensional di sekolah. Solusinya adalah orang tua harus tahu dan paham bagaimana mengoptimalkan kemampuan anak dalam belajar di rumah. Bagaimana agar anak menyukai belajar seperti halnya mereka menyukai Play Station dan nonton kartun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Libatkan selalu otak kanan dalam setiap pembelajaran anak. Analogkan dengan gambar, warna, dimensi, atau ruang sehingga lebih mudah diingat. Tekankan juga mengenai manfaat satu mata pelajaran jika anak sudah tidak suka dengan mata pelajaran tersebut. Ciptakan suasana positif dalam belajar, jadikan belajar sebagai sesuatu yang menyenangkan," tuturnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A-157) pikiran Rakyat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-1575672015074607724?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1575672015074607724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=1575672015074607724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1575672015074607724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1575672015074607724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/motherhood-brain-damage-reflection.html' title='Motherhood... Brain damage..? (a reflection)'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SIftQx_7c4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/j_4xu3gacDw/s72-c/motherhood+makes+us+smarter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-1898800540557789347</id><published>2008-07-19T17:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:42.384+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><title type='text'>Dare to Change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SIHK_xcxV4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/HQeTzUGpHB8/s1600-h/boring_life.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SIHK_xcxV4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/HQeTzUGpHB8/s200/boring_life.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224680239681066882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kecil gw selalu jadi orang yang pengenannya banyak... tapi yang ada kemudian bosen dan kagak pernah selesai.&lt;br /&gt;Les piano berhenti di tengah-tengah, thanks to my mom yang ud 'maksa' gw ngelanjutin sampe 8 tahun itupun on and off tapi manfaatnya gw rasakan sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Les tennis berhenti di tengah-tengah krn males bangun tidur siang, semangatnya cuma 1 semester krn ada cowok yang gw taksir waktu ABG, dia pergi, tennis pun berlalu hihihihi...&lt;br /&gt;Les ballet yang ada cuma nge gedein betis gw (yang id gede ini...), berhenti di tahun ke 3 gara2 berasa minder ama badan temen2 gw yang cenderung langsing dan badan gw yang cenderung 'langsung' (mksd gw besar dari atas ampe bwah di setiap sisinya hehe...)&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya banyak yang lain deh...&lt;br /&gt;Main game juga ngga pernah ampe abis... susah dikit... ganti game lain. Dulu gw mikirnya.. mau maen aja kok dibikin susah... matiin aja hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karakter ini yang membuat gw khawatir... gw bisa ngga ya gw jadi mommy? Ntar gw bosen lagi ama anak gw... kan kagak bisa tengah2 gw kasih org lain/ gw telantarkan/ gw matiin (hihihihi... ngeri amat! emang nyamuk!)&lt;br /&gt;Dan semakin dewasa, kayaknya ngga mungkin mempertahankan sifat bosenan gw ini.&lt;br /&gt;Masak.. gw bosen ama suami gw.. kan repot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama-lama hari demi hari banyak banget ya yang musti di improve dari diri gw (hhhmmm *thinking mode* garuk-garuk)&lt;br /&gt;So help me God! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-1898800540557789347?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1898800540557789347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=1898800540557789347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1898800540557789347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1898800540557789347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/dare-to-change.html' title='Dare to Change?'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SIHK_xcxV4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/HQeTzUGpHB8/s72-c/boring_life.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-4147120635103842988</id><published>2008-07-13T14:21:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:42.548+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>SAVOR THE COFFEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SHm5g_2649I/AAAAAAAAAOY/xqSWPA8jSr0/s1600-h/nutty+products.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SHm5g_2649I/AAAAAAAAAOY/xqSWPA8jSr0/s320/nutty+products.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222409219461538770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, were talking&lt;br /&gt;at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor,&lt;br /&gt;now retired. During their visit the conversation soon turned into&lt;br /&gt;complaints about stress in their work and lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and&lt;br /&gt;returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups-&lt;br /&gt;porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some&lt;br /&gt;expensive, some exquisite, telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the alumni had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said:&lt;br /&gt;"Notice that all of the nice looking, expensive cups were taken up,&lt;br /&gt;leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it normal for you to&lt;br /&gt;want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems&lt;br /&gt;and stress. Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the&lt;br /&gt;coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even&lt;br /&gt;hides what we drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you&lt;br /&gt;consciously went for the best cups.and then you began eyeing each&lt;br /&gt;other's cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this: Life is the coffee; your job, money, and position&lt;br /&gt;in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life.&lt;br /&gt;The type of cup one has does not define, nor change the quality of&lt;br /&gt;Life a person lives. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we&lt;br /&gt;fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God makes the coffee, man chooses the cups. The happiest people don't&lt;br /&gt;have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author Unknown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-4147120635103842988?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4147120635103842988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=4147120635103842988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4147120635103842988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4147120635103842988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/savor-coffee.html' title='SAVOR THE COFFEE'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SHm5g_2649I/AAAAAAAAAOY/xqSWPA8jSr0/s72-c/nutty+products.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-8025849477100762594</id><published>2008-06-24T14:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:42.728+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SGCgFYq5jCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NmqRMhAui8o/s1600-h/dont+let+the+sun+go+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SGCgFYq5jCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NmqRMhAui8o/s200/dont+let+the+sun+go+down.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215344382877207586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual… After watched the Oprah Show… enjoying my coffee time alone in the middle of the week…&lt;br /&gt;Lagi abis ngebahas soal The Miracle of the Middle Age. Lagi banyak nara sumber dari wanita-wanita yang turn to 40 and 50.&lt;br /&gt;Still 5 years to go for me buat jadi 40. Tapi kok kayaknya akhir2 ini, hidup gw terasa begitu melambat dan rasanya gw kehilangan my spirit of womanhood. Semuanya terasa begitu loss in control dan sampai pada keadaan kadang-kadang… I don’t know who I am dan kehilangan makna dari apa yang gw perjuangkan selama ini. &lt;br /&gt;Dan keadaan ini sangat membuat emosi gw up and down. Bday kmrn gw nyaris tidak bangun dari tempat tidur. Mungkin orang-orang di sekitar gw menganggap itu bagian dari hobby tidur gw dan krn hari itu hujan sepanjang hari. Tetapi honestly… that’s the way I want to spend my special day. Gw berharap tertidur dari tanggal 13 malam dan terbangun di tanggal 15.I tried so hard to be positive and happy but sometimes we have to face the reality the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watching Oprah today (and pray hard this whole week) I’m starting to cherish my days (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa wanita mulai menemukan apa yang dia inginkan dalam kehidupan mereka di usia mereka yang ke 50. Dan gw bersyukur sekali gw diberanikan melangkah di usia yang jauh di bawah mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Di usia ke 32 gw keluar dari satu perusahaan yang memberikan gw comfort zone yang luar biasa. Waktu itu gw berpikir… I am the luckiest woman on earth. Dapat kerjaan yang ok dengan gaji yang ok. Disayang ama bos (at least gw merasa disayang, gak tahu kl ke GR-an hehehe…), dapat mobil sendiri biarpun mobil kantor, dapat memenuhi hobby travelling gw dan nginep di hotel2 berbintang. &lt;br /&gt;Tapi ‘beruntung’ gw punya suami yang selalu ngga betah hidup di comfort zone. Dia yang selalu (dengan caranya) mendorong gw untuk expand my capacity.&lt;br /&gt;Dari situ akhirnya gw memutuskan untuk kembali belajar hal baru. Dan sekarang, di usia yang ke 35 gw ud punya 2 klinik sendiri (biarpun kongsian, yang penting ud owner kan…? Hehehe…)&lt;br /&gt;And I look at my life now… kemudian mencoba mengerti apa yang di bahas dalam acara Oprah yang gw tonton barusan… Setiap tahap dari kewanitaan kita adalah usaha untuk mengerti siapa diri kita, apa yang kita sukai dan kemudian open up our wings and fly as high as we can.&lt;br /&gt;Dari waktu ke waktu, kita menjalani kehidupan ini dengan begitu cepatnya… sampai terkadang kita lupa memaknai setiap waktu yang terlewat melintas dalam hari-hari kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kita mencapai usia 20 dan begitu excitednya menghadapi kelulusan sekolah kita, hari pertama di kerjaan, kekasih yang berganti, mempersiapkan hari-hari menjelang pernikahan, bahkan merawat anak-anak yang masih balita… tanpa menyadari usia beranjak ke angka 30…&lt;br /&gt;Di usia 30.. kita mulai menyadari banyak hal, kesalahan-kesalahan yang kita buat dan kemudian berusaha menjadi lebih baik. Many ups and downs… bahkan kadang kita tidak mampu melaluinya krn semuanya terasa begitu… tidak tertolong lagi…&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kemudian… waktu berlalu dan kita mencapai usia 40… kita masih belum menyadari apa yang kita mau dalam kehidupan kita kecuali menghabiskan hari demi hari untuk memenuhi  hidup sehari-hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marriage life is like a rollercoaster. Especially  when you have a husband with visions and never feel comfort in his comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;But I think… (I think lho… kadang kl lagi ngga ‘dong’ suka cape juga hehehe…) this is my blessing.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 35… I learn so much. &lt;br /&gt;I learn about my self, my emotions, my dreams, my purpose of life, and day by day I never let the sun go down on me!&lt;br /&gt;I keep talking to my self how precious I am. How God loves me and He gives me so much that I can open up my wings and fly… &lt;br /&gt;Kadang orang bilang gw narsis, tapi tanpa maksud apapun yang membuat org terganggu dengan itu… gw melakukan itu untuk terus mengingatkan ke diri gw… kalau gw punya a big big big potential to grow! Karena kadang kenyataan tidak mengatakan itu ke hari-hari gw… bahkan kadang gw merasa it’s time to quit! Tetapi ada seseorang yang pernah bilang: I do not believe in failure. It is not failure if you enjoyed the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…  Now I’m in that process. And I cherish my sanctuary time like this… to reflect and gain all the power that I have and never ever let the sun go down.. no matter how old I am! No matter how many failed things I did…  I am a woman in process. I'm just trying like everybody else. I try to take every conflict, every experience, and learn from it. Life is never dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never let the sun go down on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaahhhh…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-8025849477100762594?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8025849477100762594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=8025849477100762594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8025849477100762594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8025849477100762594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-let-sun-go-down-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Let The Sun Go Down On Me'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SGCgFYq5jCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/NmqRMhAui8o/s72-c/dont+let+the+sun+go+down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-6016685662988106507</id><published>2008-06-11T22:14:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:42:30.279+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Can't Wait!</title><content type='html'>Kemarin dulu beberapa sahabat datang ke rumah kami tengah malam untuk ngasi Surprise Cake buat Riko. Yup... tgl.10 kmrn adalah my hubbys' bday. Gw sama dia emang cuma beda 4 hari.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi... beberapa hari lagi, ceritanya  I'm gonna turn 35 nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya kok waktu berjalan demikian cepat, dan gw ngerasa kayaknya tahun ini, gw menghadapi kenyataan-kenyataan yang musti gw hadapi. And they ARE (ya ampunnn... bukan cuma 1 hehehe!) :&lt;br /&gt;1. Kayaknya mata gw kok, hhhhmmmm... ini memalukan tapi tanda-tandanya kok ada... tulisan lebih jelas kl gw liat di jarak yang agak jauh... :-(... tanda-tanda dari...? hayo tebak!&lt;br /&gt;2. Gw harus menerima kenyataan bahwa karier kedokteran gw kayaknya 'cukup' sampe di sini. Karena penerimaan spesialisasi yang normal, berakhir di usia 35&lt;br /&gt;3. Udah mulai lebih banyak yang manggil gw Tante daripada Cici... ammmmpuuuunnnn... ini juga gw kagak terima... punya anak belum, ud dipanggil Tante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gw kayaknya musti berhenti di sini, sebelum tulisan gw bernada complain dan bikin males buat di baca! hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada di hari ini, dan mempunyai tahun-tahun lalu yang telah lewat... membuat gw bersyukur...&lt;br /&gt;Gw diijinkan hidup sampai hari ini. Dan bisa melihat ke belakang&lt;br /&gt;Gw disempatkan menikah hihiiihihi... biarpun kadang tergoda, kayaknya lebih enak single daripada married... tapi gw ngga pernah se bersyukur ini mendapatkan riko sebagai suami gw... dia yang membuat gw bisa berkata-kata dengan penuh syukur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin bertambah umur, gw semakin ngga suka surprise. Tapi seperti sub tema dari blog ini... Hidup gw diwarnai dengan berbagai macam surprises, yang membuat gw tidak sabar untuk menunggu hari esok datang.&lt;br /&gt;Gw suka bilang ke suami gw sambil bercanda... kayaknya gw gw bisa mati karena pembesaran jantung nih krn setiap hari kaget-kaget terus...&lt;br /&gt;Dan bersama Tuhan... gw percaya... I can handle all the surprises! The good one, and the very good one...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited... can't wait to turn 36! :-p hahaha... without wrinkles and xtra fat of course! hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-6016685662988106507?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6016685662988106507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=6016685662988106507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6016685662988106507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6016685662988106507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t Wait!'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-1459373703525570202</id><published>2008-06-11T22:00:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:42.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Our reflection: Apa yang terlintas di pikiran kita saat muncul kata: MAMA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SE_pvLcGrlI/AAAAAAAAANw/zL24vpvdv4M/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SE_pvLcGrlI/AAAAAAAAANw/zL24vpvdv4M/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210640290624745042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di milis CatWoG, kita lagi rame cerita-cerita soal MAMA kita. Ceritanya kita lagi ngumpulin pooling pendapat soal MAMA kita. Untuk inspirasi buku yang mungkin akan ditulis bersama oleh beberapa anggota CatWoG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan ini adalah tulisan gw soal MY MOM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;          Sekarang giliran gw deh...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barusan gw abis nganter nyokap ke RS, karena tensi dia tinggi banget plus menurut gw sih ud ada stroke/ penyumbatan ringan di otaknya (besok mau scan)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gw suka bilang, ada 2 org di dunia ini yang gw paling sebel, kl akhirnya gw harus mengakui... bahwa mereka benar. Pertama adalah nyokap gw, yang kedua adalah suami gw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kedua org ini adalah org2 dalam kehidupan gw yang menjadi 1 daging dengan gw...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyokap gw krn gw ada di kandungannya selama 9 bulan, dan suami gw krn kata Kitab Suci kan kita sekarang bukan lagi 2 melainkan 1.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat masa2 dulu, gw sering sekali berontak sama nyokap krn dia terlalu rohani.&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan sampe sekarangpun gw jadi ngga terlalu suka yang rohani2 banget, mgkn gara2 itu.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan masalah ngga mau dekat sama Tuhan, tapi mgkn lebih karena pemberontakan gw.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi nyokap buat gw adalah sosok yang membuat gw menjadi seperti hari ini.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesebel-sebelnya gw... tadi gw tetep nangis waktu dibilangin nyokap harus ke RS gara2 mukanya ud baal dan krn gw dokter gw tahu kemungkinan2 yang bisa terjadi, biarpun gejalanya hanya baal doang.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw takut kehilangan seseorang yang membuat gw ada selama ini. Dan ini menyadarkan gw... kalau I am her legacy in this world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sering bilang... "Amit-amit... gw ngga mau kayak nyokap gw...!!!" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tanpa gw sadari, banyak hal yang gw lakukan... kok makin lama makin mirip dia... (ampppppunnnn... :p)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ya... itu kira2 pandangan gw soal Mama...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia sosok yang sangat mencintai Tuhannya dan gw yakin gw bertahan juga karena doa2 dia buat gw.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kapanpun... se berontak-berontaknya gw ke nyokap..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still (always be) my mom... And I love her so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-1459373703525570202?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1459373703525570202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=1459373703525570202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1459373703525570202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1459373703525570202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-reflection-apa-yang-terlintas-di.html' title='Our reflection: Apa yang terlintas di pikiran kita saat muncul kata: MAMA?'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SE_pvLcGrlI/AAAAAAAAANw/zL24vpvdv4M/s72-c/IMG_0970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-6544249025435414916</id><published>2008-05-29T15:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:28:15.437+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>I am so tempted to...</title><content type='html'>Ada saat dalam hari2 gw, di mana gw terpancing banget buat mengeluh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cape, bosen, sakit kepala, lemes, mual, sakit badan, sebel, begah, pusing, dan sederet keluhan yang pasti ngga ada habisnya.&lt;br /&gt;Kadang pengen sekali berteriak.. "What the hell with every positive theory yang pernah gw denger/ gw tahu! Emang ngga boleh kadang-kadang gw memanjakan perasaan gw sendiri...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi setiap kata-kata di atas terlepas dari mulut gw... gw merefleksikan, efek apa yang terjadi setelah gw melepaskan kata-kata itu?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah semua masalah selesai dalam sekejab?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah setelah itu hati terasa damai?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah benar setiap lelah di badan terasa berkurang setelah itu?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kata-kata itu mendatangkan berkat bagi diri kita, dan orang-orang di sekitar kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat gw... rasanya tidak...&lt;br /&gt;malah yang ada, kadang gw jadi terlarut dalam suasana pesimis, apatis, dan jadi menjurus ke depresi, secara gw mendapati diri gw ini gampang sekali depresi.&lt;br /&gt;Saat seperti ini, badan gw lagi capeeee banget. Bawaannya pengen ada di tempat tidur gw/ tempat tidur di hotel di manaaaa gitu...., makan di tempat tidur, baca buku, ngopi, browsing, siangan dikit spa terus massage... kl bisa 1 mgg gitu... :-)&lt;br /&gt;(kl suami gw baca ini, pasti dia geleng2 kepala membayangkan betapa tidak efektifnya gw hehehe...).. tapi yang ada setiap hari ya harus ketemu pasien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no complain! (biarpun tergoda... hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Gw percaya semua ini adalah berkat. Hari ini gw bisa kerja, pasien berdatangan itu adalah berkat.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini setelah dari klinik bisa berbajaj ria nyusul suami gw yang lagi ngerjain kerjaannya dari Starbucks Pluit Junction (thans to free wifi!) itu juga berkat.&lt;br /&gt;Apapun yang terjadi dalam kehidupan gw, semuanya pasti mendatangkan kebaikan.&lt;br /&gt;Gw percaya semua yang gw butuhkan akan menghampiri gw. It's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with my life, i have a very good hubby, one small angel with the tail, 2 side of parents, one little brother, a lot of brother and sister in Christ... kadang... gw ngga merasa layak untuk memanjakan diri gw dengan sebuah (atau banyak) keluhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give me stregth my dear lord, give me Your mercy.. so I can be greatfull and free of worry everyday. That I can depend on Your kindness day by day.&lt;br /&gt;buat gw ini bener-bener tantangan hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-6544249025435414916?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6544249025435414916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=6544249025435414916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6544249025435414916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6544249025435414916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-so-tempted-to.html' title='I am so tempted to...'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-1586036236033038637</id><published>2008-05-15T08:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T08:58:17.951+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>Do You Have a Difficult Person in Your Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Lord, help me to bless people today.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;            That’s my daily morning prayer… uh, when I’m happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And usually, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But once in awhile, I don’t wake up happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And usually, it’s because of a difficult person in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;That’s when I pray, “Lord, how can I bless this… this… this… creature?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I’m a very patient person, so this doesn’t happen too often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But it happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Friend, do you have a difficult person in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And do you sometimes want to pray, “Lord, if you will allow it, let a 50,000 megawatt bolt of lightning strike (Name of Difficult Person) right now. Not to kill him, Lord. Just enough to wake him up and give him second degree burns. Just kidding Lord, but with all due respect, what were you thinking when you created this pathological human being? I don’t want to sound offensive, but were you sleeping on the job when you created this creature? He’s a mess. He’s a composite of all the villains of Spiderman put together….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Do you sometimes wonder if this difficult person heard God in the middle of the night say, “My child, your ultimate mission in life is to be difficult. That’s the entire purpose of your existence. You shall be the thorn in someone’s flesh. Do everything in your power to annoy him. Be irresponsible. Or be demanding. Or be totally negative. Or be selfish. Or be constantly angry. Or be possessive. Or be always depressed. It doesn’t matter. Your objective is to make his life hell on earth.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Yes, I must admit that I don’t like a few unlovable characters here and there, but generally, I think the Almighty has done a fantastic job inventing human beings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I also believe that God allows difficult people to come into our lives to give us very special gifts. What could these gifts be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I’m going to try something new today. Instead of writing down what these gifts are, I’m going to ask YOU to write them on the comments below. Write your thoughts and experiences and share them to the world. Thousands will be reading them. And in my next email next week, I’ll tell you what I think they are… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Cool? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;May your dreams come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Bo Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-1586036236033038637?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1586036236033038637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=1586036236033038637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1586036236033038637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1586036236033038637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-have-difficult-person-in-your.html' title='Do You Have a Difficult Person in Your Life?'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2725407407000236069</id><published>2008-05-06T23:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:05:02.935+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world... Health and Medical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love for others'/><title type='text'>My Journey as A Medical Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Perjalanan perkenalan saya dengan dunia kedokteran dimulai bulan Agustus 1991. Saat itu saya menjadi mahasiswi tingkat pertama dari sebuah Universitas di Jakarta. Fakultas Kedokteran Universitas Katolik Atmajaya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tahun-tahun belajar di sana, memberikan ilmu dasar dan sensasi awal rasanya memakai jas putih dan dipanggil dengan sapaan "Dok...!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rasanya demikian melambung tinggi, dan berbagai idealisme tentang pendidikan, pengobatan, dan pasien rasanya meluap di hati dan otak saya.&lt;br /&gt;Sampai dari waktu ke waktu... semuanya itu mulai pupus perlahan. Kenyataan demi kenyataan mengajarkan saya untuk tidak membawa kesulitan masa depan dalam 1 hari, dan kembali melihat perjalanan saya menjadi seorang dokter adalah perjalanan kemanusiaan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Akhirnya Juli 2000 saya melakukan sumpah profesi. 9 tahun berlalu dengan 2 1/2 tahun proses ngantri untuk masuk ke coas dan ujian negara, serta 6 1/2 tahun masa pendidikan. Dan waktu itu saya memutuskan untuk bekerja dulu di salah satu perusahaan farmasi sambil menunggu panggilan PTT. Tetapi karier yang membaik membuat saya sempat melupakan impian untuk praktek. Sampai satu hari saya menyadari... bertemu pasien adlah hidup saya.Melihat mereka membaik dari waktu ke waktu adalah impian saya. Dan membuat mereka tersenyum bahagia adalah tujuan keilmuan saya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kekecewaan demi kekecewaan mendera. Dan saya memutuskan, harus keluar dari dunia farmasi sebelum saya malu mengakui diri saya sebagai dokter. Politik perdagangan obat, kerjasama dokter dan farmasi yang makin lama makin tidak masuk akal, pemakaian obat yang sangat tidak relevan, semua membuat saya memiliki cara pandang yang mungkin extreem dan sulit diterima oleh teman sejawat lainnya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dan sampailah saya pada pengenalan akan Biophysic Medicine. Satu ilmu komplementer yang membuka wawasan baru dalam dunia kedokteran saya. Membawa pikiran saya "out of the box" dan melihat betapa tubuh manusia adalah ciptaan Tuhan yang luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu di dunia kedokteran konvensional, tidak habisnya saya berdecak kagum.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini... tidak habisnya saya mensyukuri... keberadaan saya di dunia yang sarat dengan keajaiban dan kebesaran. Dari yang terlihat sampai yang tidak terlihat. Dari yang terjangkau, sampai yang tidak terjangkau. Dan semuanya itu... ingin saya persembahkan untuk kemanusiaan.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dari awal... semuanya adalah satu impian untuk kemanusiaan, biarlah semua proses ini juga dapat membantu banyak orang... untuk dapat memaknai dan mensyukuri kehidupannya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Quotes from Medical World:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In nothing do men more nearly approach the gods than in giving health to men.  ~Cicero&lt;!--QSO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The greatest mistake in the treatment of diseases is that there are physicians for the body and physicians for the soul, although the two cannot be separated. ~Plato&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Body and soul cannot be separated for purposes of treatment, for they are one and indivisible. Sick minds must be healed as well as sick bodies. ~C. Jeff Miller&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the sick room, ten cents' worth of human understanding equals ten dollars' worth of medical science.  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is a mathematical fact that fifty percent of all doctors graduate in the bottom half of their class.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Restore a man to his health, his purse lies open to thee.  ~Robert Burton&lt;!--COE--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got the bill for my surgery.  Now I know what those doctors were wearing masks for.  ~James H. Boren&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A hospital should also have a recovery room adjoining the cashier's office.  ~Francis O'Walsh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did God who gave us flowers and trees,&lt;br /&gt;Also provide the allergies?&lt;br /&gt;~E.Y. Harburg, "A Nose Is a Nose Is a Nose," 1965&lt;!--BTSG--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I learned a long time ago that minor surgery is when they do the operation on someone else, not you.  ~Bill Walton&lt;!--DMCD--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is a wise mans part, rather to avoid sickness, than to wishe for medicines.  ~Thomas More, &lt;i&gt;Utopia&lt;/i&gt; [sic]&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wondher why ye can always read a doctor's bill an' ye niver can read his purscription.  ~Finley Peter Dunne&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You have a cough?  Go home tonight, eat a whole box of Ex-Lax - tomorrow you'll be afraid to cough.  ~Pearl Williams&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.  ~Henry Ward Beecher&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A doctor whose breath smells has no right to medical opinion.  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Surgeons must be very careful&lt;br /&gt;When they take the knife!&lt;br /&gt;Underneath their fine incisions&lt;br /&gt;Stirs the Culprit - Life!&lt;br /&gt;~Emily Dickinson&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is a good thing for a physician to have prematurely grey hair and itching piles. The first makes him appear to know more than he does, and the second gives him an expression of concern which the patient interprets as being on his behalf. ~A. Benson Cannon&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A doctor who cannot take a good history and a patient who cannot give one are in danger of giving and receiving bad treatment. ~Author Unknown&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One thousand Americans stop smoking every day - by dying.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A hypochondriac is one who has a pill for everything except what ails him.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, &lt;i&gt;The Second Neurotic's Notebook&lt;/i&gt;, 1966&lt;!--CSN--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.  ~Voltaire&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A doctor must work eighteen hours a day and seven days a week. If you cannot console yourself to this, get out of the profession. ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is sometimes as dangerous to be run into by a microbe as by a trolley car.  ~J.J. Walsh&lt;!--QSO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Every disease is a physician.  ~Irish Proverb&lt;!--CUL--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God heales, and the Physitian hath the thankes.  ~George Herbert, &lt;i&gt;Outlandish Proverbs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--CTO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Drugs are not always necessary.  Belief in recovery always is.  ~Norman Cousins&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I firmly believe that if the whole &lt;i&gt;materia medica&lt;/i&gt; could be sunk to the bottom of the sea, it would be all the better for mankind and all the worse for the fishes. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;!--COE--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is no curing a sick man who believes himself to be in health.  ~Henri Amiel&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Doctors think a lot of patients are cured who have simply quit in disgust.  ~Don Herold&lt;!--CUL--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The only equipment lack in the modern hospital?  Somebody to meet you at the entrance with a handshake!  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The worst thing about medicine is that one kind makes another necessary.  ~Elbert Hubbard&lt;!--CUL--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you are called to a sick man, be sure you know what the matter is - if you do not know, nature can do a great deal better than you can guess. ~Nicholas de Belleville&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Throw physic to the dogs; I'll none of it.  ~William Shakespeare&lt;!--COE--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I recently became a Christian Scientist.  It was the only health plan I could afford.  ~Betsy Salkind&lt;!--WL--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="mceItemTable" align="left" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;Poisons and medicine are oftentimes the same substance given with different intents.  ~Peter Mere Latham&lt;!--, General Remarks on the Practice of Medicine--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the nineteenth century men lost their fear of God and acquired a fear of microbes.  ~Author Unknown&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Symptoms, then are in reality nothing but the cry from suffering organs.  ~Jean Martin Charcot, translated from French&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form. ~Jerome K. Jerome, &lt;i&gt;Three Men in a Boat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Diagnosis is not the end, but the beginning of practice.  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The physician should look upon the patient as a besieged city and try to rescue him with every means that art and science place at his command. ~Alexander of Tralles&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Physicians and politicians resemble one another in this respect, that some defend the constitution and others destroy it. ~Author Unknown&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A smart mother makes often a better diagnosis than a poor doctor.  ~August Bier&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When fate arrives the physician becomes a fool.  ~Arabic Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Medicines are not meat to live by.  ~German Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Treat the patient, not the Xray.  ~James M. Hunter&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;God and the Doctor we alike adore&lt;br /&gt;But only when in danger, not before;&lt;br /&gt;The danger o'er, both are alike requited,&lt;br /&gt;God is forgotten, and the Doctor slighted.&lt;br /&gt;~Robert Owen&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Financial ruin from medical bills is almost exclusively an American disease.  ~Roul Turley&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The hospital is the only proper College in which to rear a true disciple of Aesculapius.  ~John Abernethy&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A man who cannot work without his hypodermic needle is a poor doctor. The amount of narcotic you use is inversely proportional to your skill. ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought,&lt;br /&gt;Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught,&lt;br /&gt;The wise, for cure, on exercise depend;&lt;br /&gt;God never made his work for man to mend.&lt;br /&gt;~John Dryden&lt;!--, 'Epistle to John Driden of Chesterton'; CDC--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Medicine is the only profession that labours incessantly to destroy the reason for its own existence.  ~James Bryce, 1914&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is not a case we are treating; it is a living, palpitating, alas, too often suffering fellow creature.  ~John Brown&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The patient does not care about your science; what he wants to know is, can you cure him?  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Medicines heals doubts as well as diseases.  ~Karl Marx&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A physician is obligated to consider more than a diseased organ, more even than the whole man - he must view the man in his world. ~Harvey Cushing&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.  ~Ovid, &lt;i&gt;Tristia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As it takes two to make a quarrel, so it takes two to make a disease, the microbe and its host.  ~Charles V. Chapin&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Disease is war with the laws of our being, and all war, as a great general has said, is hell.  ~Lewis G. Janes&lt;!--QSO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Until a physician has killed one or two he is not a physician. ~Kashmiri Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No man is a good doctor who has never been sick himself.  ~Chinese Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Only one rule in medical ethics need concern you - that action on your part which best conserves the interests of your patient. ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To me the ideal doctor would be a man endowed with profound knowledge of life and of the soul, intuitively divining any suffering or disorder of whatever kind, and restoring peace by his mere presence. ~Henri Amiel&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Medicinal discovery,&lt;br /&gt;It moves in mighty leaps,&lt;br /&gt;It leapt straight past the common cold&lt;br /&gt;And give it us for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;~Pam Ayres&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you no longer know what headache, heartache, or stomachache means without cistern punctures, electrocardiograms and six &lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt;-ray plates, you are slipping.  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is easy to get a thousand prescriptions but hard to get one single remedy.  ~Chinese Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Never forget that it is not a pneumonia, but a pneumonic man who is your patient.  ~William Withey Gull&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.  ~William Cullen, &lt;i&gt;Practice of Physic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The road to medical knowledge is through the pathological museum and not through an apothecary's shop.  ~William Withey Gull&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A Short History of Medicine&lt;br /&gt;2000 B.C. - "Here, eat this root."&lt;br /&gt;1000 B.C. - "That root is heathen, say this prayer."&lt;br /&gt;1850 A.D. - "That prayer is superstition, drink this potion."&lt;br /&gt;1940 A.D. - "That potion is snake oil, swallow this pill."&lt;br /&gt;1985 A.D. - "That pill is ineffective, take this antibiotic."&lt;br /&gt;2000 A.D. - "That antibiotic is artificial. Here, eat this root."&lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When a lot of remedies are suggested for a disease, that means it cannot be cured.  ~Anton Chekhov, &lt;i&gt;The Cherry Orchard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A half doctor near is better than a whole one far away.  ~German Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No doctor is better than three.  ~German Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I will lift mine eyes unto the pills. Almost everyone takes them, from the humble aspirin to the multi-coloured, king-sized three deckers, which put you to sleep, wake you up, stimulate and soothe you all in one. It is an age of pills. ~Malcolm Muggeridge, 1962&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Man may be the captain of his fate, but is also the victim of his blood sugar.  ~Wilfrid G. Oakley&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Faith and knowledge lean largely upon each other in the practice of medicine.  ~Peter Mere Latham&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Each patient ought to feel somewhat the better after the physician's visit, irrespective of the nature of the illness. ~Warfield Theobald Longcope&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who ever thought up the word "Mammogram?" Every time I hear it, I think I'm supposed to put my breast in an envelope and send it to someone. ~Jan King&lt;!--WL--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.  ~Erma Bombeck&lt;!--WL--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may know the intractability of a disease by its long list of remedies.  ~Alonzo Clark&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's good advice for practice: go into partnership with nature; she does more than half the work and asks none of the fee. ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Varicose veins are the result of an improper selection of grandparents.  ~William Osler&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are too smart to pay the doctor, you had better be too smart to get ill.  ~African Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you treat a disease, first treat the mind.  ~Chen Jen&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Symptoms are the body's mother tongue; signs are in a foreign language.  ~John Brown&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The doctor of the future will give no medicine but will interest his patients in the care of the human frame, in diet and in the cause and prevention of disease. ~Thomas Edison&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh the powers of nature.  She knows what we need, and the doctors know nothing.  ~Benvenuto Cellini&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So many come to the sickroom thinking of themselves as men of science fighting disease and not as healers with a little knowledge helping nature to get a sick man well. ~Auckland Geddes, &lt;i&gt;The Practitioner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Where a man feels pain he lays his hand.  ~Dutch Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The doctor is often more to be feared than the disease.  ~French Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Despite all our toil and progress, the art of medicine still falls somewhere between trout casting and spook writing. ~Ben Hecht, &lt;i&gt;Miracle of the Fifteen Murderers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Lord hath created medicines out of the earth; and he that is wise will not abhor them.  ~Ecclesiasticus 38:4&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A drug is that substance which, when injected into a rat, will produce a scientific report.  ~Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cancer is a word, not a sentence.  ~John Diamond&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The medicalization of early diagnosis not only hampers and discourages preventative health-care but it also trains the patient-to-be to function in the meantime as an acolyte to his doctor. He learns to depend on the physician in sickness and in health. He turns into a life-long patient. ~Ivan Illich&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Patients may recover in spite of drugs or because of them.  ~J.H. Gaddum&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He's the best physician that knows the worthlessness of the most medicines.  ~Benjamin Franklin&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Physiology is the stepchild of medicine.  That is why Cinderella often turns out the queen.  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The field of Western medicine has become literally nothing but medicine. Doctors are on their way out, to be replaced by self-serve pharmaceutical vending machines. ~Grey Livingston&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fact that your patient gets well does not prove that your diagnosis was correct.  ~Samuel J. Meltzer&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Man is a creature composed of countless millions of cells: a microbe is composed of only one, yet throughout the ages the two have been in ceaseless conflict. ~A.B. Christie&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our profession is the only one which works unceasingly to annihilate itself.  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On J-Day our profession will have a lot to answer for! We might at least have withheld our hands instead of making them work against God. ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The doctor may also learn more about the illness from the way the patient tells the story than from the story itself. ~James B. Herrick&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't think of organ donations as giving up part of yourself to keep a total stranger alive. It's really a total stranger giving up almost all of themselves to keep part of you alive. ~Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Most of those evils we poor mortals know&lt;br /&gt;From doctors and imagination flow.&lt;br /&gt;~Charles Churchill&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Men are not going to embrace eugenics. They are going to embrace the first likely, trim-figured girl with limpid eyes and flashing teeth who comes along, in spite of the fact that her germ plasm is probably reeking with hypertension, cancer, haemophilia, colour blindness, hay fever, epilepsy, and amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. ~Logan Clendening&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don't take your organs to heaven with you. Heaven knows we need them here. ~Author unknown, attributed to both Dan and Barbara Hladio and Thomas Boyadjis, Sr.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;'Tis not always in a physician's power to cure the sick; at times the disease is stronger than trained art.  ~Ovid&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And lo, The Hospital, grey, quiet, old, Where Life and Death like friendly chafferers meet.  ~William Ernest Henley&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For the most part, Western medicine doctors are not healers, preventers, listeners, or educators. But they're damned good at saving a life and the other aspects kick the beam. It's about time we brought some balance back to the scale. ~Claire Todae&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A sweating ovary or a sick prostate explains most history.  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The only weapon with which the unconscious patient can immediately retaliate upon the incompetent surgeon is hemorrhage. ~William Stewart Halsted&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The public blabbers about preventative medicine, but will neither appreciate nor pay for it. You get paid for what you cure. ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To save a man's life against his will is the same as killing him.  ~Horace&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nowadays the clinical history too often weighs more than the man.  ~Martin H. Fischer&lt;!--FFM--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hypochondriacs squander large sums of time in search of nostrums by which they vainly hope they may get more time to squander. ~Mortimer Collins&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One doctor makes work for another.  ~English Proverb&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Doctors are just the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you, too. ~Anton Chekhov, &lt;i&gt;Ivanov&lt;/i&gt;&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let the young know they will never find a more interesting, more instructive book than the patient himself.  ~Giorgio Baglivi&lt;!--DCMOO--&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Formerly, when religion was strong and science weak, men mistook magic for medicine; now, when science is strong and religion weak, men mistake medicine for magic. ~Thomas Szasz, &lt;i&gt;The Second Sin&lt;/i&gt;, 1973&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-2725407407000236069?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2725407407000236069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=2725407407000236069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2725407407000236069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2725407407000236069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-journey-as-medical-doctor.html' title='My Journey as A Medical Doctor'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-8689539351604228674</id><published>2008-04-29T12:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:43.284+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><title type='text'>Jovan: He brings Joy to Our Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SBasGHYOKZI/AAAAAAAAANo/MkKBqkcnbgw/s1600-h/IMG_5893+revised1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SBasGHYOKZI/AAAAAAAAANo/MkKBqkcnbgw/s400/IMG_5893+revised1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194528441278278034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lagi main ciluk ba di Bumi Joglo Dago Pakar - Jovan lagi nemenin mama papa nya pelayanan di Lembang. Dari kecil ud diajak-ajak pelayanan, karena targetnya... jadi uskup ya Van hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Yang lucu... dulu awal2 Jovan manggil gw mommy... gw ngga pernah noleh karena ngga biasa. Apalagi si riko hhihihihi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-8689539351604228674?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8689539351604228674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=8689539351604228674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8689539351604228674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8689539351604228674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/jovan-he-brings-joy-to-our-life.html' title='Jovan: He brings Joy to Our Life'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SBasGHYOKZI/AAAAAAAAANo/MkKBqkcnbgw/s72-c/IMG_5893+revised1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-3004491838815495431</id><published>2008-04-27T15:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T16:04:02.849+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>First day at Manado (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;2 ½ tahun lalu terakhir gw datang ke kota ini. Sebelum-sebelumnya hampir setiap tahun gw&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘pulang’ ke Manado.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Gw bukan berasal dari Manado, tapi sejak kedatangan gw yang pertama kali di Natal tahun 1999 dan merayakan millennium baru tahun 2000 di satu tempat di daerah Komo dalam, gw seperti memasuki babak baru dalam kehidupan gw yang membawa gw pada pelajaran baru dalam hidup dan membuat gw merasa dekat dengan kota ini sampai sekarang.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;26 Desember 1999, gw mendarat untuk pertama kalinya di Manado. Gw ingat sekali keadaan gw waktu itu. Sedih, frustasi, takut, depresi, marah, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;merasa seperti sampah yang dibuang di &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tempat yang dipastikan tidak ada yang dapat memungut sampah itu &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dan sangat tentu saja merasa seperti perempuan yang sangat bodoh! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Waktu gw landing dan melihat hamparan pohon kelapa yang ada di perbukitan Manado, gw berkata dalam hati,”Tuhan… ke hutan mana Engkau buang aku sekarang?”… yang terbayang waktu itu, seperti ada film kartun di kepala gw, rasanya gw seperti&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ditendang dan melayang dari kepulauan Jawa dan mental sampai ke bagian Utara pulau Sulawesi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Semuanya begitu kosong dan menakutkan… mana waktu itu gw belum dapat tempat tinggal dan belum tahu di mana gw bisa berteduh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Tetapi … siapa yang menyangka, setelah waktu berlalu kota ini memberikan banyak bukti akan penyelenggaraan tangan Tuhan atas kehidupan gw. Setiap tapak kaki yang gw jejakan di tanah kota ini menyaksikan kemurahan dan kesetiaan Tuhan dalam kehidupan gw.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Kota ini mengajarkan gw untuk memahami bahwa:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;luka adalah kurikulum sekolah hidup yang baik, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;rasa sepi adalah pelajaran untuk menikmati keberadaan dirimu sendiri&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;hadirnya setiap orang (biarpun dia asing) adalah malaikat penjaga yang dikirim dari surga&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;waktu adalah sahabat setia yang mendewasakan &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;dan air mata (syukur) adalah pembersih dan desinfektan luka&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dan 7 ½&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tahun kemudian, gw balik ke kota ini.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Waktu gw landing dan melihat hamparan pohon kelapa yang ada di perbukitan Manado, dan kembali gw berkata hati, “Tuhan… Hutan ini terasa melambaikan tangannya kepadaku… menyapa selamat datang kembali!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;Hari ini gw datang dengan Tante gw, dengan misi mencari investor untuk usaha yang sedang kami jalani bersama. Usaha yang gw jalankan juga dengan suami gw (yang&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;7 ½ tahun lalu, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gw tidak mampu berpikir baik tentang suami gw selain kebencian), dan akan bertemu dengan investor2 yang di arrange oleh mantan cowok gw waktu di Manado (yang 7 ½ tahun lalu menjadi sasaran luka gw…).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-3004491838815495431?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3004491838815495431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=3004491838815495431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3004491838815495431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3004491838815495431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-day-at-manado-1.html' title='First day at Manado (1)'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-8825393555024945983</id><published>2008-04-20T13:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:43.585+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>After 3 years... and I still crying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SArpSdqahXI/AAAAAAAAANA/BsdDqvT1NO4/s1600-h/2005+0402+Pope+John+Paul+II+1600x1200lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SArpSdqahXI/AAAAAAAAANA/BsdDqvT1NO4/s400/2005+0402+Pope+John+Paul+II+1600x1200lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191218023907362162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini ngga sengaja gw nemu DVD yang gw ambil dari rumah nyokap beberapa waktu yang lalu. Krn gambar depannya adalah gambar Andre Boceli, gw pikir itu CD klasik biasa.&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata gw ngga liat tulisan di bawahnya: Credo John Paul II. Gw putarlah sambil masih berpikir itu CD lagu. Dan ternyata itu adalah satu DVD remembering the late John Paul II.&lt;br /&gt;And alhasil... tadinya mau kerja sambil dengerin lagu... yang terjadi malah.. gw beruraian air mata di depan komputer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 tahun berlalu dari kepergian my dearest Papa. Gw belum pernah kehilangan seumur hidup gw. Orang tua dan mertua gw masih lengkap, belum ada orang terdekat yang pergi meninggalkan gw untuk selamanya. Dan gw juga bukan tipe orang yang mudah merasa dekat dengan seseorang.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu tidak berlaku untuk my forever pope in my heart... The late John Paul II.&lt;br /&gt;Gw masih belum bisa menahan air mata yang keluar bila melihat dia, di manapun itu ditayangkan. His life is a legacy for me. And forever I thank God for his presence in my life. Setiap yang dia lakukan rasanya menyirami hati gw dengan kasih. Senyumnya, lambaian tangannya, setiap kata-kata yang diucapkan penuh passion, dan setiap pengorbanan dan silih yang ia lakukan untuk dunia, mengingatkan gw terus untuk menjadi seseorang yang meninggalkan jejas kasih terutama bagi sesama dan gereja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are some of his quotes&lt;/span&gt;... love you (and miss you!) Papa and please pray for me always from above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie,&lt;br /&gt;for an excuse is a lie guarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SArr_NqahYI/AAAAAAAAANI/-nd0TNgH5GU/s1600-h/JPII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SArr_NqahYI/AAAAAAAAANI/-nd0TNgH5GU/s320/JPII.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191220991729763714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;As the family goes, so goes the nation and so goes the whole world in which we live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa138667.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa117373.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Freedom consists not in doing what we like, but in having the right to do what we ought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa178860.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;From now on it is only through a conscious choice and through a deliberate policy that humanity can survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa138101.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Have no fear of moving into the unknown. Simply step out fearlessly knowing that I am with you, therefore no harm can befall you; all is very, very well. Do this in complete faith and confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa158581.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Humanity should question itself, once more, about the absurd and always unfair phenomenon of war, on whose stage of death and pain only remain standing the negotiating table that could and should have prevented it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114670.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;I have a sweet tooth for song and music. This is my Polish sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114679.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;I hope to have communion with the people, that is the most important thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa162460.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;I kiss the soil as if I placed a kiss on the hands of a mother, for the homeland is our earthly mother. I consider it my duty to be with my compatriots in this sublime and difficult moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114671.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Love is never defeated, and I could add, the history of Ireland proves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa178861.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Marriage is an act of will that signifies and involves a mutual gift, which unites the spouses and binds them to their eventual souls, with whom they make up a sole family - a domestic church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa158582.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Pervading nationalism imposes its dominion on man today in many different forms and with an aggressiveness that spares no one. The challenge that is already with us is the temptation to accept as true freedom what in reality is only a new form of slavery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa158583.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Radical changes in world politics leave America with a heightened responsibility to be, for the world, an example of a genuinely free, democratic, just and humane society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa131065.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Science can purify religion from error and superstition. Religion can purify science from idolatry and false absolutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa144236.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Social justice cannot be attained by violence. Violence kills what it intends to create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114669.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Stupidity is also a gift of God, but one mustn't misuse it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa178862.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The cemetery of the victims of human cruelty in our century is extended to include yet another vast cemetery, that of the unborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa158579.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The future starts today, not tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa178863.