<?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-2853130085799376167</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:23:30.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>レイモン</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-364089152703626099</id><published>2008-09-07T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:54:21.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yang Sudah Busuk dan yang Masih Muda... hahaha</title><content type='html'>这是我第二次用中文来写&lt;em&gt;Post...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我写这些已经好几个月了，但一直把它留下，没写完。。所以现在我把文章写完。。&lt;br /&gt;哈哈。。关于题目的内容不是你们没见过的，是我一位老师让我写的。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;老人和年青人&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老人和年青人都是人类的生活，他们都是我们的以前和我们的未来。你们可以自己想，我们以前的人跟我们后来的人一定不一样，想法不一样说法也不一样，连我们的性格也许变了很多！什么差异，下边我给你们说出我自己来说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;年情人一般的性格不是固定的，今天是怎么样的人明天会变成了不一样的人。社会方面是最大的原因对他们性格的变化，为什么那么容易变了？年青人没有那么多的经验，生活的时间不是很久，要是听到了新的想法他们会觉得很有意思就试试看，做到的话会发现怎么样的结果。因为没有那么多的经验所以想得很简单什么多不知道什么多不担心。最重要是对自己有好处，很有意思就做！可能有些年青人已经了解他们的责任但是不是表示他们会做到他们该做的事情，反正‘我’以后时间还是很长，先好好玩儿玩儿，重要的事可以再等着。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另外呢，老人有很多的经验，他们也曾过去了年青的时间。这些年他们可能已经了解很多生活方面的事情，但是这个就是最大的原因为什么老人会那么固执的。他们的想法可能很丰富，做法也固定的，但是一般的老人常常不听别人的意见，特别是年青人的意见。他们回想的“我是老人，年龄比他们大得多，经验也很多，我的意见一定比他们重要，更对的！” 这样我觉得不行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实老人和年青人的差别没有那么大，只是看上去很大。我觉得最大的问题对老人和年青人的差异来说是在父母儿女的关系，其实问题也不是那么复杂，只父母能不那么固执，孩子们我觉得能多一点听话。说的方法也很重要，很多年青人不知道怎么说才好，老人也不了解用什么办法为孩子们听话。其实只要好好说一说什么多能解决。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好好念吧。。我的汉语水平还差得远呢，看不懂别怪我啊。。我管不着。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-364089152703626099?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/364089152703626099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=364089152703626099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/364089152703626099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/364089152703626099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2008/09/yang-sudah-busuk-dan-yang-masih-muda.html' title='Yang Sudah Busuk dan yang Masih Muda... hahaha'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-7028930900037014179</id><published>2008-08-27T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:12:16.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Gift of All is Life!</title><content type='html'>wNB - Judulnya kali ini sedikit quote dari lagu "We are the World" by Michael Jackson n Lionel Richie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gini nih critanya... brsan aq chat ama temen aq di MSN, mulai pecakapan---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia:Mon how was ur day?&lt;br /&gt;Aku:Great!!&lt;br /&gt;Dia: why great?&lt;br /&gt;Aku: (bingung btr...) great becozz... i'm still alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia:Wah kata2nya bagus mon...&lt;br /&gt;Aku: Yang mana?&lt;br /&gt;Dia: yah yang great becozz... i'm still alive!! itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gt de.. jadi aku buat2 ini... n ini masih belum selesei jadi kalian kalo mo tambah2in silahkan ok? di cbox ---&gt; aja hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does feel great to be alive...&lt;br /&gt;it means,&lt;br /&gt;more time to fix ur mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;more time to say to ur loved ones how much u care about them...&lt;br /&gt;more time to express how sorry you are to the people u've hurt...&lt;br /&gt;more time show the world that you are alive for a reason...&lt;br /&gt;more time to repay back the good deeds others have done to you...&lt;br /&gt;more time to think how your answers are gonna be when the angel of death ask you how worthy are you of heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more time to....? any idea? what have you done and what will you do in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ide2 dari Melisa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more time to make more mistakes and learn from them...&lt;br /&gt;more time ro realise how great and good our God is...&lt;br /&gt;more time to eventually realise how grandeur this world of His creations...&lt;br /&gt;more time to waste your time with your best of friends...&lt;br /&gt;more time to feel how wonderful and painful love is...&lt;br /&gt;more time to witness God's miraculous works and ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-7028930900037014179?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/7028930900037014179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=7028930900037014179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/7028930900037014179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/7028930900037014179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2008/08/greatest-gift-of-all-is-life.html' title='The Greatest Gift of All is Life!'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-834958320965731117</id><published>2008-08-13T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:56:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>这次用中文！</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;这时，我想跟你们写一篇文章，用中文来写就是我第一次。这题目其实不是刚写的。。对于文章的内容我也没别的意思，不是像破坏北京或者我大学的好名，可我觉得那种你不能忘记的经验应该说明，清清楚楚地。。同意吗？哈哈。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;还有，我的中文水平并不好，希望你们能了解！ T_T   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;最讨厌的4天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我北京的生活各种各样过的，有时候很幸福也有时候很辛苦。其实没有那么特别有意思的，但是有一个我觉得永远也不会忘记的！就是关于我跟我学校里宿舍的服务员。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天晚上我在5号楼房间里正在安安静静得看电视，突然房间里的动力没了！我以为我忘了卖电或者什么，但是我昨天刚买电不会那么快就没了。那时候已经10点了，所以我觉得明天才去6号楼问服务员。我回房间的时候，什么都看不见连我自己的手脚也看不见，很辛苦你知道吗？我就睡觉了。第二天，早上了我把窗户打开然后我刚要开始洗澡的时候，想起来了，没有热水！外边零下度，这个怎么办？但是我是印尼人我们的文化必须洗澡每天两次（早上和晚上）所以我不得不用冷水洗澡！辛苦得很你知道吗？洗澡完了以后我就很快得去6号楼根服务员说一说，我的房间有什么问题。到6号楼我就跟一位服务员说，她回答“知道了，一会儿我告诉有人看看”。我等了半天没有人来，真讨厌，我再去6号楼，到那边我发现服务员根今天早上已经不一样了，可能她们轮班工作，但是最讨厌的是今天早上的服务员不但忘了送人到我的房间来看看而还不告诉她的同事，什么都也没写下。所以第二次我来告诉服务员的时候根本没有人知道我房间的问题。我又告诉她们我的房间有问题，最后她们也说“知道了，一会儿我告诉有人看看”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这次的经验我不会忘记的是为什么呢？因为，第二天过去了，第三天也过去了，第四天也过去的！我还需要住在‘黑’的房间和用冷水洗澡到4天的时间。服务员的态度我特别不满意，她们不但（我觉得）不离我也每次改轮班的时候她们什么都不知道，所以我该说一样的话很多的次！第四天晚上的时候我决定了，我想最后一次去6号楼骂她们，但是我想试试好好说一次，她们还不理我才骂！我说完了以后你们知道她说什么呢？她说这样“噢，没关系，不用修，反正你们5号楼的学生明天必须搬到这边的6号楼，学校要修复楼”。你们觉得她们这样的有道理吗？我想骂也骂不了了，太累死了所以我回房间睡觉！其实我的‘极度痛苦’还没完了，我明天的搬到6号楼的一天也经历她们‘没有道理’的态度和说法什么的。假如要继续写还是很长。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;谢谢!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-834958320965731117?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/834958320965731117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=834958320965731117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/834958320965731117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/834958320965731117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='这次用中文！'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-5209987679874194046</id><published>2008-04-08T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:21:48.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一双鞋</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hari ini tepat 1 tahun, 1 bulan, 8 hari &lt;em&gt;since &lt;/em&gt;pertama kali saya menjejakkan kaki ke Beijing hahahaha (penting ga ya?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neeway, &lt;/em&gt;I'ven't been writing blogs since then... soalnya ini situs kaga bisa dibuka d China, pertama tuh saya kira emang seluruh china inet connectionnya o'on abiz jadi ga bisa buka. Ternyata cuma di &lt;em&gt;dorm &lt;/em&gt;tempat sy tinggal ajah... tuh kan rese kan.. Ini blog ditulis pake bhs Indonesia &lt;em&gt;tercinta &lt;/em&gt;soal'e kalo pake inggris ntar temen2 saya disini bisa baca, berabe dah ... Kenapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karena gini nih critanya, saya tuh tak berapa suka tinggal d China sini, bukan gara2 kondisi lingkungannya ato apa (itu juga iya sih) tapi gara2 orang2nya yg err... &lt;em&gt;how to say.. &lt;/em&gt;kurang sopan gt dey.. haha, ini menurut gw yah, emang ga semuany sih kaya gt jg... fiiuhh gini d.. sy critain satu &lt;em&gt;case &lt;/em&gt;yg saya alami sendiri pas mao&lt;em&gt; "membeli sepatu" &lt;/em&gt;di salah satu toko disini....