<?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-12956196</id><updated>2011-11-28T11:35:17.091+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My weird mind defines my character</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is a collection of everything. There are a collection of published articles that I wrote when I was still a full-time journalist. There are also some essays that I have written during my scholar years. There are random thoughts and rambling about things that come to my head. It is basically everything and anything that made me me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12956196.post-322209818022578152</id><published>2008-06-14T04:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:29:27.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'Hobbit man' may be new species</title><summary type='text'>The Jakarta Post ,  Jakarta   |  Sat, 03/05/2005 12:26 PMThe Jakarta Post, JakartaTechnical studies on the brain of the controversial Homo floresiensis, nicknamed ""the Hobbit"", shows that it might be a new species in the family tree of modern man's evolution.Finding a reason for the diminutive chimpanzee-sized brain of the Hobbit has caused several disputes since its discovery in September 2003</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/322209818022578152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=322209818022578152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/322209818022578152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/322209818022578152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/hobbit-man-may-be-new-species.html' title='&apos;Hobbit man&apos; may be new species'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-1442212218646556736</id><published>2008-06-14T04:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:28:39.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RI students seek broader experience in Britain</title><summary type='text'>RI students seek broader experience in BritainThe Jakarta Post ,  Jakarta   |  Mon, 03/07/2005 12:33 PMThe Jakarta Post, JakartaTinna, a 23-year-old graduate of Pelita Harapan University, is convinced that studying abroad will expand her horizons and enrich her with experiences she could not possibly get in Indonesia.""I cannot make a comparison about the quality of art education (in Indonesia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/1442212218646556736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=1442212218646556736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/1442212218646556736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/1442212218646556736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/ri-students-seek-broader-experience-in.html' title='RI students seek broader experience in Britain'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-5839157423268930984</id><published>2008-06-14T04:27:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:27:46.681+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'Puskemas' play key role in TB fight</title><summary type='text'>'Puskemas' play key role in TB fightThe Jakarta Post ,  Jakarta   |  Mon, 03/21/2005 1:02 PMThe Jakarta Post, JakartaCommunity health centers (Puskesmas) are at the forefront of the increasingly successful fight against tuberculosis in Indonesia, according to experts.Since the health centers began actively participating in anti-tuberculosis programs in 2002, the rate of recovery for tuberculosis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/5839157423268930984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=5839157423268930984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/5839157423268930984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/5839157423268930984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/puskemas-play-key-role-in-tb-fight.html' title='&apos;Puskemas&apos; play key role in TB fight'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-1407027669575354321</id><published>2008-06-14T04:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:26:57.695+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Free medication boosts tuberculosis recovery rate</title><summary type='text'>Free medication boosts tuberculosis recovery rateThe Jakarta Post ,  Jakarta   |  Wed, 03/23/2005 1:11 PMRodiyah nods and smiles when asked if she will finish the entire six-month course of tuberculosis (TB) medicine that the Setiabudi district community health center (Puskesmas) is providing her free of charge.""I want to get well this time around,"" the 50-year-old woman says.When she was first</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/1407027669575354321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=1407027669575354321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/1407027669575354321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/1407027669575354321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/free-medication-boosts-tuberculosis.html' title='Free medication boosts tuberculosis recovery rate'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-2939096259937830836</id><published>2008-06-14T04:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:26:18.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Companies told to invest more in computer security</title><summary type='text'>Companies told to invest more in computer securityThe Jakarta Post ,  Jakarta   |  Sat, 03/26/2005 1:23 PMThe Jakarta Post, JakartaIndonesian firms have been told to spend more on protecting their computer systems now that information technology plays a pivotal role in businesses.BT Bellua Asia Pacific information security consultant Jim Geovedi said the current state of cyber security in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/2939096259937830836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=2939096259937830836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/2939096259937830836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/2939096259937830836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/companies-told-to-invest-more-in.html' title='Companies told to invest more in computer security'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-8895541899772474396</id><published>2008-06-14T04:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:24:44.178+10:00</updated><title type='text'>RI needs big investment for clean drinking water</title><summary type='text'>RI needs big investment for clean drinking waterThe Jakarta Post ,  Jakarta   |  Sat, 04/02/2005 2:09 PMThe Jakarta Post, JakartaIndonesia needs a massive effort and investment of up to US$5 billion, to be able to supply half of its population with clean drinking water by 2015, experts say.Core problems exist within the regional administration-owned tap water companies (PDAM) nationwide, they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/8895541899772474396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=8895541899772474396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8895541899772474396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8895541899772474396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/ri-needs-big-investment-for-clean.html' title='RI needs big investment for clean drinking water'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-8458600842716876658</id><published>2008-06-14T04:13:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:16:55.945+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Better welfare won't stop deforestation</title><summary type='text'>An article I wrote during my journalist year Better welfare won't stop deforestation The Jakarta Post , Jakarta | Fri, 01/28/2005 9:52 AM The Jakarta Post, JakartaImproving the economic