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The great danger for family life, in the midst of any society whose idols are pleasure, comfort and independence, lies in the fact that people close their hearts and become selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114664.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The historical experience of socialist countries has sadly demonstrated that collectivism does not do away with alienation but rather increases it, adding to it a lack of basic necessities and economic inefficiency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa143317.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The question confronting the Church today is not any longer whether the man in the street can grasp a religious message, but how to employ the communications media so as to let him have the full impact of the Gospel message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa158580.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The United Nations organization has proclaimed 1979 as the Year of the Child. Are the children to receive the arms race from us as a necessary inheritance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa117371.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The unworthy successor of Peter who desires to benefit from the immeasurable wealth of Christ feels the great need of your assistance, your prayers, your sacrifice, and he most humbly asks this of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa178864.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;The vow of celibacy is a matter of keeping one's word to Christ and the Church. a duty and a proof of the priest's inner maturity; it is the expression of his personal dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa117376.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;There are people and nations, Mother, that I would like to say to you by name. I entrust them to you in silence, I entrust them to you in the way that you know best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114668.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;To maintain a joyful family requires much from both the parents and the children. Each member of the family has to become, in a special way, the servant of the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114666.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Today, for the first time in history, a Bishop of Rome sets foot on English soil. This fair land, once a distant outpost of the pagan world, has become, through the preaching of the Gospel, a beloved and gifted portion of Christ's vineyard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa162697.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Violence and arms can never resolve the problems of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa169515.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;War is a defeat for humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa169516.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Wars generally do not resolve the problems for which they are fought and therefore... prove ultimately futile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa169517.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;What we talked about will have to remain a secret between him and me. I spoke to him as a brother whom I have pardoned and who has my complete trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114672.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;When freedom does not have a purpose, when it does not wish to know anything about the rule of law engraved in the hearts of men and women, when it does not listen to the voice of conscience, it turns against humanity and society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114675.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;You are our dearly beloved brothers, and in a certain way, it could be said that you are our elder brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114677.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;You are priests, not social or political leaders. Let us not be under the illusion that we are serving the Gospel through an exaggerated interest in the wide field of temporal problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa117377.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;You will reciprocally promise love, loyalty and matrimonial honesty. We only want for you this day that these words constitute the principle of your entire life and that with the help of divine grace you will observe these solemn vows that today, before God, you formulate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/p/popejohnpa114667.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;Young people are threatened... by the evil use of advertising techniques that stimulate the natural inclination to avoid hard work by promising the immediate satisfaction of every desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-8825393555024945983?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8825393555024945983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=8825393555024945983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8825393555024945983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8825393555024945983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/after-3-years-and-i-still-crying.html' title='After 3 years... and I still crying...'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SArpSdqahXI/AAAAAAAAANA/BsdDqvT1NO4/s72-c/2005+0402+Pope+John+Paul+II+1600x1200lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-7812611278282645335</id><published>2008-04-11T13:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:43.802+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world... Health and Medical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Terapi Bioresonansi Atasi Alergi tanpa Obat - dari Koran Pikiran Rakyat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;PERNAHKAH Anda mengalami kulit memerah dan gatal-gatal setelah mengenakan jam tangan atau gelang dari logam? Atau gejala itu terasa usai menyantap “seafood” misalnya? Sangat memungkinkan Anda alergi terhadap zat tertentu. Kalau cuma gatal tak mengapa, tetapi jika alergi nyaris membawa kita ke liang lahat, nanti dulu. Syukurlah kini ada cara menyembuhkan alergi tanpa obat-obatan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Saat ini kita hidup di lingkungan yang sudah banyak tercemar. Kegiatan industri dan kendaraan bermotor membuat polusi udara, ditambah lagi dengan berbagai bahan kimia yang bisa meracuni tubuh yang terdapat dalam makanan maupun benda di sekitar kita. Hal-hal tersebut dapat menjadi pemicu terjadinya gangguan kesehatan, terutama bagi orang-orang yang sensitif. Banyak penyakit yang tidak berasal hanya dari virus, namun karena seseorang dikategorikan sangat rentan terhadap beberapa jenis benda alias alergi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bertambah buruknya polusi membuat angka penderita alergi di Indonesia kian meningkat. Sebuah penelitian yang dilakukan oleh Dr. Heru Sundaru dari RSCM/FKUI menunjukkan, angka penderita asma di Indonesia mencapai 8,2%, alergi hidung 17,5%, dan eksim 2,5-4%. Semua ini disebabkan oleh alergi yang penyebabnya dapat bermacam-macam, seperti interaksi antara faktor genetik, pola hidup, dan lingkungan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Angka pasti penderita alergi di Indonesia dari tahun ke tahun belum jelas. Akan tetapi, menurut beberapa ahli, insiden alergi meningkat dalam 10 tahun terakhir ini, terutama di negara-negara berkembang. Di Klinik Alergi RS Immanuel Bandung, setiap bulannya yang melakukan tes alergi sekitar 20-30 orang, yang konsultasi jauh lebih banyak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Pasien alergi di sini kebanyakan pasien rujukan dari bagian lain seperti kulit, THT, paru, anak, mata,“ kata dr. Melinda Susilo (37).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaksi kepekaan abnormal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alergi adalah suatu reaksi kepekaan abnormal dari tubuh terhadap suatu benda tertentu. Orang yang alergi akan memperlihatkan gejala-gejala alergi jika terkena zat-zat tertentu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Masih kata &lt;strong&gt;dr. Melinda&lt;/strong&gt;, gejala alergi dapat timbul pada semua usia. Alergi pada dasarnya merupakan kelainan fisik. Bagaimanapun, stres emosional yang berat, rasa takut, cemas, amarah, dan rasa jengkel dapat merangsang sistem saraf sehingga memperberat atau mencetuskan timbulnya gejala alergi. Faktor pencetus lain adalah infeksi, asap rokok, polusi, cuaca dingin/panas, dan kelelahan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anak dengan salah seorang orang tuanya yang alergi mempunyai kemungkinan 30% menderita alergi. Akan tetapi, bila kedua orang tuanya menderita alergi, anak tersebut kemungkinan menderita alergi 60%. Selain itu, lingkungan dan pola hidup juga mencetuskan gejala alergi, misalnya debu rumah, tungau, binatang peliharaan, kecoa, jenis makanan tertentu (misalnya susu, telur, ayam), asap rokok, asap mobil, juga obat-obatan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terapi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SAouddqahWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rpNuCrKnRcc/s1600-h/lia+in+white+coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SAouddqahWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rpNuCrKnRcc/s200/lia+in+white+coat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191012604211529058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Menurut &lt;strong&gt;dr. Lia Brasali Ariefano dari Bio E Indonesia,&lt;/strong&gt; perkembangan terapi alergi selama ini menunjukkan kemajuan yang pesat. Awalnya, pendekatan terapi alergi hanya dengan penyuluhan untuk pasien agar menghindar dari faktor penyebab alergi tersebut. Lalu dengan berkembangnya dunia farmasi, beberapa jenis obat digunakan untuk meminimalisasi gejala yang timbul akibat alergi, misalnya antihistamin. Akan tetapi, obat-obatan ini tidak menyelesaikan permasalahan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pendekatan terapi beralih imunoterapi. Terapi ini melakukan pemberian berulang jenis zat yang diketahui menimbulkan reaksi alergi pada pasien tersebut. Pendekatan imunoterapi merupakan pencegahan dan perlindungan dari gejala alergi dan reaksi radang yang dapat timbul bila pasien kontak dengan alergen (zat yang menimbulkan alergi).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Terapi terkini adalah bioresonansi. Cara ini dapat mengatasi gejala alergi. Terapi ini menggunakan pendekatan ilmu fisika gelombang/kuantum, yaitu ilmu fisika yang berdasarkan pada teori Einstein.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Salah satu pengembangan ilmu biofisika ini sudah diterapkan sejak lama di bidang kedokteran pada alat rekam jantung atau yang lebih dikenal dengan EKG (elektro kardiogram).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dalam biofisika, setiap substansi terdiri dari energi, juga menghasilkan energi. Dengan energi yang berupa gelombang/resonansi (getaran) inilah, sel-sel tubuh kita berkomunikasi satu sama lain pada frekuensi tertentu. Jika komunikasi antarsel ini berjalan harmonis, berarti orang itu ada dalam kondisi sehat. Namun, kalau komunikasi antarsel ini terganggu oleh substansi yang memiliki frekuensi gelombang lain, fungsi organ tubuh juga dapat terganggu. “Dalam kasus alergi, gangguan ini berkenaan dengan sistem kekebalan tubuh,“ ujar dr. Lia B. Ariefano, alumnus Fakultas Kedokteran Universitas Atmajaya Jakarta.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dengan menggunakan alat Bicom Bioresonance, pola frekuensi yang menimbulkan penyakit dapat diubah menjadi pola frekuensi yang efektif dalam pemulihan fungsi kekebalan tubuh. Metode ini mampu mengeliminasi gelombang abnormal dari bahan asing/alergen dan mengalirkan gelombang normal tubuh sehingga akhirnya menghilangkan sensitivitas yang berlebihan terhadap alergen tersebut. “Dengan demikian, terapi ini merangsang tubuh untuk memulihkan fungsinya sendiri,“ ujar Lia, yang belajar bioresonansi sejak tahun 2007, dan memperdalam di Jerman pada Februari 2008.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sebelum menjalani terapi, dokter melakukan anamnesis, yaitu melihat riwayat alergi pasien, orang tua, atau keluarga. Di sini pasien harus memberikan informasi sebanyak-banyaknya kepada dokter. Pasien dideteksi dengan Bio Tensor (sensor logam) seperti alat pancing, untuk mengetahui alergi apa yang diderita pasien. Dasar teknologi ini adalah biofisika, pasien hanya duduk santai, kemudian dokter atau terapis memegang, mengoperasikan Bio Tensor dengan tangan kanan, dan ampul berisi cairan alergen di tangan kiri. Apabila Bio Tensor bergerak mendatar/horizontal, artinya pasien tidak menderita alergi. Kalau Bio Tensor bergerak vertikal/naik turun, artinya pasien menderita alergi zat tersebut. Pasien dideteksi dengan 40 macam alergen atau lebih, yang memakan waktu sekitar 15 menit, dan hasilnya saat itu juga bisa diketahui.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cara lain untuk mendeteksi alergi, sebelah tangan pasien memegang ampul berisi cairan alergen, tangan yang sebelah lagi diangkat kemudian oleh terapis ditekan, pasien harus menahan tekanan terapis. Kalau tidak bisa menahan/lemah, artinya pasien memang alergi. Sebaliknya, kalau bisa menahan tekanan terapis, artinya pasien tidak alergi terhadap alergen tersebut.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Terapi dibagi empat tahap dengan waktu sekitar 20-30 menit, basic therapy, geopathy, scar removal, blockage removal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Terapi dilakukan seminggu sekali. Sebaiknya selama menjalani terapi, pasien berhenti dulu makan makanan yang menyebabkan alergi, atau menguranginya,“ kata &lt;strong&gt;dr. Stella Tinia&lt;/strong&gt;, therapist Bio E Hope Bandung.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sembuh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;“Anak saya menderita alergi ikan laut sejak bayi. Sekarang dia sudah berumur 5 tahun. Pernah satu kali saya memberikan potongan ayam dari garpu yang sudah saya lap setelah saya gunakan untuk makan ikan, tidak saya sangka mulutnya langsung bengkak dalam hitungan menit. Kemudian, suatu kali pembantu di rumah memandikan dia, setelah pembantu saya baru saja membersihkan ikan laut. Padahal, dia sudah mencuci tangannya dengan bersih lalu memandikan anak saya. Dalam hitungan menit, seluruh kulit anak saya memerah. Selain itu anak saya juga menderita asma dari kecil,” kata Yana.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Setelah 8 -10 sesi terapi. Yana mencoba memberi makan anaknya ikan laut, ternyata alergi tak datang lagi. “Syukurlah sekarang tubuhnya sudah bisa mengatasi reaksi terhadap ikan laut,“ ungkap Yana.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lain lagi dengan Ny. Linda (45), yang menderita nyeri di kaki kiri sejak 3 tahun lalu. “Dokter bilang saya menderita rematik. Setiap kali saya menggerakkan kaki kiri, saya sering terasa sakit. Saya terus mengonsumsi obat-obatan dan nyerinya memang agak menghilang, tetapi tidak sampai 50%-nya. Kemudian, saya menjalani terapi bioresonansi. Dalam pertemuan kedua saja, sakitnya sudah sangat berkurang hingga tinggal 30% dan di pertemuan kelima hampir tidak terasa lagi,” paparnya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sasha, 21 tahun, setelah dideteksi, dari 40 macam alergen, ternyata ia alergi terhadap sebelas macam. “Saya tidak menduga saya alergi gula putih, cokelat, jagung, dan beras,“ kata Sasha, mahasiswa semester VI . Ia juga alergi terhadap bulu ayam, bulu angsa, bulu hamster, asap rokok, debu, serbuksari padi, tungau. “Selama ini saya selalu bersin-bersin setiap bangun tidur, pilek alias meler setiap saat dan gatal-gatal di kaki kalau habis makan sesuatu,“ tambah Sasha yang sudah 5 tahun pilek terus. Kini ia menjalani sedang dalam terapi di Bio E.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bayu Limadjaja (27), malah alergi terhadap keringatnya sendiri. “Alergi bagi saya sudah bukan mengganggu lagi, tetapi sudah tahap `memalukan`. Karena kalau sudah basket atau berkegiatan, pasti saya garuk-garuk badan karena gatal yang tak tertahankan,“ ujar Bayu yang juga alergi benang dan formalin. Kini ia tengah menjalani terapi benang, setelah alergi keringatnya terkendalikan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sementara itu, Wisnu Wardhono (49) kini sedang menjalani terapi alergi untuk bersin-bersin, suara serak, dan hidungnya meler. “Terapi konvensional mulai dengan prick-test bahkan sampai hidungnya disolder sudah dijalani. Tapi kini saya mengikuti terapi bioresonansi, tidak perlu suntikan, tidak makan obat, asal rajin terapi seminggu sekali, saya yakin bisa sembuh,” katanya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Proses terapi bioresonansi ini tidak langsung terasa, tetapi perlahan-lahan. “Kini mulai terasa lega pada pagi hari, saat bangun tidur tidak lagi bersin-bersin, hidung tidak meler. Hanya kalau kena debu rumah, buka buku-buku tua masih bersin, tetapi sebentar, “ tutur Wisnu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Memang, kata dr. Fifi, sang pengelola Klinik Bicom, hampir semua orang di dunia ini menderita alergi. Akan tetapi, kebanyakan orang tidak menyadari bahwa dirinya alergi sesuatu atau banyak alergi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Jadi, tak ada salahnya memeriksakan diri ke dokter ahli terapi bioresonansi bukan? (Ida F. Suliztyarto)***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-7812611278282645335?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7812611278282645335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=7812611278282645335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7812611278282645335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7812611278282645335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/terapi-bioresonansi-atasi-alergi-tanpa.html' title='Terapi Bioresonansi Atasi Alergi tanpa Obat - dari Koran Pikiran Rakyat'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SAouddqahWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/rpNuCrKnRcc/s72-c/lia+in+white+coat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-7051010506272435113</id><published>2008-04-09T18:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:40:13.133+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world... Health and Medical'/><title type='text'>Si Kecil suka Jajan...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 331px; height: 1px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;                                           &lt;tr&gt;                                             &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="1" width="548"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="judul_fr_single"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kecil Suka Jajan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;td rowspan="17" width="15"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                                           &lt;/tr&gt;                                           &lt;tr&gt;                                             &lt;td colspan="2" width="548"&gt;            &lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Si Rio bikin kepalaku pusing, setiap ada tukang jajanan lewat pasti dia merengek minta beli&lt;/em&gt;." Keluhan seperti itu mungkin cukup akrab di telinga. Suka jajan memang merupakan salah satu problem anak balita. Anak yang hobi jajan tak bisa disalahkan seratus persen karena sebenarnya para orangtua lah yang membentuk kebiasaan si kecil. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Salah satu faktor yang menyebabkan si upik suka jajan adalah karena kurangnya variasi makanan di rumah, akibatnya anak menjadi bosan dan tergiur dengan jajanan. Ayah-ibu yang sama-sama bekerja sering menjadi alasan orangtua jaman sekarang untuk membeli makanan siap saji. Akibatnya si anak merasa membeli makanan merupakan hal yang lumrah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jawaban.com/news//userfile/080409-sukajajan.jpg" alt="" align="left" height="100" width="99"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Pengaruh lingkungan juga merupakan faktor yang sangat berpengaruh. Biasanya anak tergiur melihat teman-temannya menyantap jajanan. Jika si anak keseringan jajan akibatnya adalah anak sulit makan. Selain itu kita tidak bisa mengetahui apakah jajanan yang disantap bersih dan aman dari bahan-bahan kimia berbahaya.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Meskipun si anak sudah terlanjur hobi jajan, sebagai orangtua Anda tetap memiliki kendali. Melarang anak agar tidak jajan mungkin sulit dilakukan, tetapi Anda tetap bisa mengurangi kebiasaan jajan. Apa saja yang bisa kita lakukan?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;- Batasi uang saku anak dengan tetap memperhatikan pengeluaran mendadak yang mungkin dibutuhkan anak di sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;- Atur jajanan yang boleh dimakan si anak, misalnya sehari tak lebih dari satu. Dengan begitu si anak tidak akan menjadi rakus karena pola makannya sudah terbentuk.&lt;br /&gt;- Biasakan si anak untuk makan di rumah. Agar anak menyukainya, sediakan menu yang beragam. Ajak si anak menentukan menu makanan yang akan dimasak atau libatkan anak dalam kegiatan memasak.&lt;br /&gt;- Ajari anak untuk memilih makanan yang bersih, aman, dan sehat.&lt;br /&gt;- Perut lapar merupakan alasan anak untuk membeli makanan di luar. Pastikan anak menghabiskan sarapannya atau bawakan bekal yang bergizi untuk anak. Kreatiflah dalam membuat variasi menu dan tampilan yang menarik.&lt;br /&gt;- Kebiasaan yang ditanamkan secara konsisten dan teratur akan menghasilkan perilaku yang baik, termasuk dalam hal makan.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-7051010506272435113?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7051010506272435113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=7051010506272435113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7051010506272435113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7051010506272435113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/si-kecil-suka-jajan.html' title='Si Kecil suka Jajan...?'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2849421156903434240</id><published>2008-04-09T08:26:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:44.112+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>I am 16... going on... what? 35...? Oh Noooo! or...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_wcRQWg5bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZZSjP_9ZSCA/s1600-h/LiaFace270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_wcRQWg5bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZZSjP_9ZSCA/s200/LiaFace270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187051953596720562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I am 16 going 17.. baby it's time to think...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Itu potongan lagu dari film favorit gw... Sound of Music. Salah satu film favorit gw. Dan rasanya ngga lama yang lalu gw menunggu-nunggu pantas menyanyikan lagi itu.. karena gw bener-bener 16 going on 17.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;And years later… TODAY… kemarin tepatnya… gw lagi nonton Oprah pagi sambil menikmati my morning coffee.. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and yesterday the topic was… How do you manage yourself in Menopause condition. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jadi di topic ini dijelaskan, bagaimana hormonal chances and psychological changes bisa terjadi di wanita. Dan yang bikin gw &lt;i style=""&gt;ternganga-nganga&lt;/i&gt; adalah… Oprah menujukan acara ini untuk wanita usia 35 tahun ke atas. Karena menurut research di Amerika, saat ini wanita 35 tahun ke atas memang belum memasuki masa menopause, tetapi sudah mulai mengalami perubahan psychological.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Oh my my.. I am turning 35 this year…!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;My hubby pernah bilang… kadang kita ngga sadar, jangan-jangan hidup yang sudah kita jalanin waktu inya ud lebih lama dari pada hidup yang akan kita jalanin. Kalau angka rata-rata kematian di Indonesia adalah 60an, maka bener buat kasus hidup gw… gw ud 35 tahun ini… dan mungkin gw ngga akan sampe 70, sehingga saat ini waktu yang gw jalanin lebih pendek daripada masa gw lahir sampe hari ini… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Dan… apa yang ud gw buat selama ini…?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Rasanya sepanjang hari kemarin jadi permenungan buat gw (biarpun ngga kelihatan merenung krn harus berhadapan ama pasien terus… hehehe…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Masa&lt;/i&gt; sebentar lagi gw sudah melewat usia subur gw…? Punya anak pun belum hehehe…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Masa&lt;/i&gt; sebentar lagi gw harus mulai bertempur dengan osteoporosis, dislipedemia, hypertension, and all other menopause diseases?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Masa&lt;/i&gt; sebentar lagi harus ada yang manggil gw oma? Sedangkan sekarang kl gw dipanggil Tante aja, taring dan tanduk gw langsung keluar sangking keselnya &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Dan &lt;i style=""&gt;masa &lt;/i&gt;yang lainnya… It’s a ‘can not believe questions…!’ hehehe…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;But hey… &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I am 16 going on 35… baby it’s time to be happy and grateful for anything that have hap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;pened in my life!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Yes… this is the time of my life… di mana gw ud ada dalam masa yang lebih ‘solid’ dari 35 tahun pertama dalam kehidupan gw… di mana semuanya baru berkembang, dicari, dari diexplore. Semua explorasi dan pengembangan diri pasti akan terus dilakukan, tetapi hari ini yang pasti gw lebih dewasa dari kemarin (dan mudah-mudahan lebih bijaksana dari kmrn).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Banyak kesalahan yang gw lakukan 35 tahun pertama dalam kehidupan gw, kesalahan yang menimbulkan banyak luka. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Tetapi hari ini gw memutuskan… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Tidak ada satupun dari luka itu yang mampu menghentikan langkah gw hari ini. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Tidak ada ada satupun dari luka itu yang gw ijinkan untuk menghentikan mimpi-mimpi gw tercapai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Kata orang-orang… cewek itu paling ‘mateng’ dan sexy di usia mereka antara 30 sampe 40… wahhh… tahun ini gw bakal mencapai ke maksimal an ke matengan dan ke seksian gw karena gw ada di tengah-tengah… hahaha…!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I am 16 going on 35… baby it’s time to make your dreams come true…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Salah satunya keadaan yang membuat ini dapat tercapai adalah suami gw. Karena dia yang selalu mengingatkan gw, untuk mencapai semuanya ini… &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(thanks to him.. and thanks to God of course..!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;Hari ini gw bersuka-cita karena apa yang ada dalam kehidupan gw… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;I am not a extra rich yet (&lt;i style=""&gt;We will heheh…&lt;/i&gt;), but I am rich inside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;That’s really makes my day. Everyday wakes up with hope and expectation. That everything I need and everything I dream will come to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Praise the Lord that today… I am 16 going on 35…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;PS. Fotonya sementara yang umur 35 dulu, lagi nyari foto gw umur 16an kagak tahu di mana semua hehehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-dedicated for one of my aunt.. it's her birthday today!!! Happy bday T'Linda!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/s/thesoundofmusiclyrics/sixteengoingonseventeenlyrics.html" mce_href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/s/thesoundofmusiclyrics/sixteengoingonseventeenlyrics.html"&gt;Rolf a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a class="NoUnderPlain" href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/s/thesoundofmusiclyrics/sixteengoingonseventeenlyrics.html" mce_href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/s/thesoundofmusiclyrics/sixteengoingonseventeenlyrics.html"&gt;nd Liesl - Sixteen Going on Seventeen Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_wuSgWg5cI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pfs6qQ5w2fU/s1600-h/rolf+liesl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_wuSgWg5cI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pfs6qQ5w2fU/s200/rolf+liesl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187071766280857026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;[Rolf:]&lt;br /&gt;You wait, little girl, on an empty stage&lt;br /&gt;For fate to turn the light on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Your life, little girl, is an empty page&lt;br /&gt;That men will want to write on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Liesl:]&lt;br /&gt;To write on&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Rolf:]&lt;br /&gt;You are sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's time to think&lt;br /&gt;Better beware, be canny and careful&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're on the brink&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Fellows will fall in line&lt;br /&gt;Eager young lads and rogues and cads&lt;br /&gt;Will offer you food and wine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Totally unprepared are you&lt;br /&gt;To face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared are you&lt;br /&gt;Of things beyond your ken&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You need someone older an wiser&lt;br /&gt;Telling you what to do&lt;br /&gt;I am seventeen going on eighteen&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Liesl:]&lt;br /&gt;I am sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm naive&lt;br /&gt;Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet&lt;br /&gt;And willingly I believe&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Innocent as a rose&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of those&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Totally unprepared am I&lt;br /&gt;To face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared am I&lt;br /&gt;Of things beyond my ken&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I need someone older and wiser&lt;br /&gt;Telling me what to do&lt;br /&gt;You are seventeen going on eighteen&lt;br /&gt;I'll depend on you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-2849421156903434240?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2849421156903434240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=2849421156903434240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2849421156903434240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2849421156903434240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-16-going-on-what-35-oh-noooo-or.html' title='I am 16... going on... what? 35...? Oh Noooo! or...'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_wcRQWg5bI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZZSjP_9ZSCA/s72-c/LiaFace270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-3916468641700956312</id><published>2008-04-08T20:44:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:44.338+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>I Still Date My Ex-Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_t3rQWg5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PrFteMYOXK4/s1600-h/bo_marowe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_t3rQWg5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PrFteMYOXK4/s200/bo_marowe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186870980854736274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Call Me Crazy, But She Still Makes My Heart Go Pumpity-Pump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;After ten years of marriage, I’m still crazy for this woman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Being with her is my little piece of heaven on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Here’s my proof: So far, I’ve had 508 romantic dates with my wife. (Yes, my wife. What were you thinking? She’s my ex-girlfriend, right?) That’s once per week for almost 10 beautiful years. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;And I’ve loved every single one of them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Our date night is sacred.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Unless it’s an invitation from the President of the Republic, I say no to all invitations and meetings. Our marriage is what it is today because of those precious 508 dates.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Call me corny. Call me deluded. Call me in denial.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;But I really love being with her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;By the way, did you know my wife has magical powers? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;When I’m with her, she drains my stress away. When I’m going through a rough time, all I have to do is share my problems to her, and instantly, I feel so much better. With her, I’m at home. And I rest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I believe couples need to connect with each other in a deep way, or they will drift apart and look for attachments elsewhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Aside from our weekly dates, I grab special times I call “spontaneous moments of connection”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Spontaneous Moments Of Connection&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Yesterday afternoon, I came home ready to dive into my work. The usual stuff I do: articles to write, talks to prepare, meetings to plan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;But when I came home, I saw this lovely woman sitting on the couch all by herself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I thought to myself, “Work can wait,” and I grabbed this opportunity to sit beside the greatest girl on the galaxy. It wasn’t planned. But we were able to talk and connect our hearts. Even just for a few minutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Life offers us these fantastic times of bonding. I’ve learned not to miss them: Being stuck in traffic with her. Or waiting for the dentist. Or lining up in the grocery. These times don’t have to be boring if you hold hands and talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How To Have A Great Marriage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;One day, a young husband came up to me and said, “Bo, I wish my marriage will be as great as yours ten years from now…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I only had one word for him: “Don’t wish. Decide.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;In that one line, I gave my secret to success.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;That’s what separates great marriages and not-so-great marriages.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;That’s what separates successful people from unsuccessful people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Unsuccessful people wish, want, hope, desire for their dreams.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;That’s not enough.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Successful people &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to make their dreams happen. Period.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;That means they’ll do whatever it takes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Nothing will stop them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Failure is not an option.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Let me ask you: Will you do whatever it takes?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;For me as a husband, it means…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; practicing “mental” monogamy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; overlooking her faults&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; going out of my way to express my love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; prioritizing our dates&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 1in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt; leading my family to God&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Note: Just in case you’re in the delusion that I’m a perfect husband, let me make this record straight. I’m far from it. Just ask my wife! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;But the important thing is that I’ve decided to become a great husband. And I make that decision everyday. (I struggle towards this dream everyday!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I’ve realized that this power of decision works in every other area in life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How To Be A Success In Anything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I’ve also decided to be a financial success.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;No ifs, no buts, no excuses. I’ll do everything it takes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;For me, that means sticking to my core gifts, getting wise mentors, reinventing myself, creating a dream team around me, and focusing on loving my customers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I’ve also decided to be a spiritual person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;That means opening myself to God’s love, walking with integrity, and pursuing my ultimate mission of loving others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I’ve also decided to be a healthy person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;That means going to the gym daily, eating veggies and fruits, taking supplements, and living with balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Don’t Wish. Decide.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;“But Bo, I’ve already decided to be a success! But I guess my decision wasn’t strong enough…”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;Then that means you haven’t really decided yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;You’ve just wished.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;If you remain in the level of wish, nothing happens.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;You must go to the level of decision.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;I’m reminded of this Chinese General who invaded an island. Upon landing on the shore, he asked his soldiers to burn their own boats. Obviously, they were shocked. When asked why would they do this insane act of burning their own boats, he said, “We’ll leave this island either as Victors or as dead men. Escape is not an option.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;That’s a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;And that’s the kind of decision that will make you succeed in anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;May your dreams come true,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bo Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-3916468641700956312?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3916468641700956312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=3916468641700956312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3916468641700956312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3916468641700956312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-still-date-my-ex-girlfriend_08.html' title='I Still Date My Ex-Girlfriend'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_t3rQWg5ZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/PrFteMYOXK4/s72-c/bo_marowe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-5834320735657687312</id><published>2008-04-07T14:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:44.771+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Lets Talk About Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_nMOwWg5WI/AAAAAAAAALo/V1gMspz9frU/s1600-h/pravs-j-as-much-as-i-dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_nMOwWg5WI/AAAAAAAAALo/V1gMspz9frU/s320/pravs-j-as-much-as-i-dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186400999763404130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's talk about DREAMS... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu gw kecil, gw bermimpi banyak hal... dari punya suami bule sampe punya istana dan tinggal bersama anjing-anjing kesayangan gw.&lt;br /&gt;Dan bersama dengan berjalannya waktu... kegagalan, luka, cemooh, dan hidup yang terasa mulai tidak ramah, sang mimpi mulai menjauh pergi. Sampai akhirnya... timbul kata-kata,"Terserah deh... apa aja!"&lt;br /&gt;Akhir-akhir ini... terutama sejak menikah dengan suami gw (yang bukan bule... tapi at least dia ngakunya Italiano.. hehehe..), dia banyak mengajak gw kembali bermimpi.&lt;br /&gt;Dan gw kembali ke masa-masa kecil gw (look at the picture...) dan membongkar kembali kotak mimpi yang sudah gw masukan ke dalam lemari2 di hati gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gw bermimpi punya RUMAH SEHAT, seperti yang ada di film Patch Adam... di mana semua orang yang datang, sesakit apapun dia, mengalami pemulihan di rumah itu. Biarpun akhirnya mungkin dia harus 'pergi', dia pergi dengan satu pengertian bahwa hidupnya berakhir dengan kemenangan dan suka cita. Gw pengen mimpi mereka diwujudkan di rumah sehat itu. Segila dan setidak mungkin apapun itu. Gw pengen setiap hari ada senyum dan tawa yang terdengar di lorong-lorong rumah sehat.&lt;br /&gt;Dan saat tawa itu terdengar, tawa itu memberikan harapan kepada orang banyak saat mereka tidak kuat bangun dari tempat tidur mereka. Tawa itu merangsang pengeluaran hormon yang meringankan rasa nyeri di tubuh mereka... dan yang terutama... tawa itu memberikan satu pengetahuan... bahwa mereka akan 'baik-baik' saja karena hidup mereka berharga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw bermimpi... punya SHELTER... a DOMUS (rumah) buat orang-orang yang membutuhkan&lt;br /&gt;(inget film Persuit of Happiness...?), di mana mereka tinggal di sana dan tahu bahwa mereka tidak kekurangan dan mempunya masa depan. Di shelter itu akan dilakukan course-course dan workshop supaya satu hari nanti mereka bisa hidup mandiri. Dari shelter itu akan dikirim orang-orang ke seluruh negeri yang membawa anak-anak yang kekurangan gizi sehingga mereka bisa dirawat di situ. Orang tua yang terlantar dan tidak berdaya dapat tidur dengan tenang dan tidak kelaparan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_m1QgWg5MI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vB7XHAuqzo0/s1600-h/vienna+philharmonic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw bermimpi... have my own PHILHARMONIC ORCHESTRA yang main di Concerst Hall di Eropa dan Amerika... Karena gw ud ketelatan untuk jadi pemain musik, so... gw pengen gw punya satu Orchestra di mana mimpi gw bisa di wujudkan lewat kerja keras orang-orang yang punya talenta dan mimpi yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;So... inspired by August Rush film (Thanks Le... for the info, and my hubby yang ud beli DVD nya hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;And this is my moms' dream too... wish she's still get a change to see one of her dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_m61QWg5OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/1r0AyKuNVFc/s1600-h/academy+leadership.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_nNYwWg5XI/AAAAAAAAALw/hBt66QbStNc/s1600-h/academy+leadership.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_nNYwWg5XI/AAAAAAAAALw/hBt66QbStNc/s320/academy+leadership.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186402271073723762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw bermimpi...&lt;br /&gt;Satu hari nanti bisa KOLABORASI dengan OPRAH's CHARITY PROJECT... apapun itu.. Angel's Network, Leadership School, or anything...!&lt;br /&gt;Her life story really inspired me.&lt;br /&gt;And I really looking forward to meet her and work with her...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gw bermimpi… sebelum gw meninggalkan dunia ini… at least.. ada 1 buku yang gw tulis sendiri dan menjadi berkat bagi banyak orang. Don’t know how, don’t know when…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more... maybe this sounds weird... but I dream for my own ZOO atau at least Shelter buat anjing-anjing terlantar yang di abuse/ dibuang... pokoknya mereka bisa hidup dengan enak di situ! Kayak Steve Irwin punya di Australi... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes these are my dreams... dan gw percaya ngga ada yang ngga mungkin...Banyak hal yang gw pikir yang ngga mungkin, bisa terjadi dalam kehidupan gw. Dan gw percaya.. it's just a matter of time! Yes... a matter of time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-5834320735657687312?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5834320735657687312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=5834320735657687312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5834320735657687312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5834320735657687312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-talk-about-dreams.html' title='Lets Talk About Dreams'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_nMOwWg5WI/AAAAAAAAALo/V1gMspz9frU/s72-c/pravs-j-as-much-as-i-dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-7554613688073730859</id><published>2008-04-05T08:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:44.911+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Come and Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_bXLQWg5II/AAAAAAAAAJk/8rSvnc8In7Q/s1600-h/comego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_bXLQWg5II/AAAAAAAAAJk/8rSvnc8In7Q/s320/comego.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185568609331635330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya datang dan pergi dalam kehidupan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Saat kelahiran kita merayakan kedatangan, saat pernikahan kita merayakan satu moment baru kehidupan, dan saat kematian kita melepaskan kepergian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga orang-orang dalam kehidupan kita.&lt;br /&gt;Hanya beberapa orang yang tidak mungkin pergi dalam kenyataan keberadaan kita di dunia ini...&lt;br /&gt;1. Parents (di manapun/ sampai kapanpun mereka ada, tidak pernah dapat memungkiri kenyataan dari mana kita berasal)&lt;br /&gt;2. Siblings (iya kl punya, nah kl kagak...? tetapi siblings juga akhirnya datang dan pergi, apalgi setelah beranjak dewasa dan punya kehidupan masing-masing)&lt;br /&gt;3. Relatives (ini apalagi... kadang ngga ada bedanya ama strangers, tapi kadang bisa sangat dekat ..:p)&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends (ngga ada bedanya sama relative, bedanya cuma hubungan darah... yg hari gini menurut gw ngga terlalu penting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kehidupan gw, dari waktu ke waktu gw mulai mengalami kedatangan dan kepergian, dan kadang... itu sangat melelahkan.&lt;br /&gt;Like the picture says, it's a 'Dramaticule' alias... a drama in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang yang dulu dekat... tiba-tiba terasa jauh dan tidak terjangkau lagi. Orang yang jauh tiba-tiba datang dan memberi arti dalam kehidupan hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;Gw percaya satu hal... tidak ada satupun... yang datang dalam kehidupan kita dan tidak memberi arti dalam kehidupan kita. Sekecil apapun itu...!&lt;br /&gt;Jadi... hargai setiap perjumpaan, syukuri setiap kesempatan, dan cintai setiap sapaan karena itu akan memberkati kehidupan kita. With its' own way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir-akhir ini gw memilih untuk menghargai semuanya itu. Memang gw juga mengurangi frekwensi pertemuan dengan teman-teman/saudara/ siapapun yang akan mewarnai hari gw dengan gerutuan (kadang ketemu sama orang yang complaiiiiiinnnnnn terus, membuat kita jadi ikutan negative terus...), tetapi gw tetap mencari satu makna, yang mungkin ingin disampaikan lewat setiap kesempatan yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu sahabat gw dan suami (dr.Welly) pernah berkata, dari setiap orang yang ditemui... ia selalu berusaha menangkap, apa yang Allah ingin sampaikan kepada dia... (pastinya yang positive dong...) artinya... siapapun itu... mau orangnya laki/wanita, kaya/miskin, positive/negative, dll.. pasti ada yang akan disampaikan lewat semua itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and people go&lt;br /&gt;And still it gives meaning in my days&lt;br /&gt;  I will always remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-7554613688073730859?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7554613688073730859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=7554613688073730859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7554613688073730859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7554613688073730859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-and-go.html' title='Come and Go'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_bXLQWg5II/AAAAAAAAAJk/8rSvnc8In7Q/s72-c/comego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-8854403107171690779</id><published>2008-04-02T13:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:45.048+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>Dr. Nathanson Shares Conversion Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_MpWwWg42I/AAAAAAAAAG0/VnFpChjbv9I/s1600-h/bernard+nathanson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_MpWwWg42I/AAAAAAAAAG0/VnFpChjbv9I/s400/bernard+nathanson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184533066946765666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dr. Nathanson Conversion Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRONT ROYAL — When the founder of the National Association for the Repeal of Abortion Laws (NARAL) converts to Roman Catholicism and dedicates his life to the pro-life cause, heads turn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Bernard Nathanson recently told a group at Christendom College in Front Royal the story which led to his reception into the Church by Cardinal John O’Connor of New York on Dec. 9, 1996.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathanson spoke of his role as a pioneer in the abortion industry, his diligence in its promotion and his retreat from the business as he realized its fundamental immorality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathanson was born into a Jewish family, but was never serious about his faith and dubbed himself a "Jewish Atheist." While studying at McGill Medical School in Montreal in the 1950s, he became aware of the "injustice" to women in the lack of availability of legal abortion. Thus his career as an abortion advocate began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He returned to his native New York and worked solely to advance the cause of abortion with the goal of legalizing the procedure. The result of his non-stop efforts was the establishment of NARAL in 1967.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathanson, dubbed the "abortion king" by friends, soon opened clinics which solely performed abortions. However, after only a few years in this atmosphere, he resigned from the clinic in order to pursue other duties. He had not changed his mind about abortion but while away from it he began to look at the reality of the situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the mid-70s, in the dawn of what he called the "secular epiphany," Nathanson began to carefully examine what he saw in ultrasounds and sonograms. He demanded that he and his colleagues address the ethical and moral questions involved in abortion, which had never been done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By 1977, Nathanson had answered his own questions. "My views had crystallized and it was clear that abortion was ethically and morally unacceptable," he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the early 80s, after much reflection on his life, Nathanson was ready to speak for the pro-life cause. He produced and distributed the film "Silent Scream" which showed a videotaped abortion procedure. However, his dramatic presentations were inspired not by religious beliefs but by the scientific evidence which undoubtedly proved the presence of a human being in the womb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His pro-life work was good, but it was not enough — it did not take away the guilt he felt. In 1993, Nathanson found the spiritual inspiration he was lacking. He realized that he needed forgiveness which he had never sought since leaving the abortion industry and he did not know if it was possible for him to find such mercy. Nathanson knew that he could not face eternal judgment without finding forgiveness and so he turned to a priest friend who gradually helped him to see that the forgiveness and love he needed could only be found in the Church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He met a new found solace in the words of Christ on the Cross: "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His conversion process involved much reading, which he quoted familiarly to the Christendom audience. Especially beloved was the book &lt;i&gt;Pillar of Fire&lt;/i&gt; written by Karl Stern, who has been Nathanson’s professor at McGill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathanson himself recently wrote a book about his conversion experience entitled &lt;em&gt;The Hand of God.&lt;/em&gt; It was published just prior to his acceptance into the Catholic Church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathanson had always cherished Stern’s teaching and friendship, not knowing that Stern himself was going through the process of converting from Judaism to Catholicism while Nathanson was his student. Stern’s book about his own conversion was a great comfort and inspiration to Nathanson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although he placed a lot of emphasis on the role of spiritual reading in his conversion, Nathanson stressed that "none of the great things of life spring from the intellect — they spring from the heart."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ultimately, Nathanson’s heart led him to the Church, which offers forgiveness and rest to all who are searching for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-8854403107171690779?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8854403107171690779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=8854403107171690779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8854403107171690779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8854403107171690779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/dr-nathanson-shares-conversion-story.html' title='Dr. Nathanson Shares Conversion Story'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_MpWwWg42I/AAAAAAAAAG0/VnFpChjbv9I/s72-c/bernard+nathanson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-5496154286463312556</id><published>2008-04-02T12:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:55:46.885+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>Noah: Baby Hall of Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abortionfacts.com/image/babies/conner&amp;amp;jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.abortionfacts.com/image/babies/Noah.jpg" border="0" height="216" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Name: Noah Michael Shrader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;DOB: October 18, 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weight: 6 lb. 7 oz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On June 3rd 1999 we were told through ultrasound that our son Noah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael had a rare brain disorder.  Numerous doctors told us that our son&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;would never make it through birth and that if he did he would die very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;soon afterwards.  Some doctors told us that abortion was the best option&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; or all involved including the child.  Once we told the doctor that we did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;not believe in abortion they were very distant in the the visits my wife&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I made to their offices.  One doctor told us that our son had a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;condition that was not compatible with life and aborting him would save&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;him lots of pain.  Our son was born October 18th full term crying his head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;off.  While he had problems he survived for 10 months.  We just buried him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;on August 23, 2000 and must say that my son's life was a joyful experience&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;that many people would have missed out on if we had aborted him.  He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;touched many people in his life time and will be remembered for years to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;come by lots of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-5496154286463312556?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5496154286463312556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=5496154286463312556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5496154286463312556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5496154286463312556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/noah-baby-hall-of-fame.html' title='Noah: Baby Hall of Fame'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-8944996321685044317</id><published>2008-04-02T12:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:56:47.150+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>Abortion Survivor: Heidi Huffman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.priestsforlife.org/images/tinheidi.jpg" align="left" height="197" hspace="8" width="169" /&gt;Left: Tina Huffman Torry, mother of Heidi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y mom had an abortion at age seventeen. A couple of weeks later, when her physician examined her, he told her she was still pregnant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was born, and today my mom and I tell the world of our story and our love for life. We want to call people away from the darkness of abortion and into the light of God's truth. We have also prayed and demonstrated in front of abortion facilities, and have spoken across the country at churches, crisis pregnancy centers, and universities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have also come to know Priests for Life-- I recently told Father Pavone that God has called all of us to save unborn life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I believe that all young people are survivors of abortion, just like I am, because they too could have been killed under the current policy of our government, which declared us "non-persons" when we were in the womb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to share something with priests and pastors: Some pastors fear their congregation more than they fear God. Please mention abortion and get a pro-life organization started in your church!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To you pastors who do preach on abortion, I congratulate and I thank you! There might even be some of my friends who are around today because you spoke up for the unborn children years ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Heidi is married to Steven Smith. As of the Spring of 2002, she has 2 children and is 24 years old. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'s&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; doing what she loves -- Having children and raising them. &lt;/span&gt;Tina's book about this marvelous story is called "Short of a Miracle." For information, visit &lt;a href="http://www.ambassadorarabians.com/"&gt;www.ambassadorarabians.com&lt;/a&gt;  You may also contact Tina directly by writing her at PO Box 1343, Easley, SC, 29641.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-8944996321685044317?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8944996321685044317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=8944996321685044317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8944996321685044317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8944996321685044317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/abortion-survivor-heidi-huffman.html' title='Abortion Survivor: Heidi Huffman'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-6297372778150318135</id><published>2008-04-02T10:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:45.221+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>The meaning of my Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_MDHgWg41I/AAAAAAAAAGs/RNiMYBwuj8Y/s1600-h/IMG_5187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_MDHgWg41I/AAAAAAAAAGs/RNiMYBwuj8Y/s320/IMG_5187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184491023511905106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_MCYAWg40I/AAAAAAAAAGk/K_ZoNkuTSNQ/s1600-h/IMG_5187.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngomongin masa puasa kemarin, pastinya memberi arti buat gw.&lt;br /&gt;Selama ini, gw ngga pernah tahan kl disuruh ngga makan. Dulu kayaknya ngga begitu, cuma entah kenapa, makin tua gw jadi makin ngga tahan lapar.&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya kl ud lapar, semuanya mau gw lahap. Padahal kl ud mulai makan sih... ngga abis juga kadang-kadang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu masa puasa kmrn (pra paskah) suami gw berniat mau puasa selama 40hari. Selama ini gw paling malas kl disuruh ikut-ikutan puasa. Tapi entah kenapa kali ini, gw ngikut aja.&lt;br /&gt;Maka mulailah gw pantang nasi selama 40 hari sejak Rabu Abu. 2 mgg pertama ya ngga berat sama sekali... lha gw ada di Jerman... kagak ada nasi di sana. Tapi godaan mulai timbul saat pesawat pulang dari KL-Jkt dikasih nasi+sate ayam. Mana gw paling doyan nasi lagi... ud kebayang makan nasi pake sayur asem+sambel gandaria+ikan asing... aduuuuhhhh surga deh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puji Tuhannya.. ngga tahu kekuatan dari mana, gw jalanin lumayan baik. Sampe 2 mgg terakhir sebelum paskah... gw memutuskan mau pantang kopi dan daging... satu lagi... kopi! Ini juga penderitaan... untungnya suami gw juga pantang kopi, jadi gw ngga harus nyiumin baunya setiap hari...&lt;br /&gt;Sampe 1 mgg sebelum paskah gw memutuskan ikut suami gw... cuma makan buah2an aja dan air putih. Gosssshhhh... ini bener2 gw ngga tahan... ngga usah nunggu 1 hari... itungan 10jam an deh... gw ud menggiggil di bawah selimut dan kayaknya ampir pingsan... akhirnya gw memutuskan makan sayur juga selama 1 mgg itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dari keadaan itu gw berpikir... bagaimana rasanya jadi orang miskin? Buat gw.. seperti foto di atas, ada pengharapan kl gw akan makan besar setelah easter vigil mass. Dan gw ud buat rencana gw mau makan apa aja! heheheh... tapi mereka...?&lt;br /&gt;Berencana pun tidak mampu, bahkan mereka tidak tahu sampai kapan kelaparan ini berakhir...?&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana rasanya..?&lt;br /&gt;Kalau penderitaan ini bisa membayar silih buat jiwa-jiwa... rasanya penderitaan lapar dan menggigil gw ngga ada artinya sama penderitaan Yesus di atas kayu salib. Setiap doa yang gw panjatkan... memang terasa dekat dengan Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Dan lewat puasa gw... Tuhan banyak memulihkan hati gw... rasa cinta gw sama Tuhan yang sudah lama ngga gw rasakan, masalah keluarga yang mungkin belum selesai, tapi ada terang yang menyinari kegelapan masalah itu.&lt;br /&gt;Lewat puasa gw... Tuhan mengusik hati gw lewat seorang ibu, dan itu membuat gw banyak belajar berdamai dengan beberapa masalah dalam hati gw dan menyadari... No matter what... I will always be the apple of Father's heart.