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari itu hari yg sangat cerah, hari yg tepat buat beli sepatu (ada yah hari kaya getu?). Jadi saya ama beberapa temen pegi ke toko lmyan terkenal di Beijing sini... cari2 sepatu kn... Kebetulan gw tuh tertarik ma sepatu &lt;em&gt;c~ &lt;/em&gt;yg bentuknya kaya spatu bakpao/selop gt cm coraknya kotak2 item putih kaya catur... (yg di pake ama &lt;em&gt;Charlie &lt;/em&gt;di film LOST) jadi begitu sampe udah liat2 spatu2 kaya gt... banyak jg sih yg kliatan, cm gw brusaha cari toko yg PAS gt.. yg sreg d hati... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cari-cari-cari-cari-cari~cari-cari-cari-cari-cari-cari-cari-cari-cari~cari-cari-cari-cari-cari&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya sampe di satu toko, percakapan di mulai (&lt;em&gt;pake mandarin ni critanya =P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya: Sepatu yang jenis itu harganya berapa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toko: 60Yuan ndak bisa kurang lagi, kl mau ambil, ga mau pegi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Mikir~toko2 yg sebelumnya paling rendah 80Yuan, lumayan nih)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya: Ok saya ambil d... 60Yuan beneran kan?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toko: Iyah! Mau yg warna apa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya: Yg abu2 itu ajah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Di toko itu ada dua pasang sepatu di display, satu abu2, satunya lagi item~akhirnya dia ambilin yg abu2 trs saya coba)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya: Ukurannya kekecilan nih, kok cm size 4? add yg 4.5 ga? Yang item liat deh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia: Cerewet! (beneran dia ngomong kaya gini, saya ga salah denger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya: Nah ini cocok nih ukuran 4.5, ambilin warna abu yg size nya gini ada ga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia: Oh ada! sbentar y saya ambilin... &lt;em&gt;trs dia pegi bawa spatu abu2 yg size 4.0 itu mao dituker ama yg 4.5 kan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;20menit blalu~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia: Nih ada! Saya bungkus yah?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya: Bentar buk, saya coba dulu....~&lt;em&gt;(mencoba)~....&lt;/em&gt; Lho kok sama kecilnya kaya tadi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia: Ga mungkin! ini lebih besar kok, mungkin masih baru jadi aga sesak.. nih coba liat ukurannya &lt;em&gt;(sambil nunjukin nomer sizenya)]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EEHH TAA*, tau gak 4.5 itu&lt;strong&gt; dia tulis sendiri&lt;/strong&gt; pake sepidol... jadi angka 0 nya itu di tebel2in jadi angka 5... SIAL kirain gw bego apa... gw bego jg belum tentu buta kan... Rupanya itu sepatu abu2 yg sama dengan yg tadi dia bawa buat di tukerin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBcCu3VukIA/R_sofioaKPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHkPoUtDFHM/s1600-h/SIZE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186783918184605938" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" height="83" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBcCu3VukIA/R_sofioaKPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHkPoUtDFHM/s200/SIZE.bmp" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya: Buk, kamu tulis sendiri yah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia: &lt;em&gt;(dah mulai gugup tp masih marah2) &lt;/em&gt;Kaga~!!~ INI TUH ASLI!! BEGO BGT SIH, LIAT JELAS2!! DARI PABRIK JG DAH KAYA GINI~!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya: Ndak deh, saya ndak jadi beli kalo gt, terlalu kecil ini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia: Saya tuh udah jalan jauh2 cariin sepatu size ini buat kamu SSEKARANG KAMU BILANG GA MAO? KAMU PIKIR SAYA KENGANGGURAN APA CARIIN SEPATU BUAT KAMU? CEREWET BANGET SIH INI GA MAO ITU GA MAO!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBcCu3VukIA/R_sq3SoaKQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bAlbZkHfP9k/s1600-h/BUK.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186786525229754626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBcCu3VukIA/R_sq3SoaKQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bAlbZkHfP9k/s200/BUK.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened next tuh ga di sangka2 banget, sepatu nya di lempar ke mukaku ~BUK~ aww duh sial... trs aku cepet2 lariiiii kabuurr... hahahahahaha... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Episodes2 gila kaya gini tuh banyak bgt yg gw alamin di sini.... yg sepatu ini blm tralu parah masian... ntar kl ada waktu lagi aku tulisin d... ^^Skrg dah malem, pengen cepet2 pulang balik dorm hehehe.. Ok.. Have a nice Life people! GBU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-5209987679874194046?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/5209987679874194046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=5209987679874194046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/5209987679874194046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/5209987679874194046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='一双鞋'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBcCu3VukIA/R_sofioaKPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uHkPoUtDFHM/s72-c/SIZE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-4936006103204600557</id><published>2007-05-17T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:51:02.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beyond Tomorrow, I see future. Beyond Future, I see hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beyond Promises, I see broken faith. Beyond Sworn bound, I see betrayal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Beyond all wonders I see your eyes, from where I saw neither good nor bad, but what I see have always been what I wanted to see."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first verse is the goodies while the second one tells u the baddies (ada ga yah inggris kaya gini? bodo amat) But I think when you are in with someone u love ^^ smeone u adore so much, is when from him/her you will see nothing good or nothing bad, you just like everything about him/her. That is why there's a saying goes 'love is blind' gyahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-4936006103204600557?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/4936006103204600557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=4936006103204600557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/4936006103204600557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/4936006103204600557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-to-someone.html' title='Just Words'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-3203302253806492822</id><published>2007-05-02T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T02:16:33.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha</title><content type='html'>Buat yg pada bingung napa koq 11 posts di bawah nih... pada tanggal yg sama wakaka.. gw ga mgkn nulis segini byk dalam sehari... soalnya dulu akuw blog nya di xanga trs abis itu akuw pindah ke Beijing kan, di sini xanga ga bisa di buka ga tau napa.. so aku copy semua kesini dalam sehari gt deh wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the confusion to all of you who read thz... If you see all the 11 posts below it was written and posted on the very same date as this message. Why? I started to write blogs a long time ago but not here, it was in Xanga.com. In Beijing, apparently I can't get the access to the site, the reason why is I don't know wakakakaka... so yeah I copied all my previous posts (not all though) to blogspot and hopefully I'll be starting to publish new posts. I'm planning to write about China, the city of Bejing, Chinese people, the culture, and of course the FooD =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok GBU All! bye2..