welfare of communities living in forested areas would do little to reduce the widespread illegal logging across the country, environmentalists say.Director of the Indonesian Center for Environmental Law (ICEL) </summary><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/_viblogspot/hub/Better-welfare-wont-stop-deforestation' title='Better welfare won&apos;t stop deforestation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/8458600842716876658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=8458600842716876658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8458600842716876658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8458600842716876658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-welfare-wont-stop-deforestation.html' title='Better welfare won&apos;t stop deforestation'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-7911635801972029688</id><published>2008-06-14T04:11:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:13:12.297+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Gout in Asian Countries</title><summary type='text'>The Offal TruthThe Jakarta Post , Jakarta | Sat, 05/24/2008 11:10 AM | HealthIn the West, it's considered a disease of times gone, or at most an old man's affliction. Here (Indonesia), it remains a relatively common problem, especially among men. Vivi takes a closer look at gout. A typical lunch for Ferdy used to consist of chowing down on amazingly tasty animal parts - the innards, lungs and </summary><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/_viblogspot/hub/The-Offal-Truth' title='Gout in Asian Countries'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/7911635801972029688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=7911635801972029688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/7911635801972029688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/7911635801972029688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/gout-in-asian-countries.html' title='Gout in Asian Countries'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-7295011684738928579</id><published>2008-06-14T04:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:11:48.164+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Chinese Indonesian</title><summary type='text'>Being Chinese and IndonesianThe Jakarta Post | Wed, 01/23/2008 10:25 AM | Life I call myself an ordinary Indonesian. I speak fluent Indonesian as well as a local dialect, eat Indonesian food (that includes being a very good chili eater) and have an Indonesian passport. But when I walk on the street, I sometimes hear people calling me "Cina" (Chinese). When I first heard the term as a child, I was</summary><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/_viblogspot/hub/Being-Chinese-and-Indonesian' title='Being Chinese Indonesian'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/7295011684738928579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=7295011684738928579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/7295011684738928579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/7295011684738928579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-chinese-indonesian.html' title='Being Chinese Indonesian'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-5730841433558900967</id><published>2008-06-14T04:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:10:34.904+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean food</title><summary type='text'>An article from my journalist yearThe Jakarta Post , Jakarta | Wed, 04/27/2005 3:30 PM | Life The Jakarta Post, JakartaFor Seoul-born Lupina Cho, 27, meal time is family time. It is a time when families enjoy the food and mothers spoil their families with many side dishes. Meat, especially beef, is a treat for her family.""Meat is the main attraction of the whole meal. For example, we will have </summary><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/_viblogspot/hub/Korean-Food--Rich-in-Flavor-but-Low-in-Fat' title='Korean food'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/5730841433558900967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=5730841433558900967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/5730841433558900967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/5730841433558900967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/korean-food.html' title='Korean food'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-3454488180024009747</id><published>2008-06-14T04:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:09:39.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Historical Factors Influencing Australian Contemporary Nursing</title><summary type='text'>An essay I wrote during my nursing degree===Contemporary nursing in Australia has gone through many phases. Nursing was initially a vocation based on religious values, humanism, self-devotion and sacrifice. The fundamental Nightingale system was based on female virtues, emphasis on discipline and displacement of men (Godden and Forsyth, 2000).Although the practice has evolved, the public image of</summary><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/_viblogspot/hub/Factors-influencing-Australian-contemporary-nursing' title='Historical Factors Influencing Australian Contemporary Nursing'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/3454488180024009747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=3454488180024009747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/3454488180024009747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/3454488180024009747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/historical-factors-influencing.html' title='Historical Factors Influencing Australian Contemporary Nursing'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-8787851624063482391</id><published>2008-06-14T04:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:08:22.771+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Some causes of constipation</title><summary type='text'>Inhibited intestinal motility causes repeated absorption of water, producing dry and hard stools as little water is left to soften and lubricate the stools (Crisp &amp; Taylor, 2001).This causes the affected individual to strain when defecating and can lead to hemorrhoid. The distended bowel gives a feeling of abdominal fullness and discomfort (Partridge &amp; Smith, 1987).Hardened fecal material that is</summary><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/_viblogspot/hub/Some-constipation-causes' title='Some causes of constipation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/8787851624063482391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=8787851624063482391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8787851624063482391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8787851624063482391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-causes-of-constipation.html' title='Some causes of constipation'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-144142648809270793</id><published>2008-06-14T04:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:07:32.351+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The process of food digestion</title><summary type='text'>Mouth and Salivary OrgansDigestion starts at the mouth where ingestion and chewing occur to reduce food size. Saliva is secreted to enable taste sensation and foodstuff lubrication. Digestion of carbohydrate begins, facilitated by salivary amylase enzyme. Carbohydrate is hydrolyzed from polysaccharides into disaccharides. Lysozyme, which acts as an antibiotic agent, is also secreted.Deglutition </summary><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/_viblogspot/hub/Cause-of-bowel-movement-shortly-after-a-meal' title='The