tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81301085157736943082023-11-15T22:20:47.471-08:00Journey of a ChanceChance is the providence of adventurers.
Napoleon BonapartePhredzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944505778397850461noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130108515773694308.post-71985572688292557622011-09-08T19:59:00.000-07:002011-09-08T20:46:36.383-07:00Unplanned Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVt8RkluHSDAP8FoGnlvTcQ9ONB_51coylpAbGBdCRiL99XJ-BryIMrsCxRiXF_i6Jh56SlDwupB16kcgUUKR_VQLJ4qruPw6t5iqF1GgR069Cpk2jwfHpkROGuzTmWJg8lqUaJHlf4g/s1600/DSC08218.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVt8RkluHSDAP8FoGnlvTcQ9ONB_51coylpAbGBdCRiL99XJ-BryIMrsCxRiXF_i6Jh56SlDwupB16kcgUUKR_VQLJ4qruPw6t5iqF1GgR069Cpk2jwfHpkROGuzTmWJg8lqUaJHlf4g/s320/DSC08218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650195293377335730" border="0" /></a><br />at the new placement...<br /><br />I don't know how to explain the journey of my life.. I do make plans (dreams) and I don't follow all the plans. I can say that this journey base on the chances.. I know it's a "bad" life management.<br /><br />So far I don't want to complain of things... I do disappoint sometimes for I can't fulfill my dreams just because i kept changing my plans, but the bigger plan is to live the life, to do more for others and if the chance brought me to something different.. so be it!<br /><br />Now, I am in Mae Sot -instead of being somewhere in Africa-, a small town in the border of Thailand and Burma(Myanmar) working as campaign and advocacy adviser, a field that new for me. Helping this small NGO fighting for their rights to live and to love their own motherland. I can't imagine if I am one of them... living in fear of loving their own land. I feel ashamed for they are my brothers and sisters, we are in the same region, ASEAN region, we share the land, we share the look, we share the history, we share the culture and religion and they need more helps from the people surround them. At least I am here with them now, sharing the laugh and the tears... convince them that we still have hopes and they are not alone.<br /><br />The chance that brought me here is the chance that comes with a higher priority.<br /><br />So I am doing good things still, I am helping people still, I am sharing my chances still.. so the bigger plan is never change.. still.<br /><br />If I have to change my plans and the chance of life make me stay [here].. so be it!<br /><br />God, give me your mercy!Phredzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944505778397850461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130108515773694308.post-86467028900229290252011-06-16T11:43:00.000-07:002011-06-16T12:33:03.832-07:00Chameleon Who Owns the Dragon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRTH8D3iNDt0LY-E2DNAbuzz4Nb6VJFLORXVdfSJOSytU2e0B8bBgkhmSlFiPc-OdE6uH5SFzYRWNniMf4DCmuVzksJmTXFx0caKW1b8PQAUFV8HTfjgLLBFtTYTpKJqy3j0t3K2XPsM/s1600/komodo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnRTH8D3iNDt0LY-E2DNAbuzz4Nb6VJFLORXVdfSJOSytU2e0B8bBgkhmSlFiPc-OdE6uH5SFzYRWNniMf4DCmuVzksJmTXFx0caKW1b8PQAUFV8HTfjgLLBFtTYTpKJqy3j0t3K2XPsM/s320/komodo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618897748749832610" /></a><br /><div><b>In the laundry room.</b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">a Thai man next to me : <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations">ซักรีด</span><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">ให้คุณมาก</span><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">เกินไป </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">me [confused] : Kho tot, mai khon Thai, Khrab, mai puud pasa Thai (sorry I am not Thai, I don't speak Thai language)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">the man : O.. where are you from?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">me : Indonesia</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">the man : ooo Indonesia.. Bali! I like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manny_Pacquiao">Pacman</a>! [while doing a boxing move]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">me : Oo Pacman is from the Philippine!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">the man : Yes, Pacman!! Indonesia good [doing a boxing move again]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">me : Chai chai (yes, yes) [whatever]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><b>In the office event.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">an American man next to me : So what is your <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burmese_ethnic_groups">ethnicity</a>?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">me : I am sorry, I am from Indonesia.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">the man : oo sorry, but you look like a Burmese</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">me : Yes, you are not the first one who think that! [well.. we are Asian people looks like Asian anyway]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><b>In the club.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">an English guy : Where are you come from, man?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">me : Ooo I am from Indonesia!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">the guy : Ooo Mabuhay my friend!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class="">me : Mabuhay! [whatever]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><b>Somewhere in the market.