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-3203302253806492822?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/3203302253806492822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=3203302253806492822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/3203302253806492822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/3203302253806492822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-2018614105479623852</id><published>2007-05-02T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:06:25.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orang Tanpa Pendirian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a topic flashed thru my head this afternoon. Its about words and vows that I had taken when later I simply ignore. Its not promises to other people, its what I vowed myself that I would never this and I would never that... you know, gaya2 gt... haiz.. Now I know, that life is not that simple, at least not until you experience them yourself.  I have learnt also that I cannot say things easily till I know exactly how/what those things are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok basically, my life is about shortcuts, I did not take the usuall path where people went thru junior high-senior high-university one by one. I jumped from here to there which makes me (almost everytime) being the youngest in a class/group. Happened to be the youngest I hung out with older people including older girls ^^, not that I have no chance going out with younger girls, but its just too few of them. I've always said this "I would never ever fall with older girls" yet I did... It was unplanned you know...  didn't like her one bit at first and I've known her like 2 years? or more... but then somthing about her made me... aarrrghh... gt deh... cm udah ga ada prasaan apa2 skrg... tau diri deh gw kaga ada apa2nya jg hihihi... ok thAt's the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, high school time I was in Science class because I don't like Social and we had no Language class at that time. In science I couldn't do very well just so-so though I often got high scores for my biology and chemistry but still yet my math and physics wasn't that good, so I decided this path isn't mine, then I moved to Advance Diploma in International Business (Social) wahh things were great, I wasn't supposedly think that social was this great... I started to think that this is the path I should be in... later I went to Marketing Major for my Bachelor degree, here things went very nasty, its not that it was hard or what, but toooo many things that I had to remember, I started to miss science and then an idea glanced to my head "If not science, nor social, I should be in Language" waahh.. then I started to think tht I'm good in language and that language is my expertise and so on and so on. Now I have to take my words back... hahahaha.. now I'm doing chinese language course in Beijing and here... fuuuuhhh verrryy difficult, all the han zi (Chinese Characters) memorizing stuffs exhaust me every single minutes.. gooosshhh... what should I do? hahahahaha gw ni udah bego males lagi wakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I reaalllyy wanna think twice before I say anything... ^^ Well I know, perhap this isn't hurting anybody or what... but its not good laarhh... ya ga? hiihihihi ok next post I'm going to write bout Beijing and my life here... ^^ GBU all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-2018614105479623852?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/2018614105479623852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=2018614105479623852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/2018614105479623852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/2018614105479623852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/orang-tanpa-pendirian.html' title='Orang Tanpa Pendirian'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-2057182623142475603</id><published>2007-05-02T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:34:56.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desires and Interests</title><content type='html'>For what I have see "Interest and Desire varies much between each individual" the almighty GOD has given its people talents and abilities in a way that is sooo different between others that there is a saying goes "There is NO two people of the same" Thus no matter how you exertly search till the end of the globe, you wil NEVER found two people of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth is called the Biological Sphere where living things exist, those with life. In order for living things to survive, it has something called nature, (the nature of this and thAt), and for nature to work, they need balance. Balance is somthing achieved trough differences and variables coherently support each other. When there is something called Heat, there is such things as the "absence" of it which is the Cold. In a volcanic area, things which is cold, like ice, doesn't survive well do they? And in Artic, on the other hand, fire can't survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example, let say animal! These living creatures are created in such a way that they are different from each other, correct? Rabbit has a super hearing and strong legs that it can jump very high just like the kangoroos, on the other birds can not jump, do you see it legs? very thin, and they can't jump with such a thing can they? If we would to create a jumping competition and putting one rabbit and one bird to join the competition? or lets create a flying competition for them, who will win? See what I mean? Evryone is different, they serve their own purpose, in one competition other may look very strong and conquering while others are weak and useless, why? because it doesn't belong there okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Im trying to say is in a society, there may exist individuals who look weaks, stupid, or useless. It is SIMPLY because they don't belong there! ( a Bird doesn't belong to a group of Rabbit, if you force their way in, they can't surivive ) This is logic! I am sure you understand well, okay lets put it in the life of University Student (The life Ive been going trough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, students are seperated into different paths, correct me if I am wrong, there are Science, Social, and Language/Literature. Why so? because different people has different type of abilities, simple right? But why the society always think that those science guys are better than social, or those social guys are better than the language guys? Like i said, without heat you can't have cold, without the Social guys Science can't live, and without Language the whole world can't even survive! I am a language type of myself, between social and science i choose science, simply because I don't like SOCIAL! If you SAY than all of this writings is for me to defend myself, of getting a constant PASS grade in Business, YES, I am not going to deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT good in social or business, and I DONT care about any of those okay? If you force my way in. you can't, I am simply not THAT type, I am a jumping type, not a fly type. I only get to business because my Father wants me to, as for Science which i prefer more, still I can't do very well in science. This writing is also dedicated to ALL of YOU GUYS out there in the university who felt like you path isn't yours, don't be down on yourself, you just don;t belong there, it doesn't mean you are stupid or what, I am SURE that YOU guys are such a smartass, its just you guys need to figure out which path suits you.. that's all..  