&lt;br /&gt;Lewat puasa gw... Tuhan memulihkan persahabatan gw dengan sahabat gw... bukan cuma gw, tapi dengan suami gw juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a huge blessing.&lt;br /&gt;Menemukan bahwa penderitaan gw yang hanya sedikit dibandingkan penderitaanNYA, membawa berkat yang luar biasa besarnya bagi kehidupan gw.&lt;br /&gt;DIA memang tidak dapat melakukan yang lain selain memberi dan mengasihi, dan kesetiaanNYA itulah yang memenangkan hati gw waktu demi waktu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-6297372778150318135?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6297372778150318135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=6297372778150318135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6297372778150318135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6297372778150318135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/arti-puasa.html' title='The meaning of my Feast'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_MDHgWg41I/AAAAAAAAAGs/RNiMYBwuj8Y/s72-c/IMG_5187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2647636382976316104</id><published>2008-04-01T21:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:45.435+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>Dari cerita recording The New Springtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_JXegWg4zI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yYeiy3W_oms/s1600-h/rl+springtime+recording.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R_JXegWg4zI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yYeiy3W_oms/s320/rl+springtime+recording.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184302302648918834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini ceritanya lagi korek2 foto... eh ada foto kita berdua lagi launching album The New Springtime tahun 2006 lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recording itu adalah salah satu great blessing buat pernikahan kami.&lt;br /&gt;Liat mukanya riko... suami gw itu emang selalu banyak gayanya kl di foto. Terutama permainan 'mimik' mukanya...&lt;br /&gt;Ngga ada yang bener.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's why I love him so much...&lt;br /&gt;waktu kesel pengen marah... kadang suka ngga jadi... yang ada jadi dongkol ajeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honey darling sweety teddy bear... kapan kita bikin album berdua...? and you sing your song "lovely lia" for me...? hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dasar cewek... sukanya di puji-puji... 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Health and Medical'/><title type='text'>From Heart Sinking to Heart Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="contentmain"&gt; &lt;i&gt;What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.&lt;/i&gt; -   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mommd.com/letyourheart.shtml#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#b00000;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#b00000;"  &gt;Ralph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#b00000;"  &gt;Waldo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#b00000;"  &gt;Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;Sometimes you have to stop and listen to that voice deep inside telling you something very important. Is it telling you what you yearn for, or you wish you hadn’t given up on?&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear what it says above the roar of your day to day cacophony? Would you like to open your heart to living a life you really want?&lt;br /&gt;Which door did you close when you opened the one to became a doctor? What would you find if you opened it again?&lt;br /&gt;Is your life too routine, too busy and too stressful?&lt;br /&gt;Are you engulfed in the day to day overwhelm of general practice? If you continue along the same path what will you regret if or when you reach the age of ninety five?&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten what it’s like to have fun, to have laugh?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.&lt;/i&gt; - Michael Pritchard&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;Do you want to do something wild and wonderful? Is your answer a ‘don’t be so silly’ or ‘what would people think of me’? Would you love to revisit hobbies, play music, sing, walk, jog, paint, write, dance or photograph or whatever, but believe you don’t have  the time?&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to get that almost forgotten buzz again from doing something really exciting? How about trusting your instinct, your inner voice, which urges you to give something a try? You may say ‘….what if I fail?….what if they think I’m crazy…? Have you tried reassuring yourself with a ‘never mind that…at least I had a go!’&lt;br /&gt;Whose life are you living?  Are you sure? Who sets the agenda you follow? How can you change?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bluehead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Daydream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To accomplish great things, we must dream as well as act. &lt;/i&gt;- Anatole France (1844 - 1924)&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes. Imagine being  at one with the universe, at ease, happy, fulfilled, relaxed.  Who are you? What are you doing? Where are you? How do you feel? What’s different?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="bluehead"&gt;2. Listen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;What gives you, an extra-ordinary sense of excitement, a buzz, an awareness of ‘this is what life is about’? That you need more of, again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To find the universal elements enough; to find the air and water exhilarating; to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter ... to be thrilled by the stars at night; to be elated over a bird's nest or wildflower in spring - these are some of the rewards of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.mommd.com/letyourheart.shtml#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#b00000;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#b00000;"  &gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#b00000;"  &gt;simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:#b00000;"  &gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; - John Burroughs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bluehead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Believe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;Has your life as a doctor tended to have suppressed your natural creativity? Is it the right time now to allow your imagination to run free? What beliefs about yourself or the ‘system’ stop you having a fabulous life? Are you scared of what others might say or think? Is that the way you want to live? You can’t predict how the other person will react if you behave differently. They, like you, have a choice. You may even be their inspiration if you start to ‘walk your talk.’ If you actually do what you’ve been thinking or talking about for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Change your thoughts and you change your world.&lt;/i&gt;- Norman Vincent Peale &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="bluehead"&gt;4. Do it your way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt; &lt;i&gt;To live a creative life, we must lose our fear of being wrong.&lt;/i&gt;- Joseph Chilton Pearce&lt;br /&gt;Has the time come to put yourself first for a change? To ‘feel the fear and do it anyway’? Is now your opportunity to have what you want in your life?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="bluehead"&gt;5. Get  out of your rut&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;Find a rope to haul yourself out of your hole, and seek whatever support and encouragement you need to change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not that some people have willpower and some don't. It's that some people are ready to change and others are not. &lt;/i&gt; - &lt;a id="KonaLink3" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.mommd.com/letyourheart.shtml#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;James &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; M.D.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bluehead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Keep going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;Your decision and enthusiasm to make a change will give you some momentum. Decide your goal. Be pro-active. Work out the steps to get there and you’ll be well on the way. Keep going and you will get to where you want to go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bluehead"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.  Hold on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;Julia Cameron recommends two wonderful ‘tools’ to keep you on track. She recommends ‘Morning pages,’ which are ‘flow of consciousness’ writing about what’s happening and your reaction to the changes you’re making. Secondly, arrange to take yourself on an ‘Artist’s date’ each week. Make a commitment to do something, on your own just for you. This could be, for example, an outing, a walk, or sitting quietly in the garden. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="bluehead"&gt;8. Take action&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A &lt;a id="KonaLink4" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.mommd.com/letyourheart.shtml#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;color:#b00000;"   &gt;journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of a thousand miles begins with a single step. &lt;/i&gt;- Confucius&lt;br /&gt;If you really want more joy and happiness then truly believe in yourself and know that you have the power to create the life you want. Stop waiting for others to do things differently. You can change your life yourself . But you have to do something. You have to take the first step, however small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself. &lt;/i&gt; - Andy Warhol (1928 - 1987) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="bluehead"&gt;9. Keep going&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;Do I hear you murmuring ‘been there, done that, started a load of projects but can’t stick at anything’? What can keep you going? Will you use your diary, a computer programme, charts to tick? Who can be there for you? Someone who will encourage you to do what you want and give you positive encouragement? Your partner, friend, relation, mentor or coach? Someone to travel along this bit of your life’s journey with you for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. &lt;/i&gt; - &lt;a id="KonaLink5" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.mommd.com/letyourheart.shtml#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;color:#b00000;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;color:#b00000;"   &gt;Henry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;color:#b00000;"   &gt;David &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;color:#b00000;"   &gt;Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1817 - 1862)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="bluehead"&gt;10. Celebrate&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="contentmain"&gt;What will you do when you are on the top of your world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I celebrate myself, and sing myself. &lt;/i&gt; - Walt Whitman, Song of Myself, 1855&lt;/p&gt;   Susan E. Kersley, Life Coach, Retired Doctor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-6042629242539098979?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6042629242539098979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=6042629242539098979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6042629242539098979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6042629242539098979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-heart-sinking-to-heart-singing.html' title='From Heart Sinking to Heart Singing'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-5678966207705417329</id><published>2008-04-01T15:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:59:15.175+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world... Health and Medical'/><title type='text'>Still A Privilege to be A Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seseorang (ngga tahu siapa) menulis tulisan di bawah ini tentang pekerjaannya (atau statusnya) sebagai dokter... Emang bener... it is a privilage to be a doctor...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not immune to the  hassles and hardships of practice, this physician&lt;br /&gt;tells why he experiences the joy of medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years ago, when I was barely out of medical school, I attended a&lt;br /&gt;conference and found myself seated at a table with far more experienced&lt;br /&gt;physicians. As usual when seasoned doctors converge, the complaining-&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;about&lt;br /&gt;managed care, malpractice, unfair reimbursement, lack of respect-quickly&lt;br /&gt;began.&lt;br /&gt;I kept quiet, until an older doctor turned to me and asked what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted to say was: "What a great job we have! We help people, we make&lt;br /&gt;a difference, and we make a fine living." Not wanting to sound like a&lt;br /&gt;Pollyanna, I simply replied, "I think the positive aspects of being a doctor&lt;br /&gt;outweigh everything else." But even this response brought stares of disdain.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I thought to myself, there are real challenges. But even so, these&lt;br /&gt;guys could use an attitude adjustment-and an "injection of wonder."&lt;br /&gt;Much more than  mundane&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I've remembered that phrase. It's become an approach that's&lt;br /&gt;helped me throughout my professional career.&lt;br /&gt;As a doctor, I've experienced life's extremes. I've felt life enter the&lt;br /&gt;world in my hands as a child was born, and felt life leave the world under&lt;br /&gt;my hands while performing CPR on a patient who didn't make it. But, like&lt;br /&gt;most doctors, my day-to-day routines are not so dramatic. In my pediatric&lt;br /&gt;practice, most of my time is spent on mundane problems-kids' colds, worried&lt;br /&gt;parents, ear infections, strep throat. Same old, same old.&lt;br /&gt;But wait. Everyday routines can hide everyday wonders.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's in Room 3, with a positive rapid strep. It doesn't get more&lt;br /&gt;commonplace than that. Then, with a sense of wonder, I remember: A century&lt;br /&gt;ago, rheumatic fever complications from strep were the No. 1 cause of death&lt;br /&gt;in school-age children. Now, we hardly see rheumatic fever in this country;&lt;br /&gt;a few generations ago, Ashley may have  been one of the victims. As I write&lt;br /&gt;out yet another prescription for amoxicillin, I think maybe I just saved a&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's in Room 6. Routine immunizations, which I've already given 20 times&lt;br /&gt;today. Then, a quick thought: During the first half of the 20th century,&lt;br /&gt;polio killed tens of thousands of people, and crippled tens of thousands&lt;br /&gt;more. Since the development of polio vaccines like the one I'm about to&lt;br /&gt;administer, polio has been eradicated from this country and is close to&lt;br /&gt;elimination in the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;When I pause and really think about what our profession has accomplished,&lt;br /&gt;the sense of wonder rushes in. Since the mid-1800s, life expectancy in much&lt;br /&gt;of the world has doubled. It's as if modern medicine and public health have&lt;br /&gt;given each of us a second lifetime. Who among us doesn't have a relative who&lt;br /&gt;was saved by modern science-heart bypass surgery, perhaps, breast cancer&lt;br /&gt;treatment, or a C-section? My role may be small,  but it still feels good to&lt;br /&gt;be a part of such a positive change.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your specialty, the same approach can be applied. Removing a&lt;br /&gt;mole isn't just a minor procedure-it can be a life-saver. That&lt;br /&gt;antidepressant order isn't just a simple script, it's a contribution to&lt;br /&gt;human happiness. An insulin dose adjustment may seem like nothing much, but&lt;br /&gt;more than 15 million people living with diabetes would have died at an&lt;br /&gt;earlier age were it not for insulin.&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it's not always easy to think this way, especially when results are&lt;br /&gt;slow and I'm striving, as most physicians are, to run a business and deal&lt;br /&gt;with a litany of practice management problems. It helps me to remember that&lt;br /&gt;it's not just the success of my practice or my day-to-day efficiency, but my&lt;br /&gt;patients' health that's at stake. And wonder-a sense that's reawakened by&lt;br /&gt;stepping back and taking a second or two now and again to look at the big&lt;br /&gt;picture-helps to balance my  perspective.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of that lunch so many years ago, one of the skeptics said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"We'll see what you say in 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe, but it's been almost 20 years, and I still feel the same&lt;br /&gt;way. Being a doctor can be a hassle. But it's still a joy and a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;[ME]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-5678966207705417329?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5678966207705417329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=5678966207705417329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5678966207705417329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5678966207705417329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-privilege-to-be-doctor.html' title='Still A Privilege to be A Doctor'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-968091690829821288</id><published>2008-03-26T21:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:45.644+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure... (dedicated to my 'treasure')</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-pgkwWg4tI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lm_04QNyXo4/s1600-h/IMG_9739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-pgkwWg4tI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lm_04QNyXo4/s320/IMG_9739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182060505814065874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sebuah pepatah Yahudi mengatakan "Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure."&lt;br /&gt;Yes... saya setuju dengan pepatah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertahun-tahun lalu di pertengahan masa perkuliahan, saya bersahabat dengan seseorang. Sebut saja ia bernama  'Treasure'.&lt;br /&gt;Seumur hidup saya, saya selalu dikelilingi teman wanita. Tapi belum pernah saya merasa sedekat itu dengan seorang teman wanita.&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingat... awal persahabatan kami terjadi krn perbincangan saat Treasure menceritakan kisah putusnya dia dengan mantannya. Kekasih pertamanya, yang membuat dia begitu terluka.&lt;br /&gt;Sejak itu kami berdua hampir selalu bersama. Aktif dalam kegiatan kerohanian, selain ketemu di kampus dan menghabiskan waklu luang bersama.&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama setelah itu giliran saya dalam proses putus dengan mantan tunangan saya. Dan saat itu... Treasure yang banyak membela saya di depan mantan saya, Treasure yang banyak disalahkan, dan Treasure ada di saat saya begitu bimbang akan banyak hal dalam hubungan saya waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu Treasure juga sedang dalam masa pergumulan hidupnya. Dan tidak ada yang lebih indah dari kenangan membuat rekaman nyanyi bersama (krn kita berdua sama2 hobby nyanyi), mual dan muntah sama-sama, gila ngutak-utik email sama2 (krn waktu itu para lelaki kami ada di luar Jakarta), ngobrol di telpon sampai subuh, dan mempunyai mimpi2 yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya tidak pernah ada tawa yang selepas waktu-waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu berlalu... dan berbagai kejadian menghampiri hidup kami.&lt;br /&gt;Luka demi luka terjadi, rasanya tak tertahankan. Dan persahabatan kamipun dilanda prahara (duuuhhh... bahasanya... hehehe... jadul bener :-p)&lt;br /&gt;Berbagai kesalah-pahaman terjadi... merenggangkan hubungan kami. Apalagi setelah Treasure menikah dengan pria pilihannya. Sayangnya, saya tidak merasa 'secure' menyerahkan sahabat saya dalam tanggung jawabnya untuk selama-lamanya.&lt;br /&gt;Dan tahun-tahun itu adlah tahun-tahun di mana saya begitu terluka, dan kehilangan Treasure. Saya tidak lagi percaya kepada persahabatan. Tahun-tahun itu saya sering bermimpi tentang dia, saya menangis waktu salah satu mimpi kami yaitu bikin album rekaman bersama akhirnya terwujud, tetapi dia tidak ada bersama saya untuk bernyanyi bersama dalam album itu.&lt;br /&gt;Saya ingat pulang dari studio malam itu, saya nangis sejadi-jadinya di kamar mandi (krn takut ketahuan suami saya hehehe...) mengingat rekaman main-mainan kami yang pertama dan sekarang kembali saya bernyanyi... tanpa Treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Tuhan ku adalah Tuhan yang mendengar. Allahku adalah Allah yang memperhatikan.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismas lalu ada sebuah sms dari Treasure, yang ngga saya sangka-sangka... dan sms itu kembali menyatukan kami dalam kegiatan bersama lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya bersyukur... bahwa doa saya diperhatikan Tuhan. Saya tidak pernah berdoa meminta kami bisa kembali seperti dulu. Doa saya hanya memohon agar Tuhan menjaga Treasure melewati semua yang terjadi dalam hidupnya... saya berharap dia selalu happy dan tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi Tuhan memberi lebih...&lt;br /&gt;Saya melihat Treasure menjadi seseorang yang lebih bijaksana hari ini. Dia melewati berbagai penderitaan... dan dia bertahan sampai hari ini. Hhhhmmm... that's my girl!!! hehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;Rahmat Tuhan tercurah penuh atas hidupnya. Dan Tangan Tuhan tidak pernah meninggalkan dia sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Saya banyak membuat kesalahan terhadap dia, dan dia menerima saya kembali sebagai sahabatnya.&lt;br /&gt;Di masa paskah ini, pemulihan persahabatan kami, menjadi salah satu bagian pemulihan hubungan saya dengan Tuhan juga. Kalau dia saya bisa mengampuni segala kesalahan saya... apalagi Tuhan Allah di surga...!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dear Treasure... thanks for everything we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;We may going through different ways these past few years. But what we have today, is the meaning of friendship. Excepting one another just the way we are and celebrating our presence each other.&lt;br /&gt;Love you sist... and May the Good Lord always bless our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;My pray for you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dedicated to Treasure...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-968091690829821288?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/968091690829821288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=968091690829821288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/968091690829821288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/968091690829821288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-finds-faithful-friend-finds.html' title='Who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure... (dedicated to my &apos;treasure&apos;)'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-pgkwWg4tI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Lm_04QNyXo4/s72-c/IMG_9739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-3077391881630425720</id><published>2008-03-24T22:01:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:45.849+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><title type='text'>Aduh enaknya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-pqPQWg4xI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1B6POSOrUGI/s1600-h/starbucks-caramel-macchiato.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-pqPQWg4xI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1B6POSOrUGI/s200/starbucks-caramel-macchiato.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182071131563156242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy srupppp srupppp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah 40 hari tidak menyentuh nasi, 15 hari tidak menyentuh daging, kopi... dan 9 hari berusaha hanya memakan sayur-sayuran... kemarin hari pembebasan tiba.&lt;br /&gt;Paskah benar-benar membebaskan ku dari dosa, maut... dan terutama... kembali menikmati kenikmatan duniawi.. KOPI dan BABI! haleluya... hehehhe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keinget kmrn ngumpul di Starbucks dan minum Caramel Macchiato... rasanya... ngga ada yang senikmat itu. Sampe sempet bengong sebentar menikmati after taste kopi di mulut gw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh ini tulisan ngga berkualitas banget yaaa...! cuma ngomongin babi dan kopi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniweiiii... happy easter semuanya hehehehe :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-3077391881630425720?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3077391881630425720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=3077391881630425720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3077391881630425720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3077391881630425720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/aduh-enaknya.html' title='Aduh enaknya...'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-pqPQWg4xI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1B6POSOrUGI/s72-c/starbucks-caramel-macchiato.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-1196833748062368379</id><published>2008-03-23T11:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:46.079+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world... Health and Medical'/><title type='text'>A NEW APPROACH to ALLERGY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-XdhgWg4lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GsyCm4hl-nI/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-XdhgWg4lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GsyCm4hl-nI/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180790514049409618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A NEW APPROACH to ALLERGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kata Alergi belakangan sudah menjadi kata-kata milik awam, bukan lagi sebuah kata yang hanya dikenal di dunia kedokteran. Ini disebabkan karena penyakit alergi sekarang sudah menjadi masalah dunia. Alergi sendiri adalah kegagalan fungsi imunitas/kekebalan tubuh di mana seseorang mengalami sensitifitas berlebihan terhadap satu bahan/ zat tertentu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;WHO (World Health Organization) dan WAO (World Allergy Organization) berupaya mengatasi masalah alergi yang prevalensinya mencapai 40% di beberapa negara maju. Penelitian di berbagai tempat di Indonesia sendiri menunjukkan prevalensi yang tidak rendah, bahkan menunjukkan peningkatan di beberapa daerah dengan tingkat polusi, stress, gaya hidup yang lebih tinggi dibandingkan daerah lainnya. Gejala asma di Pulau Jawa dan Bali berkisar 4,3-7,5%, gejala rhinitis (pilek berkepanjangan) 15-22%, serta dermatitis atopic (eczema) 3-4%. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Dunia kedokteran selama ini telah melakukan berbagai macam pendekatan terapi, seperti edukasi untuk menghindarkan pasien dari penyebab timbulnya alergi tersebut, pemberian obat-obatan seperti antihistamin, dekongestan, kortikosteroid. Dan pendekatan terbaru yang dilakukan di pengobatan alergi adalah Imunoterapi, yaitu dengan memasukan allergen ke dalam tubuh pasien dengan harapan tubuh pasien membentuk pertahanan tubuh terhadapa allergen tersebut. Tetapi sampai saat ini belum ditemukan obat yang mengatasi masalah sampai ke akar masalahnya, tetapi hanya berdasarkan gejala yang timbul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu pendekatan lain yang dilakukan adalah penanganan dengan metode Biofisika. Dalam ilmu biofisika, setiap substansi terdiri dari energy dan menghasilkan energy. Termasuk juga tubuh manusia. Energi yang dikeluarkan adalah dalam bentuk gelombang dan mempunyai panjang gelombang yang berbeda dan spesifik. Tubuh manusia mempunyai gelombang yang spesifik dan mempunyai 1 spektrum gelombang individual yang normal dan dapat dideteksi. Adanya benda asing dalam tubuh yang juga mengeluarkan gelombang lain yang juga spesifik akan mengganggu pola normal tubuh sehingga menimbulkan gangguan pada sel tubuh untuk berfungsi secara normal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terapi ini mampu mengeliminasi gelombang abnormal dari benda asing/allergen dan mengalirkan gelombang normal tubuh sehingga akhirnya menghilangkan sensitivitas yang berlebihan terhadap allergen tesebut. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Metode ini berangkat dari teori fisika quatum yang ditemukan oleh Einstein (dari pengembangan rumus E=MC&lt;sup&gt;2)&lt;/sup&gt;, dan kemudian dikembangkan di Jerman oleh seorang dokter Jerman bernama Franz Morrel pada tahun 1977. Hans Brugemann dari Regumed Institute (Regumed=Regulatory Medicine) kemudian mempopulerkan konsep terapi ini dengan nama terapi Bioresonansi di pertengahan  tahun 1980an.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Metode ini sudah digunakan di lebih dari 54 negara termasuk Indonesia. Banyak uji klinis yang telah dilakukan untuk membuktikan efektifitas dari terapi ini. Dan hasil uji klinis menunjukkan keberhasilan terapi metode biofisika ini mencapai 85-97%.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terapi Bioresonansi masuk ke Indonesia sekitar  tahun 1996, dibawa oleh pioneer terapi Bioresonansi di Indonesia yaitu DR.Dr.Aris Wibudi, SpPD. Terapi ini mempunyai kelebihan: Efektif mengatasi akar masalah, Non invasife/ tanpa rasa sakit, Aman tanpa efek samping, Untuk segala usia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Penelitian lain membuktikan selain untuk alergi (asma, berbagai alergi makanan, neurodermatitis), terapi ini juga dapat membantu mengatasi beberapa masalah seperti: nyeri, migraine, Anti Smoking Therapy, dan rheumatic. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mengatasi masalah anda, hubungi kami:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;BIO E CARE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jl. Pluit Karang Cantik blok Y3T no.18 (Lantai 2)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone: 021.92587989&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:withcaregroup@yahoo.com"&gt;withcaregroup@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam buka: Senin sd.Jumat 09.00-21.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;                     Sabtu 09.00-15.00&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;(dr.Lia Brasali Ariefano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-1196833748062368379?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1196833748062368379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=1196833748062368379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1196833748062368379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1196833748062368379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-approach-to-allergy.html' title='A NEW APPROACH to ALLERGY'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-XdhgWg4lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/GsyCm4hl-nI/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-5849705351597847744</id><published>2008-03-17T15:16:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:46.294+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>This is the Most Graceful Time of The Year…!