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">a friend (who knows me more than 2 months already) : Freddy, you are from Malaysia, right?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">me : NO! I am from Indonesia!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">the friend : oo yaa.. why I always think that you are from Malaysia? that's weird.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">me : so weird!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I am not complaining about those events... annoyed me but it's so alright! :) apparently Indonesia is not really a famous country and I am all good with that! No big deal. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div>I fell more like a chameleon now... as I can melt and be physically 'local', especially among Thai or Burmese community. But I am still Indonesian inside out, I am proud to say that I come from a country which has the only dragons (Komodo) in the world! </div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah, now I feel like a chameleon who owns the dragons!! if you know what I mean... :)</div><div><br /></div><div>How sweet thou art!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""><br /></span></span></div>Phredzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944505778397850461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130108515773694308.post-35878206053811411642011-05-31T23:59:00.000-07:002011-06-01T01:02:56.737-07:00A Lady from Thailand<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0fcGatlD7mwhn9lCIsGnZ5vGqd0IbLp_g9vJIya3Dc0n_ymAhWzZw8V36NDsjAW1nKHmmU8vDoyLDKS5Mno6A3S5hEhdYzBikCM8SzmFk10lgOPmZAxCUvaOK3hQSwEH971fqXwT4fw/s1600/31239_438562232563_748912563_5694742_7471323_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx0fcGatlD7mwhn9lCIsGnZ5vGqd0IbLp_g9vJIya3Dc0n_ymAhWzZw8V36NDsjAW1nKHmmU8vDoyLDKS5Mno6A3S5hEhdYzBikCM8SzmFk10lgOPmZAxCUvaOK3hQSwEH971fqXwT4fw/s320/31239_438562232563_748912563_5694742_7471323_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613154556986286418" /></a><br /><div><br /></div>I met her today...<div><br /></div><div>She told me the stories of her life. Her English is perfect but she kept telling me that her English is still bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>She is a single mother with 2 kids, none of the kids stay with her, It doesn't mean she doesn't love the kids, She said it's difficult to have kids when you are not married. She gave the daughter to her sister and let her son lives with his father.</div><div><br /></div><div>She told me how hard life was for an 8 years old girl losing her mother and have to live poorly with her dad and 2 brothers. She must struggle to breath and to feed themselves. She felt so grateful that her 2 brothers now can support themselves. "Life was hard and that's why people see me so tough and stiff, well.. I am, but most of the time I felt so lonely."</div><div><br /></div><div>She told me how it is so easy for her to get any good looking Farang (Westerner) she want, and yes I believe her, as she is so pretty and have a very fluent English... She used to date a rich and young Australian for 2,5 years but she said she felt insecure by being over protected, over jealous by her Australian boyfriend, that's why she broke up with him. </div><div><br /></div><div>She told me that there are so many people try to get close to her, but "I am not young anymore!", she said and she explained that she needs security, she needs a future... and I totally understand that. The way she explained was so elegant and open. </div><div><br /></div><div>She is a single mother with 2 kids added with a very harsh experience of life from childhood. I was nodding and smiling, holding myself not to judge her... and who am I judging her, anyway?</div><div><br /></div><div>She is now in relationship with a good friend of me, A very good hearted old man from the west. She said she needs more than 10 months to know someone and love someone... at least 2 years...I was laughing and exhaling..... [Laughing??? - Yes, totally I don't know why I was laughing and Exhaling??? - honestly, I don't know either how to react. Yes, I am stupid!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Before I said goodbye I told her that she must be more open and try to move on... our show must go on and if we stay the same.. we will left behind. I don't know if my words will make any difference.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a very bad stereotype when seeing a young Thai woman walking with old Farang. God forgive me... I was totally wrong to her.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">*While writing.. a song played </span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Don't Let Me Go" - by Click Five</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I can see your shadow lying in the moonlight</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I can hear your heartbeat playing on my right side</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Every night I long for this, makin' up what I miss</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I can hear you breathing letting out a sad sigh</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">You tried so hard to hide your scars, </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Always on your guard</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't, dont let me go, </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't make me hold on when you're not</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't, dont turn away </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">What can I say so you wont</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">No dont, dont let me go...