For my friends who failed subjects, don't even think about stupid or useless! Stumbled? GET UP!, future long awaits you, you will be GREAT someday with something else, TRUST me, I know you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my friend, i am not judging, who always differentiate people and saying oh that one is smart, ow this one is not. Or simply saying "You know, my friend has passed his advanced science subject (whatever) with high mark" and simply saying that failing a Business Subject or getting a Pass out of it is just BAD. Screw them! Your friend HAS FOUND his path, and he did well on them, good for him and congratulations. But you are simply thinking that all of us humans are the SAME, and base on the the perceptions that humans are all the same you just pointing out which one is bad which one is good which one is smart which one is stupid, and bla bla bla bla. Phew.. GoD bless you deh ya.. im not going to say things any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we accept differences? can we really? NO we can't, and in fact, how the hell such a discrimination, perception, and prejudice exist? yeah its because people just can't accept differences. I'm tired, I am getting some sleep and thinking of way to persuade my Father for him allowing me to switch major.. wakakakakaak ok See You guys in the next post.. Ganbatte! Jia Yo... waakak GBU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-2057182623142475603?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/2057182623142475603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=2057182623142475603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/2057182623142475603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/2057182623142475603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/desires-and-interests.html' title='Desires and Interests'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-2470857920799059003</id><published>2007-05-02T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:32:09.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Tour - Singapore 2 Dec' 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, basically here at Singapore i'm doing my undergrad' degree in business marketing, currently i have come to the last semester with 4 year three subjects and one of them is "Tourism Marketing" which basically studies how to market tourism product in a particular country. On the subject we are given 2 assignments requiring us to create some sort of business plan for an existing tourism company, the plan is supposed to enhance their business. Why? well i think because they don't do very well, simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, the first company is called API ( Asian Paranormal Investigator ), we are now supposed to act as a business consultant to the company, and first step is to understand what is the business? right? OK, then on 2 Dec, we 33 people as I counted excluded the API guys gathered, time was showing 7pm so that by the time we start the tour its already dark and things gone more than anything u call morbid stuffs. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First StOP - Ten Courts of Hell, HawPar Villa, Westcoast area of Singapore. Hmm.. I don't like this. We went into a large cave, cunningly shaped into a Hell Courts, the entrance door was a huge red gate guided by two warrior, one on each side. One was bull-head, one was cow-head? I cant recall... The inside was a relics in 3D shape showing 10 different level of hell courts, in each, spirits (dead-people) are tortured accordingly to their sins when finally at the end they are to cross a long bridge and meet a granny, here she will give the spirits a cup of forgotten tea before they enter a wheel of reincarnation. There are 6 different level of life forms, and if a person did well on their past life they will be reincarnated into something better, and if they did terrible things than they will be reincarnated into something lower.&lt;br /&gt;I try to recall what are the 6 levels. The lowest are very small living creatures like micro-animals, above are small animals like rats, worms which is yucky2. Above that, is sea creatures and mammals. The fourth level is noble animals that live closely together with humans like dogs, monkey, cats, birds, etc. On the fifth level are humans, but those considered slaves, poors, uneducated, and so on. On the top are humans such as noble, gallants, warriors, scholars, and all that. so yeah and so on. wakakakaka... These are taoist thought. I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SeCond StoP - Malaysia Cemetery , I cant remember the name, it was very small and located below a HDB building, there was two tombs catched our attentions, which the tour guide later on told stories of. In the middle was Princess _____ 's tomb, I can;t remember her name, she was the descendants of Sultan_____ (can;t remember as well) and suprisingly heard this Sultan was the person who signed the contract with Raffles when he handed over Singapore. The second tomb was, the Sultan's! but the tomb was very small and it looks that no one even care to look after. Thus one conclusion, whoever was inside, the names wasn't belong to them.. But where are the real one? no one knows, so MAYBE the person inside the tomb really are them! hmmmm... who knows? heheehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ThiRd StOP - Abandoned HouSes in Orchad This was more historical bases haunted house, so there was this Eurasian lady, Mary Van Ick in 1960's (not so long ago) owned 3 houses built closely to each other. One was the one she lives in with her family, one made hostels and rent to people, last one i can;t remember. However, later on due to dispute on family heritance the houses wasn;t taken care of and after she died no one ever take care. Then the reason why the house was abandoned is because they are venued in the middle of the road that is used (until now) as a shortcut by the residents of Condominium resides on the back of the houses, Grange Heights. heard of it? if u know where it is then perhaps u can spot these houses. So things went very complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went trough the abandoned house, it was big and very pretty, very beautifully done and artistic design that i guess not from asia. Nothing much really. things are very much broken and ruined it wont stand any longer than i say... 5 years?  hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fourth StoP - Chinese Cemetery (pleasant) Now the area are called "pleasant" I dont know why. but the cemetery was pretty BIG and OLD, i say looked more like a jungle than a cemetery. It was built on early 1817, and used to be called Ka Fei Shan, or Coffee Hill. Back in its early days it was one of the first chinese cemetery built on the era of 2nd generation of Singapore (1800's) the story is there was this girl that lives in a very devastated life, but she was pretty tough and live the life in a very fortitude way, she becomed slaved to the coffee yard in the area, and helped the villagers grew decent coffee. However, the villagers always hated her for no reason until in her teenage age she was sexually abused and killed. She then cursed the land, that this land will never grow any coffee and the "word" coffee is never to be verbally used by anyone. True enough later years the land didn't grow any coffee and the soil lost its fertility. Villagers who said "coffee" were passing away one by one. I don't know how it lead to cemetery haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's the background, okay what we did was visiting a tomb of a chinese opera girl back on her glorious day 1950's she was very famous. Why she was buried in such a remote area? She fell in love with a guy, apparently