process of food digestion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/144142648809270793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=144142648809270793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/144142648809270793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/144142648809270793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/process-of-food-digestion.html' title='The process of food digestion'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-4804906830025881576</id><published>2008-06-14T04:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:05:56.753+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Avian or Bird Flu - Australia case Study</title><summary type='text'>Avian flu - Australian case studyThere are up to 500 strains of influenza viruses and they constantly change and evolve. They are normally highly species-specific and only rarely spill over to cause infection in other species. (Farndon, 2005)Influenza type A virus affects humans and animals. One of them, the avian influenza virus has been recorded to affect birds and human. Only four, of the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/_viblogspot/hub/Avian-flu-or-bird-flu-in-Australia' title='Avian or Bird Flu - Australia case Study'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/4804906830025881576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=4804906830025881576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/4804906830025881576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/4804906830025881576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/avian-or-bird-flu-australia-case-study.html' title='Avian or Bird Flu - Australia case Study'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12956196.post-6152609056828244143</id><published>2008-06-14T04:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T04:03:51.162+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inclusive education broadens students' perspective</title><summary type='text'>An article from my journalist yearThe Jakarta Post , Jakarta | Thu, 04/14/2005 1:27 PM The Jakarta Post, JakartaEveryone has something to offer, that is one of the most valuable things a child can learn.Raisa Aurora, a 13-year-old girl, wrote in her award-winning essay that she learned about truth and patience from her schoolmate who suffers from Down's syndrome, a congenital condition </summary><link rel='related' href='http://hubpages.com/_viblogspot/hub/Inclusive-Education-for-Children-with-Intellectual-Disability' title='Inclusive education broadens students&apos; perspective'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/6152609056828244143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=6152609056828244143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/6152609056828244143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/6152609056828244143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/inclusive-education-broadens-students.html' title='Inclusive education broadens students&apos; perspective'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-1194025341101074674</id><published>2008-06-14T00:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:24:27.809+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips for traveling to Asia</title><summary type='text'>If you are a non-Asian, especially if you are Caucasian, and you somehow have to stay in an Asian country for a while, I have some tips for you. This is probably useful for those who are traveling to Asian countries too.However, even if you are Asian but you have a different skin colour, e.g. Indian versus Chinese and vice versa, this might be applicable too.The reason why I am writing this is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/1194025341101074674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=1194025341101074674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/1194025341101074674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/1194025341101074674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/06/tips-for-traveling-to-asia.html' title='Tips for traveling to Asia'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-8129812518970762427</id><published>2008-04-05T17:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:56:12.571+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating and the amusement park</title><summary type='text'>I think that dating is like spending a day in an amusement park. There are so many rides, so many activitities to do, so many planning, so many people, so much time wasted on the trip and queuing. Ultimately, we either go home exhausted but happy or dreadfully terrified of all the buzz the park has to offer. Two rides that I think can represent my view on this topic are the roller coaster and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/8129812518970762427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=8129812518970762427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8129812518970762427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8129812518970762427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/04/dating-and-amusement-park.html' title='Dating and the amusement park'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-5395774467646879591</id><published>2008-04-05T14:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:28:56.732+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Vivi</title><summary type='text'>I was having a discussion with a couple of friends about love. Is it simple or is it complicated? Is it hard or is it easy? What is love? When people say that first love never dies, do you think it’s true?I think it is. First love or past loves will always have a place in your heart but not necessarily the one that you focus your attention, feeling, sacrifices and decisions on.For me, past loves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/5395774467646879591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=5395774467646879591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/5395774467646879591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/5395774467646879591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-and-vivi.html' title='Love and Vivi'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-1830343471887574845</id><published>2008-04-05T14:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:28:13.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If Life is like a DVD player</title><summary type='text'>Why do we forgive but don’t forget? Why can’t memories be like a movie played in a DVD player? I’d like a remote control with that please. Some chips would be great to go with the menu. Subtitle all the languages I do not understand. Replay events that I don’t get. Rewind words that I do not comprehend. Pause moments I’d like to remember. Fast forward tasks I do not enjoy doing.Unfortunately, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/1830343471887574845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=1830343471887574845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/1830343471887574845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/1830343471887574845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-life-is-like-dvd-player.html' title='If Life is like a DVD player'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-4832386455930301404</id><published>2008-04-05T14:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:27:19.