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I can see the skyline fading in the distance, </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Tears are coming down</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm trying just to make sense,</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I don't listen to the radio just the engine and the road</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I wonder if my words are makin' any difference</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I dream and then it seem to end </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">but always come again</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't, don't let me go, </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't make me hold on when you're not</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't, don't turn away, </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">What can I say so you wont</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">No dont, dont let me go...</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm comin' down </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">to where you're standing</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">I need you now or you'll be watching </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">me hit the ground </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span">with crashing in....</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Don't let me go...</span></i></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Phredzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944505778397850461noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130108515773694308.post-968967711516875752011-05-30T06:15:00.000-07:002011-05-30T07:08:57.598-07:00Do I lost my silliness?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtJRmWIkc6fSzRZpFdiqVn-WhhmxWKi8gbeBr66vxnDSkcyxBp043a61S2epfo-rKZFh0fsNF3FKmWSHuiWDE0mZCj3KnJ6gn2yHySREcvLVkN44BSVEHghFT5zQcwZTZ3ydNtcgvKUk/s1600/aaaDSCN6215.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtJRmWIkc6fSzRZpFdiqVn-WhhmxWKi8gbeBr66vxnDSkcyxBp043a61S2epfo-rKZFh0fsNF3FKmWSHuiWDE0mZCj3KnJ6gn2yHySREcvLVkN44BSVEHghFT5zQcwZTZ3ydNtcgvKUk/s320/aaaDSCN6215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612510341403193746" /></a><br />I have a facebook note series.. I call it "Silly Me". I wrote about all actual silly situations happened. Everyone who knows me, love the notes, I love them more as I get to know myself better. Yes, I do silly things, so what?<div><br /></div><div>Some friends asked me to update the series.... but I found it difficult... my life is getting serious recently and I don't do silly things again. Really??</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I never plan to do some silly stuffs.. I am not a jackass. It just happened. Normal! I believe everyone did some silly stuffs too, sometimes they just don't want to admit it.</div><div><br /></div><div>OK, I guess I should stop living a serious life and have more fun...... Wait a second, something wrong here... I have fun life recently.... so much fun!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hmm now I know, It's wrong formula!! I think I should make it the other way around. I should stop having so much fun and live more serious, then silly things happen!</div><div><br /></div><div>That's right! :D</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div> </div></div>Phredzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944505778397850461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130108515773694308.post-33094682071889857462011-05-27T19:19:00.000-07:002011-05-27T22:04:05.218-07:00The Rebel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gNoAp5NenEKcWTfhVjBntRrr-xyZa8VNvK-oZesVHGMKniYUaW2pQhz4tkVeN6QUa08NSEBKcialSt_rn1tS7yKpsgJNMkaOef1mI7iPjO5dYifVy1D6Ckx5HgzQiMYoOEj2RWTZRTE/s1600/aaaDSC06705.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gNoAp5NenEKcWTfhVjBntRrr-xyZa8VNvK-oZesVHGMKniYUaW2pQhz4tkVeN6QUa08NSEBKcialSt_rn1tS7yKpsgJNMkaOef1mI7iPjO5dYifVy1D6Ckx5HgzQiMYoOEj2RWTZRTE/s320/aaaDSC06705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611596213694043730" /></a><br />She was crying... the first time I saw her crying! She used to be a sweet, energetic girl.. well she still is, just not this time.<div><br /></div><div>I told her that she did the right thing, sometimes it's important to stand for our own sake. Nothing is wrong to speak out. She said she is not a rebel. she never did. I tried to convince her again that this is about the time then... Life is about ups and downs.. to know how to go up people need to go down and sometimes we have to struggle to reach the other peak.</div><div><br /></div><div>Look at Marthin Luther, Nelson Mandela, Aung San Syu Kii?? They are all the rebels for a good cause. Do and stand up for the right and the righteousness. </div><div><br /></div><div>I let her cry... Crying is good for the soul, especially when you laugh so much already...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Phredzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944505778397850461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130108515773694308.post-83026228561137572992011-05-26T21:24:00.000-07:002011-05-26T21:55:19.351-07:00a Boy from Burma<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPClUWGH-W-tN3AhotEvNAp9bxI4UYN09ZYynlbmHLePn7JNoqlkM4DStxnLUwPPdaypDH-xwoxD2xsCXF1Bd9N5zaHz0EUcVTGzJlAlpAjhZ7Iu_zm-VKmZArwaRYRFjZMWpC8k7iFs/s1600/aaaDSC07950.