she was having her baby when she knew that the man has already married. Thus she couldn't;t go to any medical clinics or hospitals. She had to go to a private clinic, she was delivering her baby when she died, poor girl, in the tomb there was two little statue of eagle guarding. We then went to call spirits or whatever by pulling chain or whatever... it was scary enough that I wasn;t looking to any of that... phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! I need to go to the toilet!! This tour pissed me off, 5 hours nonstop and never gave us d chance to visit any toilet, the only toilet was in hawpar villa. However, the tour guide said its Haunted! OMG!! i need to peeeee u f*! lol! sumimasen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FifTh sToP - Punggol White House, Punggol is one of the Singapore end, if you see the MRT line this is the far end of the Purple Line. Basically when you alight on the station, u can see a large greenies area and a big white house in the middle. The house stands solely in the middle without anything else surrounds. It was built on early 70's i think, and purposely to be a center glamor building to the to-be luxury estates, but the construction never took place. Yeah, people went there often to check this and that, and they spotted ghosts and spirit such as long haired girl and a vague image of skull on the wall. wakakakaa...&lt;br /&gt;(aduh cape gw nulisnya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LasT StOP - Another Cemetery this is the oldest cemetery ever, one of the first ever built. And all the dead corpse laid inside tombs here are the very first inhabitants of Singapore. They were coming from all over China and India, left their family on China and India, they had no one here. Thus they are buried in such a way that no one taken care off, I was about getting ready on the entrance, guess what the tour guide said "One of the tomb was guarded by a man and a dog, careful with the dog and...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a dog phobic, and for one thing how can a dog live alone in a dark place such as jungle cemetery all of his life be such nicely tamed?? huh? no way man!! I'm not going... gyahahahaha... so yeah... I didn't ventured in and I don;t know what inside... bwaaakkakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;At last, the time was showing later than 12pm everyone was exhausted when the tour guide were saying thanks and bye2 haha... They left us at 24hours foodcourt in Newton area when we had our supper there before each going to their own home. Remember folks, all of the places we visited were in absolute darkness, even the cave of hell was also dark, so we can only bring small torch light. I wish i had a skytorch like batman so I can light up the whole place ^^ Are you guys any interested in this so called urban legend tour?? If u visit or in anycase stays in Singapore u can visit the website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.api.sg/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.api.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and dig up more information... GBU ALL!.. byeee22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-2470857920799059003?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/2470857920799059003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=2470857920799059003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/2470857920799059003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/2470857920799059003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/ghost-tour-singapore-2-dec-06.html' title='Ghost Tour - Singapore 2 Dec&apos; 06'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-4891288538904721010</id><published>2007-05-02T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:27:50.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 (Tujuh) Penyakit Kronis Wanita (Gyahahaha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Berdasarkan sebuah survey, beberapa penyakit yang sering dan biasanya dialami oleh wanita ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Nangisuitis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akibat : terlalu sensitif, disakitin cowok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gejala : bibir cemberut, mata kedap-kedip, sesenggukan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Efek samping : mata bengkak, saputangan banjir, hidung meler,bawaannya ngurung diri atau terkena penyakit curhatitis A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obat : dengan obat Tegaridol, dan OBH (Obat Berhati Hamba).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Curhatitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akibat : overdosis penyakit Nangisuitis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gejala : pengen nyerocos ke best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Efek samping : rahasia orang bisa bocor, terkena Nangisuitis, Penyakit ini bisa diarahkan positif jika ia ber-cuhatitis-nya ke orang yang tepat, apalagi sama Tuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obat : Perhatianicilin diminum setiap jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Shooping Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akibat : lapar mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gejala : pengen jalan ke mall melulu, mata melotot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Efek samping : lidah ngiler, mulut nganga, dompet jadi tipis. Jika sudah masuk stadium 4 (parah banget) dompet cowoknya ikutan tipis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obat : Coba minum hematcold atau tablet PD (Pengendalian Diri).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Cerewetisme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akibat : Mulut gatal pengen ngomong terus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gejala : Lebih parah dari Curhatitis B, tidak mengandung titik koma alias Nyrocos. .. cos ... cosss ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Efek samping : ludah muncrat, telinga tetangga budek, dada cowoknya bisa jadi lebih halus karena sering mengelus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obat : Lebih cepat makan pil banyakdengaramex dan minum tablet bicara lebih diperlambatikum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Lamanian Dandanitositis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akibat : Tidak PeDe dengan penampilan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gejala : Pengennya diem depan cermin. Tangan kiri gatel-gatel pengen pegang sisiran, tangan kanan kram-kram pengen teplok-teplok pipi pake bedak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Efek samping : menor, telat, cowoknya berkarat, nggak kebagian makanan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obat : Minum segera Sari Bawak (Bagi Waktu) dan Taperi (tambah percaya diri). Buat cowoknya minum Toleransikipil 230 sendok sehari sesudah dan sebelum mandi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Cemburunotomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akibat : cowoknya deket ama cewek lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gejala muka lonjong, tangan mengepal, alis menukik, gigi gemeretak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Efek samping : terkena penyakit Ngambekilation, rambut cowoknya bisa abiz dijambaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obat : Coba cegah dengan obat sirup prasangkabaik tiga sendok sehari, Pil pengertianlayaw dan tablet Selidikidahulu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Ngambekilation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Akibat : terkena Cemburunotomy, cowoknya tidak bisa penuhi keinginannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gejala : Senang mojok di sudut ruangan, nyuekin cowoknya, kadang bisa Nangisuitis juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obat : Kapsul Hadiahcincinmasilin, tablet Sabaron dan Rersyukurinis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-4891288538904721010?