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random words</title><summary type='text'>I should know better than to let words become swords in my tiny little brain.When the edge strikes through my heart, it splits into tiny pieces that condemns all positive thoughtsReflection of reality passes through as it waves goodbye to meI’m flying and fell into the dark night skyWhere hawks still fly and look for preyI am a preyOf humans’ greed and unsatisfied desireI am the wormThat the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/4832386455930301404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=4832386455930301404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/4832386455930301404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/4832386455930301404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-words.html' title='Random words'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-7289205120633797943</id><published>2008-04-05T14:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:25:56.067+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I would therefore I will</title><summary type='text'>You know, I would if I could. I could have if I wanted to. Although this time, memories are provocatively bleak and pain is just a few seconds away. My heart would rather claim amnesia but my logic loops through undignified reality. Sorrow and happiness mingle inside a crowded space. The future shouts, “let’s go” but the past whines, “come back.”When two worlds collide, no summary will ever be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/7289205120633797943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=7289205120633797943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/7289205120633797943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/7289205120633797943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-would-therefore-i-will.html' title='I would therefore I will'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-8241173282341544965</id><published>2008-04-05T14:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:25:13.656+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution 2008</title><summary type='text'>I am shaped by hard days and hard nightsI am made of steel and pulpI am reminded of the beauties around me by good memories and happy timesI am grateful of the bad and beautiful experiences I've hadI cherish the wisdom given to meI learn everything from everything that was given to meSo this year,I'll do what I want to do I'll give what I want to giveI'll like what and who I want to likeI'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/8241173282341544965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=8241173282341544965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8241173282341544965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/8241173282341544965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-years-resolution-2008.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution 2008'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-6833020309467011675</id><published>2007-12-26T18:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:50:05.104+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You, my friend, are a champ!</title><summary type='text'>I think that the hardest thing in life is to be insecure. Insecurity sort of blocks everything that a person can do and achieve. It prevents one from striving and reaches his/her goal. I have a lot of insecurities but also confidence at the same time. I appear confident because I choose to be. Although, I know that if I let myself dwell in it, my insecurity will rob away my happiness and ability </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/6833020309467011675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=6833020309467011675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/6833020309467011675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/6833020309467011675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-my-friend-are-champ.html' title='You, my friend, are a champ!'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-77421041777113791</id><published>2007-12-26T18:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:27:37.918+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My endless list of questions.. to be continued</title><summary type='text'>If knowledge is power, I don't understand why the truth is often concealed.If honesty is like gold, why do we find it hard to accept the truth and feel weak when we eventually find it?If the truth sets you free, why does it sometimes imprison you instead?Why can’t some questions be fully answered?Why do we have standards? Do standards protect the ones who believe in them or the one being judged </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/77421041777113791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=77421041777113791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/77421041777113791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/77421041777113791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-endless-list-of-questions-to-be.html' title='My endless list of questions.. to be continued'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-7282140170006158119</id><published>2007-12-26T18:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:24:34.179+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlock Holmes</title><summary type='text'>I am not……Hoping for anythingAsking for muchPutting too much hopePretending to be contentYearning for anything much anymore*I want to …Respect realityUncover hidden agendasNegotiate for a better circumstance*I feel like …Carrying onRisking everythingYes-ing all expectationsInviting myself to paradiseNoting all my blessingsGaining my own wisdom and self respect again*I wish for …HopeOrdeals to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/7282140170006158119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=7282140170006158119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/7282140170006158119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/7282140170006158119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2007/12/sherlock-holmes.html' title='Sherlock Holmes'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-115910616745294177</id><published>2006-09-24T23:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:56:07.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing Me</title><summary type='text'>Me is an ordinary looking girl. Me is not an Australian size 6 or 8.Nor is Me tall and skinny. Me does not have big eyes and beautifullyshaped nose. Me’s body is not as proportional as Me wants it to be. Me’sweight is heavier than what Me desires.Me’s appearance is just so plain that Me will fade when she stands nextto a supermodel.Me’s personality is also not that great. Me is not as patient, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/115910616745294177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=115910616745294177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/115910616745294177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/115910616745294177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/09/embracing-me.html' title='Embracing Me'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-115646893169992760</id><published>2006-08-25T11:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:26:17.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a pleasing plant</title><summary type='text'>Spring is coming and the sun is starting to shine more. Its rays are beaming on the places that were previously too cold for me to bear because I don’t like cold that much. Cold affects my mood as it makes me lazier. It also affects my activities because I find that going for a walk is simply too cold to bear. It has also made me put on more clothes which can restrict my movements. It also makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/115646893169992760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=115646893169992760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/115646893169992760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/115646893169992760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-to-be-pleasing-plant.html' title='I want to be a pleasing plant'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-115573330467597123</id><published>2006-08-16T22:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:01:44.