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-pu7gWg4yI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7WizG2JvLCM/s1600-h/duri+and+cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-pu7gWg4yI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7WizG2JvLCM/s320/duri+and+cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182076289818878754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Kita diberkati dengan 52minggu dalam 1 tahun. Dan semua hari, semua minggu adalah baik di mata Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada saat-saat tertentu, seperti saat ini… minggu ini,&lt;br /&gt;Saat daun palma dilambai-lambaikan mengiringi Yesus yang masuk ke Yerusalem dengan segala kemuliaanNya.&lt;br /&gt;Saat kaki kotor orang-orang terkasih Tuhan dibasuh dengan penuh kasih dan pengampunan.&lt;br /&gt;Saat tanganNya terbentang diantara langit dan bumi, dengan darah yang berlumuran di seluruh badanNya&lt;br /&gt;Saat Ia berjuang sendirian berperang melawan kegelapan untuk SETIAP jiwa yang dikasihiNya.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(112, 48, 160);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the Most Graceful Time of the Year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Kemarin saya bersama suami mengikuti misa Minggu Palma di paroki kami. Maksudnya mau nyari misa mudah karena kami berpikir tidak mungkin ada perarakan di gereja kami yang tidak terlalu besar itu, eehhh… malah kedapatan misa dengan perarakan… Puji Tuhan hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kami bersama-sama ‘berarak-arakan’ bersama dengan ratusan umat yang juga hadir hari itu. Setiap langkah saya… biarpun saat itu saya merasa seperti orang bodoh yang berjalan beriring-iringan tanpa lagu sambil memutari lapangan parkir yang penuh dengan mobil, saya hampir meneteskan air mata…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Melihat seluruh umat Katolik yang berjalan bersama saya, yang mungkin juga merasakan hal yang sama dengan saya.. berasa bodoh, kepanasan, dan berpikir,”Ngapain gw kayak begini…?”&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mereka dengan setianya taat dan menjalani semuanya. Apapun yang ada dipikiran mereka, apapun yang mereka lakukan saat berjalan… tetapi mereka berjalan mengiringi Yesus memasuki ‘kota Yerusalem’. Kasih dan rahmat Tuhan yang mengalir melalui gerejaNya di dunia ini menyatukan manusia dari berbagai latar belakang, suku dan bahasa membawa saya berjalan bersama mereka di hari yang sama, minggu yang sama, dan waktu yang sama. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(112, 48, 160);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes… This is really the most graceful time of the Year…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sejak hari Jumat sebelum Minggu Palma saya berusaha berpantang banyak hal yang menjadi makanan rutinitas saya. Alhasil… di hari pertama badan saya menggigil luar biasa karena ‘sakauw’. Tetapi dari hari ke hari (hari ini sudah memasuki hari ke 4), saya kembali merasakan kedekatan dengan Tuhan yang sudah lama sekali saya ngga rasakan sebelum-sebelumnya. Setiap kali saya sendirian, saya selalu memakai waktu-waktu sempit saya untuk memanjatkan doa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Saya bawa semua yang saya rasakan bersama dengan Kristus minggu ini. Berjalan bersama Dia menapaki hari-hari saat Ia akan begitu menderita. Tapi saya merasa, hari demi hari di minggu ini intensitas cintaNya direnggangkan makin lama makin kuat dalam dalam hati saya. seturut dengan mendekatnya hari penderitaan Yesus di atas kayu salib, di mana kasihNya dinyatakan sebesar-besarnya untuk umat manusia… untuk saya, dan untuk kita semua.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;So… Yes….&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This really really the most graceful time of the Year…!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sering kali kita melewati hari-hari kita tanpa makna. Semua berlalu begitu saja, seolah waktu menjadi santapan rutinitas kita sehari-hari. Dan banyak hal berlalu begitu saja tanpa kita sadar, apa pengaruhnya dalam kehidupan kita. Kadang luka tergores, kepahitan mulai berakar, ketida percayaan bertumbuh dan saat itu terjadi… kita menjauh dari Dia… sang kasih mula-mula.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Ini saat nya kita bersama memberanikan diri… untuk mendekat kepadaNya, memanggil namaNya, dan percaya tidak ada satupun penderitaan, air mata, kelelahan, pergumulan, dan luka kita sia-sia bila kita satukan dengan penderitaanNya di atas kayu salib. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Percaya… bahwa tidak ada yang terlalu besar bagiNya untuk Ia bereskan, Ia sembuhkan, dan Ia pulihkan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Percaya… bahwa Ia Sang Pencipta kehidupan kita, yang memberikan hidup ini, akan bertanggung-jawag atas kehidupanNya yang diberikan kepada kita, bila kita mengijinkannya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Percaya… bahwa tidak ada dosa yang terlalu merah untuk Ia kembalikan putih seperti salju.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Dan di hari ke 3 Ia bangkit dari kuburNya, menghalau kegelapan dan dosa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Saat itu kemenangan datang, dan harapan menjadi nyata.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Selalu ada hari esok dalam kehidupan kita bersama Yesus. Bahkan disaat kematian seakan membuat semuanya seperti berakhir. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Tetapi Allahku… Allah anda dan saya… adalah Allah yang hidup.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Ia hidup atas hati saya, Ia berkarya dan menyelamatkan hidup saya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Ia memulihkan hati saya dan selalu memberikan cinta dan pengharapan atas hidup saya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Seperti ia selalu menghibur saya dan setia di kehidupan saya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Allah yang sama juga berkarya dan hidup atas hidupmu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(112, 48, 160); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because This is the Most Graceful Time of The Year…!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(112, 48, 160);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;(last week of the lent 2008)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: normal;"&gt;Lia B. Ariefano&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-5849705351597847744?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5849705351597847744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=5849705351597847744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5849705351597847744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5849705351597847744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-most-graceful-time-of-year.html' title='This is the Most Graceful Time of The Year…!!!'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R-pu7gWg4yI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7WizG2JvLCM/s72-c/duri+and+cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-992884341588908855</id><published>2008-02-20T03:16:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:46.453+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>The Zugspitze of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R7s-YBJpqaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tsbw6y7PMWI/s1600-h/IMG_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R7s-YBJpqaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tsbw6y7PMWI/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168793579684473250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... it's really a blessing for me...&lt;br /&gt;10 hari training di jerman buat belajar, melihat, dan menyadari banyak hal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngga ada satupun dalam kehidupan kita terjadi, tanpa sebuah tujuan.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu semua hanya bisa terjadi kalau kita terus menggantungkan harapan dan impian setinggi-tingginya dan terus percaya.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu salah satu keinginan gw adalah bisa sekolah di luar negeri... dulu sebelum masuk kedokteran gw ud sempet urus-urus dan les bahasa segala buat mempersiapkan kalau-kalau orang tua gw mengijinkan gw buat belajar ke luar.&lt;br /&gt;tapi banyak hal terjadi... yang menyebabkan akhirnya gw memutuskan buat ambil kedokteran di Atmajaya.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Dan gw ngga pernah menyesali keputusan itu juga sih.&lt;br /&gt;Dari waktu ke waktu gw belajar tidak ada satupun yang terjadi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bahkan yang terburuk sekalipun, bila kita gantungkan pada belas kasihan Tuhan... yang tidak mendatangkan kebaikan bagi orang-orang yang mau terus berharap kepadaNya.&lt;br /&gt;tahun demi tahun... dengan semua yang telah terjadi... bahkan gw ud selesai jadi dokter... siapa yang ngira... gw bisa ke Jerman dan ambil kursus di sana.&lt;br /&gt;Segala hal terjadi...  mungkin ngga sesuai tepat seperti yang kita inginkan... tapi... buat gw itu ud ngga penting lagi sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Krn banyak hal terjadi.. (bukan cuma hal kursus ini), orang-orang yang gw kenal dan gw ngga sangka-sangka, setiap kebetulan yang mgkn tidak terpikirkan... dengan sekejab bisa menjadi berkat buat gw... dan gw percaya itu juga berlaku buat setiap orang yang selalu percaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zugspitze adalah gunung tertinggi di Jerman. Tingginya 2962mtr. Dari bawah tidak terlihat dan tidak dapat kita sangka apa yang ada di atas sana. Berharap pun agak sulit untuk bisa mencapai ke atas sana.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi harapan orang-orang yang ada sebelum gw... yang merintis semua alat transportasi ke sana, bertemu dengan harapan gw... yang ingin menginjakkan kaki di gunung bersalju... akhirnya membuat satu impian jadi kenyataan.&lt;br /&gt;Yes... kadang hati kita dipenuhi oleh mimpi2 setinggi Zugspitze, bahkan lebih tinggi lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi percayalah satu hal... tidak ada gunung yang tidak dapat didaki, apalagi bila kita jalani bersama dengan pencipta gunung tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;And there I was...  at the 'real' Zugspitze... and I believe in one thing...&lt;br /&gt;that every other Zugspitze in my heart will be climbed soon...&lt;br /&gt;with God as my light and  strength,&lt;br /&gt;with love of everyone around me as my warmer (bener ngga sih... mksd gw penghangat gitu hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;with a hard work as a tool to reach the top of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;and the most important thing... with never ending hope and believe that everything I dream will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... the zugspitze of my heart just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;His time, His mercy, and His faithfulness to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-992884341588908855?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/992884341588908855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=992884341588908855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/992884341588908855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/992884341588908855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/zugspitze-of-my-heart.html' title='The Zugspitze of my heart'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R7s-YBJpqaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tsbw6y7PMWI/s72-c/IMG_0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-4279956061412555722</id><published>2007-12-08T08:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:46.757+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><title type='text'>what an exiting year we will have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R1n3nqNQ0mI/AAAAAAAAADs/aCb2hXnkvUM/s1600-h/IMG_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R1n3nqNQ0mI/AAAAAAAAADs/aCb2hXnkvUM/s400/IMG_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141412710337008226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu berlalu begitu cepat...&lt;br /&gt;dan kmrn di klinik, kita ud siap-siap pasang pohon Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi setiap tahun memberikan warna baru dalam kehidupan kita, khususnya kehidupan gw.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ingat-ingat menjelang Natal tahun lalu, rasanya semua begitu tenang dan ngga terpikir, tahun ini banyak sekali hal yang terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ini hadir si Mindy dalam kehidupan kami, yes... she's a dog, tapi she really make my day!&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ini banyak usaha sendiri dimulai, khususnya buat riko yang selalu pengen punya usaha sendiri, rasanya ini tanda setia Tuhan juga buat dia.&lt;br /&gt;Dan tahun ini, gw mendapati banyak hal yang gw pikir sudah tidak mungkin terjadi, mimpi-mimpi yang ud gw masukin kotak dan tersimpan baik-baik... perlahan-lahan mulai berani kembali gw buka tali pengikatnya dan membuka kotak kita kembali sambil memilah satu persatu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw membayangkan tahun ke depan... what an exiting year we will have!&lt;br /&gt;Di kala banyak orang bilang tahun depan akan sulit... gw mau bilang ke diri gw... tahun depan akan penuh dengan tantangan yang menarik untuk dijalani dan akan memberikan arti lain dalam kehidupan gw dan riko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-4279956061412555722?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4279956061412555722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=4279956061412555722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4279956061412555722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4279956061412555722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-exiting-year-we-will-have.html' title='what an exiting year we will have!'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R1n3nqNQ0mI/AAAAAAAAADs/aCb2hXnkvUM/s72-c/IMG_0576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-7416264169276292455</id><published>2007-12-05T23:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:46.954+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet mindy'/><title type='text'>HAPPY HOLIDAY... from Mindy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R1bXZmYwzyI/AAAAAAAAADk/wJ92cQtJHkY/s1600-h/xmas+mindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R1bXZmYwzyI/AAAAAAAAADk/wJ92cQtJHkY/s400/xmas+mindy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140532859491110690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-7416264169276292455?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7416264169276292455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=7416264169276292455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7416264169276292455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7416264169276292455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holiday-from-mindy.html' title='HAPPY HOLIDAY... from Mindy!'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/R1bXZmYwzyI/AAAAAAAAADk/wJ92cQtJHkY/s72-c/xmas+mindy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-5036954559766840087</id><published>2007-10-17T11:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:47.376+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>cherish my days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RxcsOm30_UI/AAAAAAAAADc/G4-JH8T2K7Y/s1600-h/lebaran1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RxcsOm30_UI/AAAAAAAAADc/G4-JH8T2K7Y/s400/lebaran1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122611730621726018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I cherish my days.&lt;br /&gt;yes I am greatful with everything I have in my life today...&lt;br /&gt;and I still for many best things happen to me...&lt;br /&gt;I just a matter of time... and every thing good will happen in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can choose many things in my life. And yes... I decided to see it and feel it in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;I choose what I'm gonna be in next 10 years... and I choose to make my life meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Because life is short and full of many possibilities. Good possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my blessing is friend. I am treasuring my days through them also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-5036954559766840087?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5036954559766840087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=5036954559766840087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5036954559766840087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/5036954559766840087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/cherish-my-days.html' title='cherish my days'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RxcsOm30_UI/AAAAAAAAADc/G4-JH8T2K7Y/s72-c/lebaran1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-3897027797217424180</id><published>2007-10-14T11:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:47.597+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet mindy'/><title type='text'>Dog's Purpose... Remembering my late dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RxGXGW30_SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rVo_JsSvPLI/s1600-h/P1010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RxGXGW30_SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rVo_JsSvPLI/s400/P1010006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121040386771713314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Remembering my Dee Dee, Angie, and Nero... they did it so well...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog's Purpose, from a 4-year-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish &lt;span class="EC_GramE"&gt;Wolfhound&lt;/span&gt; named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt Shane might learn something from the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.  Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="EC_GramE"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me.  I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.  He said, 'People are born so that &lt;span class="EC_GramE"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; can learn how to live a good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="EC_GramE"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?'  The four-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Never pass up the  opportunity to go for a joyride.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Take naps.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Stretch before rising.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Run, romp, and play daily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Thrive on attention and let people touch you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-3897027797217424180?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3897027797217424180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=3897027797217424180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3897027797217424180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3897027797217424180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/dogs-purpose-remembering-my-late-dogs.html' title='Dog&apos;s Purpose... Remembering my late dogs'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RxGXGW30_SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rVo_JsSvPLI/s72-c/P1010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-8724712735844257744</id><published>2007-10-12T21:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:50:41.845+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><title type='text'>Keracunan Grey's Anatomy</title><content type='html'>Iya nih... gw lagi keracunan Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;Kmrn dalam waktu 1 mgg gw abisin 4 season nya Grey's Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;Untung gw belum ada buntut, kl ud ada... bisa kagak gw kasih makan anak gw hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Parah nih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduhhh... Patrick Dampsey... yummy deh... hhehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com/gallery/having-a-drink/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com/images/gallery/having-a-drink.jpg" alt="Having a Drink" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-8724712735844257744?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8724712735844257744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=8724712735844257744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8724712735844257744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8724712735844257744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/keracunan-greys-anatomy.html' title='Keracunan Grey&apos;s Anatomy'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2475042545068125746</id><published>2007-08-27T10:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:47.766+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love for others'/><title type='text'>Mother Teresa... Amazing Soul of Hers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RtJIfkavpfI/AAAAAAAAADI/89a1Ho1VXB4/s1600-h/teresayears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103221034953188850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RtJIfkavpfI/AAAAAAAAADI/89a1Ho1VXB4/s400/teresayears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 hari lalu saat sedang makan bersama, suami gw cerita soal tulisan mother teresa yang baru ditemukan dan dimuat di yahoo (untuk lengkapnya please visit: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20070823/wl_time/motherteresascrisisoffaith"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20070823/wl_time/motherteresascrisisoffaith&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada 3 wanita yang sangat berpengaruh mewarnai kehidupan saya... pertama adalah my mom, lalu mother teresa dan yang terakhir... Ms. Oprah Winfrey! hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan tulisan mother teresa yang baru ditemukan ini membuat saya tercengang-cengang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dari seluruh kehidupan pelayanannya yang luar biasa... hampir setengahnya ia menjalaninya tanpa merasakan Tuhan dalam kehidupannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini membuat gw bener2 ngga habis pikir dan bener2 speachless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She didn't feel God for almost half of her life... and yet... she always speaaked about Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hatinya selalu terarah ke Tuhan dan melewati padang gurun yang tak ada habisnya... hanya Yesus yang menjadi kekasih jiwanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan dia.... memancarkan kasihNya kepada orang-orang di sekelilingnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish... I have that grace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish... I bring smile and joy to everyone i meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish... I wish... this simple soul of mine filled with His love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I desire to love you Lord... more and more each day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And walk through my days in the world meaningful to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-2475042545068125746?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2475042545068125746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=2475042545068125746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2475042545068125746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2475042545068125746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/mother-teresa-amazing-soul-of-hers.html' title='Mother Teresa... 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I am delicate, and also very impressionable. If you treat me harshly now, I will grow up learning to fear being hit, spanked, kicked or beat. Instead, please guide me with encouragement and wisdom. For instance, if I am chewing something wrong, say, "No chew!" and hand me a toy I CAN chew. Better yet, pick up ANYTHING that you do not want me to get into. I can't tell the difference between your old sock and your new sock, or an old sneaker and your $200 Nikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am your Puppy, and I will love you until the end of the Earth, but please know a few things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Puppy, this means that my intelligence and capacity for learning are the same as an 8-month-old child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Puppy; I will chew EVERYTHING I can get my teeth on. This is how I explore and learn about the world. Even HUMAN children put things in their mouths. It's up to you to guide me to what is mine to chew and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Puppy; I cannot hold my bladder for longer than 1 - 2 hours. I cannot "feel" that I need to poop until it is actually beginning to come out. I cannot vocalize nor tell you that I need to go, and I cannot have "bladder and bowel control" until 6 - 9 months. Do not punish me if you have not let me out for 3 hours and I tinkle. It is your fault. As a Puppy, it is wise to remember that I NEED to go potty after: eating, sleeping, playing, drinking, and around every 2 - 3 hours in addition. If you want me to sleep through the night, then do not give me water after 7 or 8 p.m. A crate will help me learn to housebreak easier, and will avoid you being mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Puppy, accidents WILL happen, please be patient with me! In time I will learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Puppy, I like to play. I will run around, and chase imaginary monsters, and chase your feet and your toes and 'attack' you, and chase fuzzballs, other pets, and small kids. It is play; it's what I do. Do not be mad at me or expect me to be sedate, mellow and sleep all day. If my high energy level is too much for you, maybe you could consider an older rescue from a shelter or Rescue group. My play is beneficial, use your wisdom to guide me in my play with appropriate toys, and activities like chasing a rolling ball, or gentle tug games, or plenty of chew toys for me. If I nip you too hard, talk to me in "dog talk," by giving a loud YELP, I will usually get the message, as this is how dogs communicate with one another.&lt;br /&gt;If I get too rough, simply ignore me for a few moments, or put me in my crate with an appropriate chew toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Puppy, and I am a creature with feelings and drives much like your own, but yet also very different. Although I am NOT a human in a dog suit, neither am I an unfeeling robot who can instantly obey your every whim. I truly DO want to please you, and be a part of your family, and your life.&lt;br /&gt;You got me (I hope) because you want a loving partner and companion, so do not relegate me to the backyard when I get bigger. Do not judge me harshly but instead mold me with gentleness and guidelines and training into the kind of family member you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Puppy and I am not perfect, and I know you are not perfect either. I love you anyway. So please, learn all you can about training, and puppy behaviors and caring for me from your Veterinarian, books on dog care and even researching on the computer! Learn about my particular breed and it's characteristics, it will give you understanding and insight into WHY I do all the things I do. Please teach me with love, patience, the right way to behave and socialize me with training in a puppy class or obedience class, we will BOTH have a lot of fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Puppy and I want more than anything to love you, to be with you, and to please you. Won't you please take time to understand how I work? We are the same you and I, in that we both feel hunger, pain, thirst, discomfort, fear, but yet we are also very different and must work to understand one another's language, body signals, wants and needs. Someday I will be a handsome dog, hopefully one you can be proud of and one that you will love as much as I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-228735448111958486?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/228735448111958486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=228735448111958486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/228735448111958486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/228735448111958486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-letter-form-my-mindy.html' title='love letter from my Mindy'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rs-67kavpeI/AAAAAAAAADA/toaSPA1ghu4/s72-c/yorkshire-terrier-d20-tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2813812212629938821</id><published>2007-08-20T14:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:48.157+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>the one and only: our wedding photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rsk_KnJ3ICI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ORr0w2K0U2k/s1600-h/Marriage+Katedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100677504515383330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rsk_KnJ3ICI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ORr0w2K0U2k/s320/Marriage+Katedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini mungkin agak aneh buat cerita orang menikah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi percaya atau tidak... kita cuma punya 1 foto pernikahan diantara foto2 yang lain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehhe... lucu juga sih... cuma ini satu2nya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-2813812212629938821?