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/4891288538904721010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-8224846699837399986</id><published>2007-05-01T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:58:04.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day - Wawancara paling Menjengkelkan (very funny)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seorang mahasiswa sedang mengadakan studi lapangan dan mewawancarai seorang peternak ayam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Makanan apa yang Bapak berikan untuk ayam-ayam Bapak?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Yang mana dik, yang putih atau yang hitam?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Yang putih." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Campuran dedak,jagung dan beberapa bahan lainnya." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Kalau yang hitam?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Yang hitam juga ..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Berapa banyak makanan mereka per hari?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Yang mana, yang putih atau yang hitam?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Yang putih..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Kurang lebih 2 ons per ekor per hari." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Kalau yang hitam?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Yang hitam juga ..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Berapa telur yang dihasilkan per tahun?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Yang mana, putih atau hitam?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa : "Yang putih..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Rata-rata 250 butir per tahun per ekor." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Kalau yang hitam..??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Yang hitam juga." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Maaf Pak, kenapa sih Bapak selalu menanyakan yang putih atau hitam, padahal jawabannya selalu sama?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Tentu saya harus membedakannya, karena yang putih itu milik saya sendiri." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahasiswa: "Ooo..begitu, kalau yang hitam?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peternak: "Yang hitam juga." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-8224846699837399986?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-7056892262895326954</id><published>2007-05-01T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:45:01.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE BLESSED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you woke up this morningwith more health than illness,you are more blessed than the million who won't survive the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you have never experiencedthe danger of battle,the loneliness of imprisonment,the agony of torture orthe pangs of starvation,you are ahead of 20 million peoplearound the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you attend a church meetingwithout fear of harassment,arrest, torture, or death,you are more blessed than almostthree billion people in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you have food in your refrigerator,clothes on your back, a roof overYour head and a place to sleep,You are richer than 75% of this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you have money in the bank,In your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are amongThe top 8% of the world's wealthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If your parents are still married and alive,You are very rare,Especially in the United States. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful,You are blessed because the majority can,But most do not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you can hold someone's hand, hug them Or even touch them on the shoulder,You are blessed because you can Offer God's healing touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you can read this message,you are more blessed than over two billion people in the worldthat cannot read anything at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are so blessed in a way that you may never know, If you are feeling blessed, repay the blessing bestwed unto you and something for others. A blessing should not be kept, if you are a recipient of a blessing pass them and make them work for others by being the source of blessing to other people.  Again, to all my friends and my family with hug and kisses =P thx so much for such a blessing you've become for others and for me =P  GBU ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-7056892262895326954?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/7056892262895326954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=7056892262895326954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/7056892262895326954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/7056892262895326954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-are-blessed.html' title='WE ARE BLESSED!'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-8836117816284707648</id><published>2007-05-01T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:38:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVERSATION ABOUT GOD ( ENGLISH )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God. He asks one of his new students to stand and..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Yes, sir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : So you believe in God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Absolutely, sir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Is God good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Is God all-powerful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill.But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Student is silent.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fella. Is God good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Is Satan good? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Where does Satan come from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : From...God... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : So who created evil?           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Student does not answer.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Yes, sir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : So, who created them?             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Student has no answer.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : No, sir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Tell us if you have ever heard your God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : No, sir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God?Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Yet you still believe in Him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist.  What do you say to that, son? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Nothing. I only have my faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : And is there such a thing as cold? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : No sir. There isn't             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student :  Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold.  Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But, if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's calleddarkness,isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness, darker, wouldn't you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : So what is the point you are making, young man? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : Flawed? Can you explain how? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewingthe concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death, as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved (Student is from a monkey)? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realise where the argument is going.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The class is in uproar.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : Is there anyone here, who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So,according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol,science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prof. : I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student : That is it sir. The link between man &amp; god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably most of you guys, have read thiz somewhere between e-mail, FS, bulletins, and blogs. This was sent as an e-mail last year, haha just kept it in hard disk and never open.... Hope u learn some lesson. GBU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-8836117816284707648?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8836117816284707648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=8836117816284707648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/8836117816284707648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/8836117816284707648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/conversation-about-god-english.html' title='CONVERSATION ABOUT GOD ( ENGLISH )'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-6327412398276968044</id><published>2007-05-01T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:25:53.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Becanda~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey, its only a joke!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, it was a prank ok?"&lt;br /&gt;How many of us, likes to joke around? telling jokes, making pranks, sometimes is funny and can bring joy to people around you.. yeah? Becanda, itu adalah hal yg sangat wajar, lucu, dan perlu.. banyak sekali dari kita yg menganggap seeorang tidak seru ato tidak wajar kalo dia terlalu serius dan tdk bisa di ajak becanda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tetapi sering kali apa yg kita "candakan" itu tidak berkenan dihati orang.. bukan karena dia TidAk bisa di ajak becanda... tapi itu karena perkataan KiTA lah yg sudah kelewatan sampe menyakiti hati. Berapa banyak kasus yg telah terjadi hanya gara2 "guyon"? Once, i read a story, of a young man of 14 shot a machine gun randomly inside a classroom, killed most of his friends and teacher..... as the investigation, they found a very simple reason of him doing such a cruelty, "prank". This is an extreme example... cm gini deh liatnya... kalian... kalian sendiri... berapa byk dari kalian yg pernah di sakiti oleh "guyon" temen2 kalian??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saya sendiri adalah org yg 'fun', hahaha I like to jokes around, fool around, mess around just to make people laugh.. yeah I do.. gw suka sekali konyol2 di dpn temen2... BUT, now as times goes by... I started to examine faces.. muka2 dan raut2 wajah yg menunjukkan ketidak berkenanan hati... ketidak sukaan... tersinggung dsb.. lama laun saya mulai menyadari... apa yg seharusnya saya katakan dan apa yg TIDAK blh saya katakan... Saya mulai belajar untuk bercanda secara objectives dan tidak menyakiti hati org... Satu hal yg di anggap A sangat lucu... mgkn di anggep sangat menyinggung oleh B... jadi kita harus selktif...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Betul ga? Mulut adalah senjata... "it takes yeaarss to make fren, but it only takes 1 min to destry one" (hiperbolic) cm kadang bener... Hahaha... buat temen2ku... esp yg di Singapore.. kl gw suka becanda2.. dan kelewatan maapin yee... gw g maksud... cm kadang gw emang rada2.. uahuahuahiauhaiuh ok! CU di next PoSt GBU ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-6327412398276968044?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/6327412398276968044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=6327412398276968044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/6327412398276968044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/6327412398276968044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/becanda.html' title='~Becanda~'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-8125402320398309407</id><published>2007-05-01T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:22:25.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari2kuw.. yg gelap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haii... hmm.. thiz is my third blog, I don't know what I'm supposed to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Besok gw cell group liseux north buat yg kedua kalinya, hmm looking forward to it. I bring friends to this cell group coz I feel rather awkward and lonely coming by myself. One of my friends, my verryy good friend here in Singapore is the one who acompany me to thiz cell group every week, she's not that religious as she told me. Actually, she doesn't like fanatism in religion so I was afraid that she might think that I'm too fanatic or something. Coz I always sees religion in a very important side.. hihihi...But eventually as I know her more and more, she accept differences and adapt very quickly, sho she got NP with that, and neither do I ... hohoho... Ok now just leave religion for a moment, jumped into my chaotic life in Spore.&lt;br /&gt;When first I arrived in Spore, I stayed at a HDB flat with host parents, but eventually things has become very complicated when I decided to move out and share one whole unit apartment with my friends. A months searching &gt;.&lt; I found one at Tiong Bahru, block 111 woaa... hihi.. Life here is very messy, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a usual very neat and tidy person, I always clean my room I make up my own bedroom, but since I share my room here I cannot do that anymore. Phew, the condition start to change me bit by bit, hahaha kamarkuw hancuuurrr berantakan... &gt;.&lt; all I do every day is woking up at noon, take a bath, sits in front o the computer playing RO, till the next morning 4am, go to bed, the late for class the next morning... huikz2.. I really wanna change this habbit ya know... but I'm just waay to lazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seng namane ruang tamu iku penuuh dgn kabel2.. haha... gw juga males sih.. maleess bgt.. All I do everyday is useless, playing RO watching youtube.. bla bla bla... never study &gt;.&lt; ha10.. God 4give me.. kacaauu semua gt deh hidup gw.. Now I'm wondering, is thiz the common life for students at my age studying overseas, coz thAts what I've heard from everybody! lol&lt;br /&gt;I wrote thiz post at 3.17am in da morning, where I supposed to meet my friends at 10 o'clock in Kovan MRT! gila jauh bgt tuh tmpat... gw tau gw bakal telat g yah... lol Oh ya, I hope for my new friends, yg gw ajak ke cell group ini, you guys enjoy and always betah2 nemenin gw ke sana tiap minggu yah =P lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sekalian, ga tau kenapa mau nulis beginian, for all my friend di Spore, yg udah jalanin penderitaan kita bersama2 selama 7 bulan di Spore, haha fan jov cel cu mel tj n byk2 lagi... thx so much, I really glad u guys were here in da first place... especially licu, yg udah jadi cc yg bae bgt giving support and evrything2.. thx soo much2.. I really appreciate that, and I know u guys feel the same way... rite? =P... or no? gyahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Dah Ach.. gt aja dolo.. gw mau bobo ini.. bsk takut telat.. moga2 engga.. Jesus 4give me...T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-8125402320398309407?