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPClUWGH-W-tN3AhotEvNAp9bxI4UYN09ZYynlbmHLePn7JNoqlkM4DStxnLUwPPdaypDH-xwoxD2xsCXF1Bd9N5zaHz0EUcVTGzJlAlpAjhZ7Iu_zm-VKmZArwaRYRFjZMWpC8k7iFs/s320/aaaDSC07950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611252428518643026" /></a><br />I met this boy... name is not important, as everyone from Burma who works outside their country, they require to have more than 1 name.<div><br /></div><div>He was 8 years old when his house burnt by the military. It was a war... He still remember the image of him in his mother's back running away from the battlefield to the forest, he remember the voice of cry of his older sister.</div><div><br /></div><div>He is a victim of a war he don't understand.</div><div><br /></div><div>He told me that he had to live in the jungle for years "I live like Tarzan!" everything was different but he is still grateful that all his family members are still alive, not like the other family who lost, at least one member of the family.</div><div><br /></div><div>He joined the army, just because he wanted to fight for his people. I asked whether he joined the army because he want to make a revenge, He said "No need a revenge, they're suffered already by what they did. I believe in Karma". He joined the army because he had to do something.</div><div><br /></div><div>He is now just a regular man with an extraordinary background of life. He knows what he is doing now and he tries to build up his dreams. He said he made so many mistakes and he is trying to fix it (amazing, that I hear it from a 23 years old young man).</div><div><br /></div><div>He is my best friend now. Not because It's cool to be friended to someone who can tell you a different story of life, but It's because I need someone to tap my head hard and lower my pride and being more grateful of what I am now.</div><div><br /></div>Phredzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944505778397850461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130108515773694308.post-76542375505904948172011-04-21T00:06:00.000-07:002011-04-21T00:11:12.478-07:00My cup of tea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFu8y2Z0wOMxdqWTM-RVa1yShTAY-x3H6ZPzVR5Rt7_QT_rEF-_6Br7vNIZQbFiRT3BSGpeSqjq0w-01aScuYZq39AKMUSJiUnIrXR-nvEOkqey2aWW8PFaEky4umLCHpyYWtQlqqeNs/s1600/DSC06894.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFu8y2Z0wOMxdqWTM-RVa1yShTAY-x3H6ZPzVR5Rt7_QT_rEF-_6Br7vNIZQbFiRT3BSGpeSqjq0w-01aScuYZq39AKMUSJiUnIrXR-nvEOkqey2aWW8PFaEky4umLCHpyYWtQlqqeNs/s320/DSC06894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597930230896702690" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; " ><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I thought I sacrifice enough... but this world wants more...</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I need something to hold on to, and God is the nearest and the easiest grabbed!</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I lost some of my energy for useless things, need to collect myself and come back to the right track!</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I laugh more and cry less... that's not a balance!!</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I am not trying to make a better world here, I am just trying to make my world better.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">When you can't even explain your existence, why now we are busy asking the existence of God??</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">My gout is gone but the pain inside my feet is still there... that's my alarm.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Do I need a wife? No! I just need a family!</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Some of my smiles hide my feeling, but I think I still want to do it.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I don't really need a mirror, I am happy with my look.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I am old and I am not complaining about it.</p><p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "></p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">I don't need coffee to make me stay awake, all I need is a homesick and thirsty of my best friend's love!</p></span>Phredzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944505778397850461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130108515773694308.post-38008767455469867902011-04-21T00:03:00.000-07:002011-04-21T00:05:28.703-07:00Let us share a chance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_EYG-G2jVBVBUK4WG5q4l5WUE6skmznAzhdJu_8OyjVvBSHHn4vqIyF1fiz-oHaopFj01xpr1sRJ8pQz1qJG-ZucH28Bx2d6PeaSqHVqwQl4Fjk2fFrMEhNrnq8OGqG3KMs6fDXB7b0/s1600/DSC06825.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_EYG-G2jVBVBUK4WG5q4l5WUE6skmznAzhdJu_8OyjVvBSHHn4vqIyF1fiz-oHaopFj01xpr1sRJ8pQz1qJG-ZucH28Bx2d6PeaSqHVqwQl4Fjk2fFrMEhNrnq8OGqG3KMs6fDXB7b0/s320/DSC06825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597929342796297586" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">The power of sharing is unbelievable.<br /><br />Sharing our life enrich our heart. There are many things happen in this world, and each one happen for a reason. Giving up some of our choices in life will help others to have some more choices they don't have before.<br /><br />This Blog is made to record my journey of sharing as I believe that miracle is here within us when we share!</span>Phredzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06944505778397850461noreply@blogger.com0