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2813812212629938821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=2813812212629938821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2813812212629938821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2813812212629938821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-and-only-our-wedding-photo.html' title='the one and only: our wedding photo'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rsk_KnJ3ICI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ORr0w2K0U2k/s72-c/Marriage+Katedral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2706584285231596601</id><published>2007-08-20T13:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:48.334+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><title type='text'>A Woman for All Vocations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rsk9B3J3IBI/AAAAAAAAACw/bB2z-OQMiZ4/s1600-h/IMG_4278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100675155168272402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rsk9B3J3IBI/AAAAAAAAACw/bB2z-OQMiZ4/s320/IMG_4278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Donna-Marie Cooper O'Boyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a woman like me aspire to emulate such an amazing woman—the Virgin Mother of God, the first disciple, the matriarch of the Holy Family, and the Mother of the Church? Recalling instances in Mary’s life, we call to mind her gentleness, humility, holiness, perseverance, selflessness, and unwavering faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself this because I know I will never accomplish what our Blessed Mother has, or even come close to her holiness. Yet all women are called to holiness—whether in the sublime role of raising children, as a wife, as a single woman, or as a woman religious. And Mary demonstrates attributes and virtues that all women can emulate, whatever their vocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary’s deep faith was the foundation of her great holiness. Even though Mary was the Mother of God, we should remember that Mary was human like us and prayed to be unwavering in her faith, just as we also are called to do. Mary’s faith is the same gift available to us. We can ask Mary to be a mother to us and guide us closer to her Son, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Faithful Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wanting to imitate Mary’s virtues, we may try to figure out what made her tick. Images from our Catholic tradition and Scripture may come to mind. We may be reminded of Mary as a faithful Jewish girl praying with her people in Palestine for the coming of the Messiah, the fulfillment of God’s promises. Mary was familiar with Isaiah’s words that a virgin would conceive and bear a child called Immanuel—“God with us”—but never imagined that she would be that virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, we find ourselves in situations requiring faith in God, but our humanness causes us to feel inadequate or to fear that we are not faithful enough. When I hemorrhaged at 10 weeks pregnant with my fifth child, I was required to have faith that God’s holy will would be fulfilled, whatever it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor told me that I was miscarrying and conducted an ultrasound to check on the baby. When the ultrasound revealed a tiny baby with a beating heart, I was ordered to stay on complete bed rest and just wait. The doctor added that he wished the miscarriage would hurry up, saving me from further anguish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shuddered at his words and chose to hope instead. I rested and waited and never stopped praying. My four children bustled around me as I did my best to stay still and have faith in whatever it was that God had planned for us. I knew Bl. Teresa of Calcutta at the time, and she instructed me to call upon the Blessed Mother and to wear a Miraculous Medal that she had given me. She reminded me to trust in Our Lord, stay close to Mary, and pray, “Mary, Mother of Jesus, be a mother to me now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prayers were heard, and after a long nine months Mary-Catherine was born! In retrospect, I can understand why Our Lord may have given me another reason to pause during that pregnancy: While I was kept still, I was inspired to write about motherhood. These reflections have since been published. As a busy mother with four children and another on the way, I might never have had a spare moment to sit down to write! Our Lord knew what He was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humble Generosity and Courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that when the angel Gabriel visited Mary with the announcement that she would become Jesus’ mother (Lk. 1:26–39), the humble teenager found it difficult to believe that it was she, a simple girl, who was chosen by God. Taking the blessing to heart, Mary responded with her courageous “yes” to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly afterward, her generous heart sent her on a journey into the hill country, pregnant and “in haste,” to help her cousin Elizabeth, who was much older and also expecting a child (Lk. 1:39). Mary surely prayed and reflected throughout her journey, while the blessedness of Jesus dwelled within her. After Elizabeth’s baby leaped in her womb upon Mary’s arrival, the two women embraced. Elizabeth praised Mary for her great faith, and Mary humbly responded with the words of the Magnificat, glorifying God’s holiness, justice, and mercy, and foretelling that all generations would call her blessed because of the great things the Lord had done in her (Lk. 1:46–55).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we question our own ability to courageously answer God with our “yes” when He bids us to follow Him, we must remember that, as women, we are also blessed with generous and courageous hearts like Mary’s. Graces are available to us to be courageous and to respond with love in all situations within our vocations. Throughout our daily lives, we are presented with many opportunities to put our own needs aside and go “in haste” to help—to help our children, our spouses, our parents, our neighbors, our coworkers, or whomever God has put into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Simplicity of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mary was led on a donkey by her beloved husband, Joseph, in search of a place to give birth and faced only rejection by the innkeepers. Soon afterward, Jesus’ infant cries were comforted at His mother’s breast in a stable. Our King and Savior was born into poverty, resting in a wooden manger of hay—hardly what is expected for a King’s birth! Angels sent simple shepherds to Mary and Joseph to see their holy baby. Mary “kept all these things, pondering them in her heart” (Lk. 2:19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we women face rejection in one form or another, we can pray for the graces we need to continue on, just as Mary did at the inns and later, when she felt the sting of the rejection of her Son by the very people He helped.We can imagine Mary throughout the hidden years, teaching Jesus on her knee in the warmth of their humble home. As Jesus grew, Mary surely encouraged her Son to help Joseph in his carpentry. Mary’s faith deepened in the cenacle of prayer that she fostered in the heart of her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers, too, live through hidden years, raising their families and trying to remain simple. Especially when children are young, mothers may find themselves housebound with the care of the family, children’s illness, or infants too small to go out. Mothers can make their home a “domestic Church,” as Pope John Paul II and Pope Benedict XVI have spoken of, by praying within the home, teaching the children, and thanking God for the blessedness of their families and the opportunities to care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Do whatever he tells you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At the start of Jesus’ public ministry, sympathetic that a bride and groom were without wine, Jesus’ mother told Him, “They have no wine.” While Jesus appeared reluctant to perform His first miracle, saying that His hour had not yet come, Mary confidently told the wine stewards to “do whatever he tells you” (Jn. 2:2–11). Mary’s initiative, intercession, and obedience ultimately nudged on her Son. Thus, the power of a mother’s love brought about Jesus’ first public miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, as mothers, have within reach the tremendous power of prayer. A mother has the ability to influence her children for better or for worse. A faithful mother’s prayers will always be heard by God. In their intercessory role, faithful mothers are forever praying for the welfare of their children, both for those living at home and for those who are grown and may have strayed away from the Church. A mother’s prayers can be just as efficacious as those of our Blessed Mother and have the power to work miracles in human hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Heart of the Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Women can learn from Mary as one who listened to God and allowed the Holy Spirit to inspire and guide her. She gave herself completely to the will of the Father. We learn from Mary that a mother’s prayer is powerful. When we are asked to endure suffering or pain within our vocation, we can turn our thoughts to Mother Mary, who was no stranger to suffering, and ask her assistance and intercession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is difficult to trust in God, we women can meditate on Mary’s faithful trust in Our Lord, drawing strength from her as we pray for guidance from the Holy Spirit. When those of us who are mothers experience the deep joy within our role, we can feel an affinity with someone who has also experienced this deep joy in mothering Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary’s marvelous “yes” to God changed the entire world for all eternity. May all faithful women also courageously answer Our Lord, “Let it be done to me according to your word,” as they strive to live holy lives and raise their families in a cenacle of prayer fostered in their homes, pondering it all deep within their own hearts and setting an example for all women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-2706584285231596601?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2706584285231596601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=2706584285231596601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2706584285231596601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2706584285231596601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/woman-for-all-vocations.html' title='A Woman for All Vocations'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rsk9B3J3IBI/AAAAAAAAACw/bB2z-OQMiZ4/s72-c/IMG_4278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-8162462006401631797</id><published>2007-08-19T16:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:48.556+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>A Promise to Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RsgSn3J3IAI/AAAAAAAAACo/tO5vxvSlmUQ/s1600-h/IMG_3689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100347054026596354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 306px; height: 365px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RsgSn3J3IAI/AAAAAAAAACo/tO5vxvSlmUQ/s320/IMG_3689.JPG" border="0" height="320" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-8162462006401631797?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8162462006401631797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=8162462006401631797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8162462006401631797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8162462006401631797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/promise-to-myself.html' title='A Promise to Myself'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RsgSn3J3IAI/AAAAAAAAACo/tO5vxvSlmUQ/s72-c/IMG_3689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-6324052029282913971</id><published>2007-08-19T16:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:48.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>I feel good... nenonenonenonet... :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RsgOVXJ3H_I/AAAAAAAAACg/W5poPa-CJQM/s1600-h/bali+lia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100342338152505330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RsgOVXJ3H_I/AAAAAAAAACg/W5poPa-CJQM/s320/bali+lia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hihihi... itu adalah alarm handphone gw yang tiap pagi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judulnya emang I feel good,... dan gw berharap itu bisa menstransfer semangat ke gw setiap pagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi alhasil ya nasib... hehehe... lebih banyak gw mematikan itu HP dan kemudian memakai waktu yang tinggal sedikit untuk terus tertidurrr... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... i think segar ngga segar it's about choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gw berasa banyak hari-hari gw yang terlalui dengan keadaan yang negatif dari gw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi bawaannya setiap hari gw malessss terus :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tetapi hari-hari belakangan ini, gw mulai menggiatkan sel-sel otak gw untuk terus dan terus memancarkan energy positif :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebelum tidur... gw banyak membayangkan semua hal yang indah-indah... semua mimpi dan harapan gw... (hihihi... ini gw belajar dari buku The Secret)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan sesaat sebelum bangun dari tempat tidur gw... gw selalu bilang ke diri gw... "everything i need comes to me..!" hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan percaya atau tidak... banyak hal akhir-akhir ini terjadi tanpa di duga2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu memang daya tarik dari semua pikiran positif yang kita pancarkan ke sekeliling kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua yang positif selalu membawa sukacita, and it's really about a choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... setiap pagi... gw berusaha untuk feel good, and I choose to feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karena berpikir positif saja kadang tidak cukup kalau kita tidak merasa positif.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woooooo! I feel good... nenonenonenonet... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-6324052029282913971?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6324052029282913971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=6324052029282913971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6324052029282913971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6324052029282913971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-good-nenonenonenonet.html' title='I feel good... nenonenonenonet... :-)'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RsgOVXJ3H_I/AAAAAAAAACg/W5poPa-CJQM/s72-c/bali+lia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-6552957330854928879</id><published>2007-08-19T16:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T16:20:18.700+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><title type='text'>God's Word for Me: Because I Love Her</title><content type='html'>Because I Love Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her. She is different. She is unique. With love I formed her in her mother's womb. I fashioned her with great joy. I remember that with great pleasure the days I created her. To Me she is beautiful. I made her. I love her smile. I love her ways. I love to hear her laugh and see the silly things she does. She is herself and no one else. This is how I made her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her pretty, but not beautiful. Because I know her heart and I know that she is vain. I want her to search her heart and learn that in Me she would be beautiful. It would be My spirit that would draw people to her. I made her in such a way that she would need Me. I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be, because I want her to turn to Me in her loneliness. I made her dependent, so that she would depend on Me. I know her heart. I know that if I had not made her like this, that she would go her own chosen way and forget about Me, her creator. I have given her many good and happy things because I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen her broken heart, the tears that she cried alone. Many times she has stumbled and fallen because she would not take My hand. She has learned hard lessons because she would not listen to My voice. So many times I have watched her go on her way alone, now she is Mine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her and then I bought her. I paid a high price for her because I love her. I have had to reshape her and remold her, renewing her for My plan. It hasn't been easy for her, or for Me, I want her to be conformed to My image. This goal I have set for her because.....I love her!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-6552957330854928879?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6552957330854928879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=6552957330854928879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6552957330854928879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/6552957330854928879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/gods-word-for-me-because-i-love-her.html' title='God&apos;s Word for Me: Because I Love Her'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-2032336687631412453</id><published>2007-08-19T16:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:09:16.712+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>Love Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Yourself —&lt;br /&gt;Or You Won’t Be Able to Love Anyone ElseYou Cannot Give What You Don’t Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Bo Sanchez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;As a young Christian, I used to believe that we shouldn’t love ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;To me, loving myself was another word for selfishness.And I have an embarrassing experience to prove it. One day, as a 14-year-old kid, I went to confession and said, “Father, I play the guitar for our prayer meeting, but I sometimes feel proud whenever I play the guitar — because I know I play well.”The white-haired priest chuckled, patted me on the shoulder, and said, “Son, a part of that feeling of yours is good, wholesome pride.&lt;br /&gt;That’s important in life. So go ahead and play your guitar, feel good while you play it, and have a sense of pride doing so. Love yourself, son.”I nodded my head but told myself that I would never go to this priest again.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this priest was less spiritually than I was. So he couldn’t understand me — the way some spiritual directors misunderstood mystics. He was not in my league. I belonged to the likes of St. Therese of Lisieux, St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross.Twenty-five years later, I laugh at my arrogance.Today, I’ve grown older — and humbler. (I hope. Because someone told me that if you say you’re humble, you’re not. Gosh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now feel very strongly about this truth: That I cannot love anyone else — not even God — if I don’t love myself. Why? Because I cannot give what I don’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON PROUD PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I've met very few really proud people in my lifetime.Because most of what we call "proud" people are just the exact opposite: They're very insecure people who're so desperate to prove themselves. They brag of their achievements, they boast of their wealth and they act really bossy.But deep within, they're desperate for someone to love them. Because they don't love themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON HYPERCRITICAL PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;Have you met a hypercritical person?I've met a few of them. They love to tear others down.Somehow, they feel they have received a Divine Appointment to tell the world how rotten everyone is. So they'll criticize this person and that person — and you almost feel that he really enjoys throwing rubbish at everyone.Are these people proud?On the contrary, I’ve discovered that these self-appointed critics hate themselves.Subconsciously, they simply project themselves onto others — so they like taking shots at everybody.I repeat my thesis: When you don’t love yourself, you’ll have a difficult time loving others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT HOW YOU VIEW OTHERS&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a clue as to how you view yourself: Check how you view others. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.— Cherie Carter-Scott, Ph.D Your reactions to others say more about you than they do about others.Because every human being you meet is a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that upon meeting a total stranger, you form an impression of that person in the first four minutes of your encounter? You decide in the first four minutes what you like or don’t like. These decisions will be based on facial features, tone of voice, cologne scent and your own past experiences.Your reactions to other people are really just barometers for how you perceive yourself.If you accept that, then every human encounter becomes a gift from God for you to learn about yourself. What you see in others is only a projection of yourself. So learn! What irritates you in that person? Their pride? Their rigidity? Their selfishness? Look deep inside, and you will find the same things in a slightly different form or shape.&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone irritates you, or angers you, or hurts you, ask: What gift is being given to me? This person is a mirror. What is he teaching me about me? One day, I was in a meeting with a man whom I perceived to be disorganized.He didn’t come prepared for our meeting, and there was no forward planning involved, and it was as though nothing much was going to happen.As I continued to judge him, I hit the pause button and searched deep inside: Did I hate my own disorganization? And the answer was a very loud YES!So this irritation I was feeling wasn’t about this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about me — I didn’t like the part of me that was disorganized.Just being aware of these dynamics will help.Let me now try to clarify what it means to love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU WANT TO BE TREATED BY OTHERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day, I was speaking to a group of women.I asked them, “How do you want your husbands to treat you?”Their answers were candid. I wrote them on the board…&lt;br /&gt;• “I want him to be patient with me when I make mistakes.”&lt;br /&gt;• “He should be thoughtful of my needs.”&lt;br /&gt;• “I would like him to give me rest when he sees that I’m tired.”&lt;br /&gt;• “Yes, he should treat me out for a mother’s day off!”&lt;br /&gt;After a barrage of answers like these, I turned the tables around and asked, “Now tell me, my dear women, do you treat yourself in these ways?”Their faces went blank. Finally, one woman asked, “What do you mean?”“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt;, are you patient with yourself when you make mistakes? Or do you endlessly criticize yourself, replaying inyour mind your failure again and again? How many of you are your harshest critic?”I saw a raise of hands.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Second&lt;/em&gt;, are you thoughtful of your own needs? Do you actually know what you need? Or are you always subsuming all your needs for the needs of your children — that you no longer know what you need?”Some women were already holding hankies over their faces.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Third,&lt;/em&gt; do you give yourself rest? Or do you feel guilty when you take a break, feeling as though your own mother were there beside you, telling you to get up and do something?”Many of them nodded.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fourth&lt;/em&gt;, do you give yourself a mother’s day off? Do you actually write it on your calendar and announce to the family that you’ll take it?”I continued,“Mothers are known for recklessly not loving themselves. They act like they’re superheroes, and worse, martyrs. They’ll work and work and work until they feel depressed and die. But mothers, remember that if you don’t value yourself, you’re teaching your kids not to value themselves as well.”Here’s our problem: We like others to treat us well.But do we treat ourselves well?Many of us don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me just share with you a few ways of loving yourself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. BELIEVE IN YOUR WORTH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why do people perform poorly in their finances? Why do people have pathetic, lifeless, boring marriages? Why do people fail in their spiritual life?Why do people have relationship problems?I’ll tell you why. In the past 25 years of helping people, I’ve realized that most of our problems come from one thing.Here it is: We don’t think highly of ourselves.It gets complicated after that.Here’s our problem: We like others to treat us well. But do wetreat ourselves well?Many of us don’t.But that’s the basic problem. Perhaps as little children (or even as babies growing in the womb of our mothers), we received messages from the ultimate authorities of our lives that we’re bad and stupid and failures and unworthy of love.That could have been done verbally.That could have been done through actions — such as when parents abandoned us or if we have been physically abused.These negative messages are powerful, and we carry these beliefs for the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. CHANGE YOUR LABELS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’ve met husbands who have invisible labels hanging from their necks that say, “I’m a lousy husband.”I’ve met wives who carry invisible placards everywhere they go that say, “I’m a terrible mother.”I’ve met hoards and hoards of people who unconsciously hold up a sign that says, “I’m poor and I’ll always be poor no matter what I’ll do.”Gosh. It’s frustrating helping people like these.Because we become the labels we unconsciously carry in our hearts.Unless they themselves change their labels, no great change will happen in their lives.Here’s the truth — and I hope you make them your labels: You’re not perfect — but you’re perfectly loved by God. You’re not complete — but you’re completely loved by God. You’re not whole — but you’re wholly loved by God. And God has made you perfectly, completely, wholly lovable.Here’s my principle: If you want to be successful in life, you’ve got to love yourself the way God loves you.You’ve got to reprogram your negative beliefs about yourself, and replace them with new ones: That you are child of God, that you can do great things, that you are special and wonderful and beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. TAKE CARE OF EVERY AREA OF YOUR LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Respect your body.People who eat unhealthy stuff, who smoke, who drink need to look deep within themselves and ask, “Do I love my body or do I dislike it?”Feed your mind with only the best!People who watch end- less TV every day aren’t loving themselves. People who don’t take time to grow in their intellect through reading and reflection aren’t loving themselves.Nourish your soul.People who don’t prioritize daily prayer, reading Scripture, and partaking of the Sacraments — because they don’t have the time — aren’t loving themselves.Can I make a suggestion? Write a list of 100 ways of loving yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Call it “Love Me” activities. Stuff that will refresh you, bless you, nurture you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’ll give you some items in my list…&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Read a good book&lt;br /&gt;Take a long walk&lt;br /&gt;Have an “alone time” every week&lt;br /&gt;Have a massage&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your favorite music&lt;br /&gt;Have pizza with a friend&lt;br /&gt;Eat fruits for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Have a salad every meal&lt;br /&gt;Pray every morning&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my wife seven times a day&lt;br /&gt;Play with my sons daily And when you start valuing yourself, you’ll begin to realize that it’ll be easier to value others around you.Deep within you is a love tank.You won’t be able to give love if your love tank is empty. Fill up your love tank with love, and then you have something to give. Because you cannot give what you don’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KBo’s Action Steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Do you love yourself? Do you feel yourself worth while? Do you accept yourself for who you are, weaknesses and all? Do you nurture yourself and take care of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;2. List down “Love-Me Activities,” things that you enjoy and have always wanted to do to nurture and care for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you, my dear friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-2032336687631412453?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2032336687631412453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=2032336687631412453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2032336687631412453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/2032336687631412453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-yourself.html' title='Love Yourself'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-7754884762758562491</id><published>2007-08-19T15:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:47:43.924+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womanhood'/><title type='text'>Women... by my beloved JP II</title><content type='html'>Pope John Paul II has majestically portrayed the charism and genius of femininity in his apostolic letter"Mulieris Dignitatem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Holy Father, &lt;strong&gt;the essential components of women are so exemplary as regards the sincere gift of self,&lt;/strong&gt; that this can be compared to the great mystery of the Church as Spouse united to Christ. The Pope underlines the special sensitivity that woman has for man, and, indeed, for everything essentially human, and which is expressed in the natural tendency to especially direct her attention toward some particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's personality, given her tremendous capacity of love, cannot fulfill itself except by giving love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her strength lies precisely in the gift of self, and in the fact that God entrusted man to her. "Thus the 'perfect woman' (Proverbs 31:10) becomes an irreplaceable support and source of spiritual strength for other people, who perceive the great energies of her spirit."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-7754884762758562491?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7754884762758562491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=7754884762758562491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7754884762758562491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/7754884762758562491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/women-by-my-beloved-jp-ii.html' title='Women... by my beloved JP II'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-1442404727989250351</id><published>2007-08-19T15:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:43:58.535+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my world... Health and Medical'/><title type='text'>Understanding Asthma</title><content type='html'>Understanding asthmaThis common disease can claim lives, so control it as early as possible.&lt;br /&gt;By Dr. Sonia J. Silos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine in his mid-30s has had asthma since childhood. He tells me that his attacks since then have been few and far between, but that they come at the most inopportune moments. He says, "It has reminded me of its presence at the worst times: when I am elated, when I exert myself physically or at the tail end of the flu."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, living with asthma is difficult but it doesn't have to be that way. The first step is learning about the disease and how it affects you. This will help you better understand how to treat, manage and, ultimately, control asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is asthma?&lt;br /&gt;Asthma is an inflammatory disease of the lungs and its airways. It affects adults and children alike, but asthma in children is different, explains Dr. Agnes Sebastian-Sanchez, pediatric pulmonologist at the Victor R. Potenciano Medical Center and the Healthway Medical Clinics (both in the Philippines). "Children have smaller airways so the symptoms are exaggerated, particularly in younger kids."&lt;br /&gt;Asthma is a chronic condition characterized by acute attacks. These attacks are caused by hyperreactive airways, which produce increased mucus, then subsequently tighten and narrow, causing airway obstruction. All these bring about the common asthma symptoms of coughing, wheezing, and shortness of breath.&lt;br /&gt;But what exactly causes the airways to hyperreact? There are numerous asthma triggers and each individual has his own particular trigger. Once you identify what sets off your asthma attack, you can begin to avoid or limit your exposure to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Rommel Tipones, adult pulmonologist at the National Kidney and Transplant Institute in the Philippines and the Healthway Medical Clinics, shares these handy tools for controlling asthma triggers.