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/8125402320398309407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=8125402320398309407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/8125402320398309407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/8125402320398309407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/hari2kuw-yg-gelap.html' title='Hari2kuw.. yg gelap...'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-6107904837881153432</id><published>2007-05-01T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:20:13.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Case #1 (buabi!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a story of BrAinleSs people!!! It was mid-day, tgl brp gw lupa =P, I was acompanying my friend to her apartment. She was actually moving in to my house, and she was there for the last time to packed up left-over stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here it goes, upon arriving at the apartment she told me to wait in front of the lift.. she went upstairs so that when she get down I can help carrying all the items, so I wait and she went upstairs.. A minute later, came a security guard He was a malaysian in a middle of a phone call, with all those wire plugged into his ear (sok keren) he was speaking in malay about something2 i dunno... Dah toh, bis itu telpun nya selesei... trus dia tanya2;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What are you doing here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm waiting for a friend sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Where is your friend?" &lt;-- gObLog!! ya jelas di atas larg! gw di dpn lift ini!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Upstairs sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Which unit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this one I frankly dunno so I said "I don't know sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then he said again, now with higher tone "Which unit?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don;t know sir, probably 7th or 11th?" &lt;--- ngawur ae jwb'e, biar de'e puas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"This is your first time here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No sir, I've been here once"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So this is your second time?" &lt;-- bego bgt sih nih org!! nek wes kesini sekali yo iki kedua kali lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Then why you don't know where is he staying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"yeah, I just don't know sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Call him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pas itu gw ada dua hp di tangan, hape gw sendiri ama hape temenkuw itu! dia g bawa hpnya ke atas, jadi gw jawab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"She left her phone sir, here look" sambil nujukin hp nya.. jaga2 aja sapa tau selain bego dia jg aga buta2 gt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He or She?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"She"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"U don't know her phone number?? What kind of friend are you??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%" target="_new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;^ aku maune wes marah, INI LHO HAPENYA ADA DI SINI!! setan! &lt;--- buta beneran kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"She left it here sir, look!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Okay, phone her home.. house number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ya ampun, temen gw tinggal di rumah ii nya, mana gw tau nomer rumah iinya, bahkan temen gw sendiri jg g pernah tau! so I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't know sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then He start acting like a monkey who lost all his bananas.. "EVERYTHING U DON'T KNOW!, THAT'S GREAT!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gw ampe pasang muka swt, haa?? heran bgt! gila! trus tau2 temennya di belakang kuw... ikut2an... temennya itu cuma tukang kayu biasa.. w/o any uniform, which means he doesn't held any authority at all!! exept for cutting all those lumbers... dia blg gini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You don;t have anything here, please leave" the start to get angry as well as said once again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"GO AWAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gila g sih?? trus si security tuh ikutan2 blg, "you better leave" "GO AWAY!"  ya udah aku g mau buat masalh aku blg  tenang "Okay sir, I'm leaving"&lt;br /&gt;tau ga? ampe di temenin ke parking lot.. di teriak2in "LEAVE2" "GO AWAY2"&lt;br /&gt;Pas udah dia tinggalin aku udah mau pigi2.. tau2 dia lari ke aku lagi...blg "There's your friend!" masih dgn muka menyebalkan.. trus gw ikutin dia ke dpn lift lagi kan.. ketemu temenkuw.. gt dia masih marah2 di dpn muka temenkuw blg gini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He is your friend??!! You're staying at 21st level right? He was saying all 7th 11th!!!" Gitu kon!! aargghhh... aku udah mulai emosi akhire aku blg dgn nada tinggi setenang mgkn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"lOok! (you moron) She never told me okay?" y udah trs dia pigi.. aku urus2...&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya setelah.. tau... dia ngomong terakhir2 ama temenkuw.. kl dia kira aku org vietnam.. yg punya maksud engga2... criminals... getu.. jadi dia tuh kaya Prejudice gt.. trus brdasarkan pikirannya dia doang aku org vietnam dia jadi kaya gt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you guys said it was all security procedures, u better think twice.. Nothing was near thAt!!! His words was nothing more than abusive words.. bentak2.. yelling2.. ARrghhh...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so thAT's my unpleasant experience.. I never ever blame my friend for this, reallly.... so I'm sorry if you feel so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-6107904837881153432?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/6107904837881153432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=6107904837881153432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/6107904837881153432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/6107904837881153432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/singapore-case-1-buabi.html' title='Singapore Case #1 (buabi!)'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2853130085799376167.post-6857330658723377798</id><published>2007-05-01T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:11:09.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the first blog I ever wrote, gw sebenrnya org Indo. Cuma biar keren pake inggris aja nulisnya =.="&lt;br /&gt;I never wrote blogs before, I've seen plenty of blogs myself, from Friendster and Xanga, its fun to see them and I was wondering if this is fun to write HoHOho. I'm a problematic person, I have no idea how I can attract those much problems, thats why i decided to make this blog, start to write things where i should, daripada kesana 2x g jelas!!&lt;br /&gt;trS satoe lagi, English is not my first language, thus mistakes there and here.. yagh jing jai lag.. I'm chinese myself, chinese who cannot speak chinese... wohoho &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2853130085799376167-6857330658723377798?l=brownhippo2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/feeds/6857330658723377798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2853130085799376167&amp;postID=6857330658723377798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/6857330658723377798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2853130085799376167/posts/default/6857330658723377798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brownhippo2.blogspot.com/2007/05/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>レイモン</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15897416515555247564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