&lt;br /&gt;Quit smoking. Ban smoking inside your home.&lt;br /&gt;Keep furry pets out of your home.&lt;br /&gt;Keep doors and windows closed to control the entry of outdoor allergens. Air-conditioning, although expensive, will help.&lt;br /&gt;Remove stuffed animals, carpeting, curtains, or anything that collects dust, from the bedroom. Cover your mattresses and pillows with airtight covers.&lt;br /&gt;Get a flu shot each year.&lt;br /&gt;These are safe for adults and children over 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs definedAsthma medications can either be inhaled or swallowed (systemic medication). Tipones says inhaled medications are preferred because they deliver the drug direct to the airways, decreasing any side effects that affect the whole body (systemic effects).&lt;br /&gt;Medications are classified into relievers, which help stop attacks once they start, and controllers, which help prevent attacks from starting.&lt;br /&gt;Relievers consist of bronchodilators, which keep the airways open, allowing you to breathe during an attack. Inhaled bronchodilators in the proper dose and frequency are very effective. It is the one medication that every asthmatic should have handy wherever he goes. Inhaled bronchodilators are the medication of choice for exercise-induced asthma and are the only medication that those with mild asthma will ever need.&lt;br /&gt;Systemic bronchodilators, although equally effective, have more associated side effects and so are not frequently used. Side effects include a rapid heartbeat, nausea and vomiting, indigestion, dizziness, irritability and difficulty sleeping. When these occur, tell your doctor immediately.&lt;br /&gt;Controllers are anti-inflammatory medications that reduce the swelling of airways and their mucus production. There are different types, including the ever-popular corticosteroids. These are recommended for daily use and are safe and highly effective for long-term therapy. But remember that they have to be used regularly and consistently for maximum effect.&lt;br /&gt;Inhaled corticosteroids are the most frequently used controller medication, but they require spacer devices to avoid side effects such as throat infections. Systemic steroids are only given for severe, uncontrolled asthma. They are extremely effective but can cause serious side effects with prolonged use. Among the many side effects are weight gain, nausea and vomiting, face puffiness and foot swelling, hyperacidity, growth retardation in kids, early cataracts, delayed wound healing and infections.&lt;br /&gt;As such, avoiding their long-term use whenever possible, especially in children, is prudent.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor's roleYour treatment program will usually be individualized because each person's asthma is different. What works for your friend may not work for you. It is the doctor's role to choose the right medication at the right dose for your particular asthma.&lt;br /&gt;After you have been prescribed asthma medicine, see your doctor even when you feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular checkups can help your doctor ascertain if the medicine is working well for you. "Generally, improvement should be seen within a month of starting treatment," Tipones points out. It is vital for your doctor to know if:&lt;br /&gt;You are taking more than the usual recommended dose.&lt;br /&gt;You have symptoms at night and have trouble sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Your daytime symptoms are increasing.&lt;br /&gt;These things signal that your treatment program is not working, and a change of medication or additional medicine might be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asthma and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, successful asthma management relies heavily on you as the patient. Everyone with asthma has a responsibility to learn everything about the condition.&lt;br /&gt;Know your symptoms and what to do about them. During an attack, knowing the signals that precede it is vital, especially in young children, who usually can't report what they feel. Your job as a parent is to spot those early signs to ward off a severe attack. Be alert for cough especially at night, noisy, irregular breathing, wheezing, flaring nostrils and pursed-lip breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Learn about your medication and how it works. Inhaled bronchodilators relieve symptoms quickly. They take effect within five to 10 minutes, when symptoms should start abating. The earlier treatment is given, the less medicine you'll need to control the attack. It is best to give treatment within five minutes of an attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover what your triggers are and work hard to avoid or control them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete control of all your triggers is impossible, but you can decrease the frequency and severity of attacks. For instance, those with exercise-induced asthma need not curb their sports activities; they may be advised to take medication instead before engaging in strenuous activity.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming has long been touted as the best exercise for asthmatics. Sebastian-Sanchez says, "Children can benefit from swimming because it teaches proper breathing techniques and there are less environmental triggers associated with it."&lt;br /&gt;Take your med exactly as prescribed, even when you feel well. With controller medicine, the effects are not evident immediately. It takes a few weeks for them to work. For this reason, some people discontinue medication because they deem it unnecessary or see no attack forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To control your asthma continuously and permanently, you must adhere to the treatment exactly as the doctor recommends. "Asthma management requires a partnership between the patient, his family and their doctor," Sebastian-Sanchez stresses.&lt;br /&gt;Asthma can last a lifetime and can even be life threatening, but if you manage it properly, it is almost always controllable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-1442404727989250351?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1442404727989250351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=1442404727989250351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1442404727989250351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1442404727989250351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/understanding-asthma.html' title='Understanding Asthma'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-4071443249886536656</id><published>2007-08-19T15:11:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:09:59.207+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>"At The Exact Time I Was Complaining, God Was At Work"</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a fascinating story.         &lt;br /&gt;Lizette shared this beautiful story to me this morning and I just knew in my heart that I had to share it to you.        &lt;br /&gt;Nick and Lizette are my great friends. Lizette is helping me in Catholic Filipino Academy, where we help parents teach their kids at home.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband Nick got a job offer in Canada and has applied for a work permit. (Yes, in a few months, I’ll be losing Lizette from my team as she’ll be joining her husband in Toronto.)         This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick went through the required medical exams for his work permit. After a few days, the doctor called up to tell him that he discovered a mass in Nick’s x-rays. Very much alarmed, he asked Nick to go through a CT scan. “It could be a possible aortic aneurysm which would require immediate surgery,” the doctor told him.          &lt;br /&gt;Nick however wasn’t disturbed. “Doc, that mass that you saw may just be my 3rd  kidney.” It was a harmless condition his doctor in Manila discovered many years ago. He learned that it occurs to one in two million people.       &lt;br /&gt;Still, the doctor asked him to go through a CT scan.        &lt;br /&gt;But here was Nick’s problem: The CT scan costs $1,100. Being in Canada without a work permit yet, he was basically broke.         &lt;br /&gt;And when Lizette heard the news, she was totally distraught. She complained to God. “Lord, why are you doing this to us? How are we going to pay for this?” she cried out to God in despair.         &lt;br /&gt;But at the exact time she was complaining, God was orchestrating His beautiful work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, Nick was attending a Men’s Retreat in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;With him were thirty-two men, leaders from five different prayer groups of migrant Canadians of mixed nationalities—Latinos, Indians and Filipinos.         &lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, Nick felt a nudge from God, telling him, “My son, share your problem to your small group leader”.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, Nick was feeling ashamed because the last thing he wanted to do was to be a burden to people he hardly knew. He also feared rejection and embarrassment. Again he felt the Lord saying, “Trust these men…they are sons of mine. They will care for you.” Unsure if it was the Lord who was speaking, he kept his problem to himself while asking the Lord to give him a sign.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after one of the sessions, the audience was broken up into small groups. And the “small group discussion starter” flashed on the screen floored Nick completely. It said, “If you need $1000, who are your friends who would help you?”         &lt;br /&gt;The words hit Nick like a bolt of lighting from Heaven. Yes, God wanted him to share! At that point, Nick began to cry as he felt God was his “small group leader” telling him, “Don’t worry, I will take care of your needs.”         &lt;br /&gt;So Nick shared his story to his small group of guys. And immediately, the small group leader told him, “Share it to the whole group.” Again, he felt so ashamed, but the leader insisted, and so he shared.         &lt;br /&gt;The response was spontaneous. A basket was passed and the men dropped in $10, $20, $50… One man gave $200. And one group of men gave $750.          &lt;br /&gt;On that day, $1,500 was collected for Nick, much more than what he needed.          &lt;br /&gt;Nick was so overwhelmed by the love of the men around him. And by the love of God through them.&lt;br /&gt;God used Nick’s problem to turn 32 strangers into brothers that are sincerely willing to love and help each other.          &lt;br /&gt;One man in that group even told Nick, “In case the doctor finds out you need surgery, please tell me. I’m a banker. I’ll guarantee your loan.”          &lt;br /&gt;Back home in Manila, his wife Lizette heard the good news, and began to cry again. This time, tears of joy… and shame. “Bo, I was so ashamed,” she told me, “Because at the precise moment that I was complaining, God was already meeting our needs.”           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Nick already had his CT scan, and true enough, the questionable mass was his third kidney. As I write this piece, his medical results are now being processed at the immigration office and very soon, Nick will receive his work permit.           &lt;br /&gt;I know Nick and his abilities. Aside from an IT job already waiting for him, he’s also forming a medical tourism business. I know Nick will prosper in no time.           &lt;br /&gt;But the humbling experience of being on the “receiving” end will forever be etched in his heart. And very soon, Nick will find himself in the “giving” end also, helping those who will be in the same situation he was in.           &lt;br /&gt;I know. Many years ago, when I was poorer than a rat, I remember receiving money from generous people. “Here’s for your transpo,” someone would slip P100 in my pocket. Another person would shake my hand with an envelope, saying, “This isn’t for your ministry, Bo. This is for you—for whatever you need.” I open the envelope and see P10,000. I still cry as I remember these stories of love.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, God has blessed me with “sidelines” that provide for my personal needs. And yes, I’m on the “giving” end of the stick now. And what joy it is to share blessings.            &lt;br /&gt;I told Lizette that God doesn’t mind our complaining. There’s nothing to be ashamed about.            &lt;br /&gt;He loves us, all of us—with our tears, our worries, and our doubts included.            &lt;br /&gt;And all our imperfections won’t stop Him from blessing us.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the scenes, He orchestrates His beautiful work in us.                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain your friend,            &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Bo Sanchez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-4071443249886536656?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4071443249886536656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=4071443249886536656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4071443249886536656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/4071443249886536656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-exact-time-i-was-complaining-god-was.html' title='&quot;At The Exact Time I Was Complaining, God Was At Work&quot;'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-1705504113720626309</id><published>2007-08-17T19:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T19:33:32.961+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s all about me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sharing and my writings'/><title type='text'>everything i need.. comes to me!</title><content type='html'>Hehehe... kata2 di atas ini ud beberapa hari gw ucapkan setiap bangun tidur.&lt;br /&gt;Gara2 gw lagi seru sama buku The Secret dan Quantum Ikhlas... yang isinya The Law of Attraction.&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya gara2 suami gw yang bacaannya semua yang soal leadership dan dia lagi belajar banyak banget dari share2nya Bo Shanchez... ditambah gw lagi memperdalam ilmu bio fisika... sampailah gw pada pengertian2 ini.&lt;br /&gt;Ada pada pengertian seperti ini, sangat di luar perkiraan gw...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi i really looking forward buat semua yang baik, datang menghampiri hidup gw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a interesting story yang gw dapati dari pengertian ini...&lt;br /&gt;I will share with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-1705504113720626309?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1705504113720626309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=1705504113720626309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1705504113720626309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/1705504113720626309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/everything-i-need-comes-to-me.html' title='everything i need.. comes to me!'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-3395653215663067918</id><published>2007-08-13T18:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:49.014+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dear hubby'/><title type='text'>about my hubby? here's my opinion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RsA8pWZa6II/AAAAAAAAABI/uDNkS58YvVU/s1600-h/riko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RsA8pWZa6II/AAAAAAAAABI/uDNkS58YvVU/s320/riko1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098141459267905666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My Josef Riko Ariefano&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Sylfaen;"&gt;-Still can’t believe it…-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Back in 1995… when we first met… hehehe... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;title &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Still Can’t Believe It kayaknya diucapkan oleh banyak orang mengenai keberadaan kita bersama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I sail over 7 seas… still can’t believe I anchor my heart to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Because of your constant passion… you teach me how to dream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your never ending love to God… you show me how to love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your patient for me… you give me a reason to be patient.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your trust in God… you make me learn how to entrust my life to Him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your ability to forgive… you make me feel I’m loved.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And many because yang gw ngga bisa sebutkan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi setelah 3 tahun ada dalam kehidupan pernikahan bersama riko, rasanya (sadar/tak sadar) banyak hal dalam diri gw yang disembuhkan karena cinta yang riko berikan ke gw.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I feel beautiful when I am with you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Gw selalu amazed kalau melihat dia menceritakan apa yang jadi passion dia. Kayaknya semangat yang gw lihat di tahun 1995, saat pertama kali gw mendengar apa yang ada dalam hatinya dia, ngga berbeda sedikitpun. Passion itu tak lekang oleh kegagalan, luka, yang terjadi melewati waktu selama ini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat waktu lewat segala yang terjadi memakan habis semua harapan, percaya, dan cinta gw… rasanya Tuhan memberikan seorang Riko untuk gw. Dia seperti hadir dari semua ketidak-mungkinan yang gw pikirkan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dari dia gw belajar banyak… Riko membawa gw ke dalam roller coaster kehidupan in a positive way. Dari roller coaster itu gw belajar banyak hal yang gw ngga pernah hadapi sebelumnya. It’s really an up and down journey… but I believe one thing: that I’ll be ok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’ll be ok because I have some one who I can believe to take care of me in this journey of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Gw percaya… cintanya kepada Tuhan yang akan membuat gw ok. Tuhan akan membuat kami berdua/keluarga kami baik-baik saja…! (hhhmmm… HE has to…!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Still can’t believe that God gave you for me as my blessing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of you my love, and I am proud to be your wife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on dreamin’ and keep blessing others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course… Keep on lovin’ me yeeeee…! Hehehe…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Sylfaen;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I love you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pray,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yours-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-3395653215663067918?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3395653215663067918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=3395653215663067918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3395653215663067918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3395653215663067918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-my-hubby-heres-my-opinion.html' title='about my hubby? here&apos;s my opinion...'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/RsA8pWZa6II/AAAAAAAAABI/uDNkS58YvVU/s72-c/riko1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-8918275222841943520</id><published>2007-08-10T16:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:49.211+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet mindy'/><title type='text'>waaaa... look at my wet nose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rrw0PGZa6GI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zx2VZL1ZwmY/s1600-h/Rotation+of+IMG_7905.jpg+revised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rrw0PGZa6GI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zx2VZL1ZwmY/s320/Rotation+of+IMG_7905.jpg+revised.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097006312296474722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HORAAAYYYYY I'm HEALTHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe... anjing gw yang satu ini emang luar biasa deh...&lt;br /&gt;Gw ambil dari Dena dalam keadaan sangat 'minder'&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dipanggil nunduk2 terus, terkencing2 kalau takut, ngga bisa ngonggong...&lt;br /&gt;And after 5 months... look at her now!&lt;br /&gt;She's grounded for 3 months gara2 kenakalannya yang ngga bisa kami atasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari riko yang ngajarin toilet training sampe kata riko every spot at our house become her public toilet!&lt;br /&gt;So... alhasil... dirantailah dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi baru 2 hari... gw dan riko gak tega... jadi dia tetap di rantai tetapi dengan tambahan tali rafia sepanjang apa tahu yang membuat dia tetap bisa tidur di kamar ber-AC sambil nungguin gw/riko kerja di komputer!&lt;br /&gt;Gila juga... kita suka ngomong si Mindy itu sooooo lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Dia minum air mineral... gara2 gw takut dia mencret! ga juga yang repot bersihin tokainya.&lt;br /&gt;Dia makan dog food  yang tiap kali beli gw itung masukan kalorinya.&lt;br /&gt;Dia kadang tidur siang ama gw di atas ranjang yang kata riko... lebih empuk dari tuannya kl tidur (krn dia tidur di atas tumpukan selimut)&lt;br /&gt;And look at her wet nose...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she georgeous?  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-8918275222841943520?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8918275222841943520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=8918275222841943520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8918275222841943520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/8918275222841943520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/waaaa-look-at-my-wet-nose.html' title='waaaa... look at my wet nose!'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rrw0PGZa6GI/AAAAAAAAAA4/zx2VZL1ZwmY/s72-c/Rotation+of+IMG_7905.jpg+revised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-3271837769299666020</id><published>2007-08-10T16:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:02:49.402+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us... a blessing'/><title type='text'>us in blue black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rrwy7mZa6FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oOAm0IL2M5M/s1600-h/L1010637.jpg+revised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rrwy7mZa6FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oOAm0IL2M5M/s320/L1010637.jpg+revised.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097004877777397842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw sama suami selalu menghindari pergi dengan terkesan seperti anak panti asuhan alias berseragam sama.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apa daya... kayaknya mungkin serumah 3 tahun membuat kami kadang2 can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;here's one of the 'uniform' ocasion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/793356969327248210-3271837769299666020?l=mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3271837769299666020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793356969327248210&amp;postID=3271837769299666020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3271837769299666020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793356969327248210/posts/default/3271837769299666020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywomanhoodjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/us-in-blue-black.html' title='us in blue black'/><author><name>mywomanhoodjourney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12210457260629854016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/SQ0lYKcefCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/3UH4JBqXQDQ/S220/IMG_0257+revised1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vzkq5iVS96w/Rrwy7mZa6FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oOAm0IL2M5M/s72-c/L1010637.jpg+revised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793356969327248210.post-4003236755174086009</id><published>2007-08-10T14:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:10:58.283+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Articles'/><title type='text'>We Don’t Send Our Kids To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- sphereit start --&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It’s One Of The Best Decisions We’ve Ever Made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We know. We’re nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We don’t send our kids to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me tell you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When our baby was growing up, we watched how everyone did the schooling thing—and we didn’t like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is what we saw: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Early morning, parents send off the kids to school while they both go to work. It’s rush, rush, rush. At 7am, everyone is out of the house, plowing through morning traffic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At around 7 in the evening (if there’s no overtime), these exhausted parents arrive home like dried prunes. They have dinner with the kids but have no energy to talk to each other—so they put on the TV and watch telenovelas together. After dinner, Mommy helps Junior with homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let’s say today, the kid’s got homework in Math, English, and Filipino. In Filipino, Junior’s project is to put the photos of 12 National Filipino Heroes on a &lt;em&gt;cartolina&lt;/em&gt;. Because it’s already 10pm, Junior is now asleep. So Mommy is cutting photos of the heroes from old magazines, and Daddy is pasting them on the &lt;em&gt;cartolina.&lt;/em&gt; The day ends at midnight. Another long day awaits…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;We Wanted Another Kind Of Family Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We asked ourselves. Is this the lifestyle we really want? Or do we want something else for our kids and our family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We decided to do something radical: We won’t send our kids to school. Instead, we’ll teach them ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Result? We’ve been doing it for four years now and my son Bene is in 3rd Grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That means my wife and I are his teachers, our home is his classroom, our kitchen is his canteen, and our street is his school yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Poor kid, right? People tell me he’s missing a lot because we homeschool him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey, I agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;What My Son Is Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me give you a partial list of what he’s missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e doesn’t have to wake up at 6:00am everyday to catch the school bus. He doesn’t have to experience being dressed-up and “toothbrushed” by his mother while asleep so he won’t be late for school. He doesn’t have to wolf down his breakfast while rushing out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn’t have to ride a school bus. (Ow, shucks.) He doesn’t have to wade through traffic twice a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn’t have to fight with forty kids for the attention of a teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn’t have to waste a lot of time waiting in school. (Which I feel consumes 30% of school time each day.) He doesn’t have to wait for everyone to line-up for the National Anthem. He doesn’t have to wait for everyone to quiet down before the teacher starts teaching. He doesn’t have to wait for the teacher to explain the lesson a second for those who weren’t listening…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn’t have to eat sugary snacks in the school canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn’t get bullied. No jeers. No barbs. No meanness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn’t have peer pressure to buy the latest rubber shoe, the newest cell phone, the coolest shirt. He doesn’t have to compare his daily allowance with his classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He doesn’t have homework when he arrives from school. Nada. None. Zilcho. Zero. He doesn’t have school projects that mommies end up doing anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Should I go on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That’s just the tip of the iceberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh, my son is missing a lot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Instead, Here’s What My Son Has…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So instead of these things, what does my son have to endure in homeschool? Let me see…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He wakes up at 8:00am. If the entire family attended a prayer meeting the previous night, he wakes up at 9:00am. No problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He has time to say his morning prayers in bed. He joins his mom reading the Bible together. He then takes a relaxing breakfast with his little brother Francis, reads his books, plays the guitar, and the two of them clown around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He starts class at 9:00am. Each morning, he sings the Philippine National Anthem, says the &lt;em&gt;Panatang Makabayan, &lt;/em&gt;and prays his morning school prayer on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In every subject, he has the undivided attention of his devoted teacher. He can ask any question he wants, anytime he wants, and his teacher will answer him. When he doesn’t know the answer, he says, “Let’s research for the answer now.” And they log onto the internet, read a few books, and viola—the answer is found… together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He and his mother love talking about their faith. They also like singing together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He can tell his teacher, “Mommy, I want to know more about stars. Can we read about that tomorrow?” And his mother will say, “Let’s make that our science class for &lt;em&gt;today!” &lt;/em&gt;And because it’s his interest, he needs no prodding to study. He &lt;em&gt;wants &lt;/em&gt;to learn. He loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He can tell his teacher, “Mommy, I don’t understand this math problem. Can we slow it down a bit?” And his mother will say, “Sure thing. Let’s go through it one more time…” until he’s totally satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Classes are only from Monday to Thursday. Because every Friday morning, he meets other homeschooled kids. They play together, do art work together, sing together, and just have enormous fun. (Yes, homeschooled kids have shown to be very sociable and confident, due to high self-esteem.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every Tuesday afternoon, he attends a gymnastics class. Again, we don’t force him to do it. He loves tumbling, cartwheeling, and running around with the other kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each day, his class ends at 2pm or 3pm. But that’s because class was so exciting, both mother and son didn’t want to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:100%;color:black;"   lang="EN-GB" &gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After his class, my son goes out and rides the bike with his cousin or they play with the computer together. In the evening, since there’s no homework, he reads whatever books he likes to read. My suspicion? Because he’s interested in reading the books he chooses, he 