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew! I thank God there is a God!</title><summary type='text'>To my beautiful and handsome readers,Keep pressing in through hard timesKeep believing through doubtKeep loving through prosecutionThese were the message that my friend received from God when we starteda church small group a few months back. The group was intended to help each other to grow in maturity and give encouragement to those who need it. I emailed this to my group members:Many of us (if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/115573330467597123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=115573330467597123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/115573330467597123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/115573330467597123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/08/phew-i-thank-god-there-is-god_16.html' title='Phew! I thank God there is a God!'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-115504262730677314</id><published>2006-08-08T23:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:19:41.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Thing I Can Never Let Go</title><summary type='text'>Dear Lord,I just can’t stop praising YouAnd being thankful for all the things that have happened to me.I have injured my backI have lost my jobI have lost my mobile phoneI have lost an uncle because of cancerBut I have gained so much more in YouI know that it might sound weird but despite all these things, I just feel very peaceful, happy and so in love with You all over again.I feel that Your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/115504262730677314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=115504262730677314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/115504262730677314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/115504262730677314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/08/only-thing-i-can-never-let-go.html' title='The Only Thing I Can Never Let Go'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-114530086258637462</id><published>2006-04-18T05:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T05:14:29.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confession</title><summary type='text'>I have just realized something… I’ve realized how ignorant I can get sometimes and how I see things from the shallow surface without really looking at the future and the hidden meanings behind those things… Ok, this gets quite confusing…Geezz... I guess that I am too focused on the “right now” moment and often forget about the future circumstances or the facts of the past. I guess that I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/114530086258637462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=114530086258637462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114530086258637462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114530086258637462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-confession.html' title='My Confession'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-114472964722344034</id><published>2006-04-11T14:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:48:41.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys, Handbags and Relationships</title><summary type='text'>I went to a girls' discussion group today with a couple of girls from my church. Our main topic strayed from the proposed one. But it was all good…because we talked about love relationship. Hahaha…I think that when friends meet up with each other we often talk about this. One of the things that triggered the conversation was the fact that one of my friends is so in love. She talked about an ex </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/114472964722344034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=114472964722344034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114472964722344034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114472964722344034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/04/guys-handbags-and-relationships.html' title='Guys, Handbags and Relationships'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-114328879128496800</id><published>2006-03-25T23:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:13:11.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is that?!</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder… if I didn’t do the things I did yesterday which consequences I regret so much today….. Will those unwanted events still happen anyway? Why does a flick of a finger or even little words and actions that didn’t seem to matter, seem to have the capability to change your wishes, hopes and dreams in an instant?Why am I so careless and unthinking sometimes?Why can’t I be flawless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/114328879128496800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=114328879128496800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114328879128496800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114328879128496800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-is-that.html' title='Why is that?!'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-114215002153978683</id><published>2006-03-12T18:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:04:51.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tides in Our Lives</title><summary type='text'>We all have our fair share of ups and downs. In life, we experience happiness, sadness, pain, heartache, anger, fear and peace. Just like the oceans which never miss a visit from the tides. The gravitational forces of the sun and the moon cause the sea level to rise up and down at certain times of the day. In our lives there are fates, destiny and consequences that play a role in determining our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/114215002153978683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=114215002153978683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114215002153978683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114215002153978683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/03/tides-in-our-lives.html' title='The Tides in Our Lives'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-114104882026492015</id><published>2006-02-28T00:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:03:27.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What a true leader is... an opinion..</title><summary type='text'>Some people would find it easy to talk and blend with anyone regardless of culture and background differences but many of us 'International' people tend to stick with those with the same nationalities as ours.I think that one of the main culprits is shyness and our tendency to be introverts with people who are strangers and have different backgrounds from us.If you notice, in Australia, it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/114104882026492015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=114104882026492015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114104882026492015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114104882026492015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-true-leader-is-opinion.html' title='What a true leader is... an opinion..'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-114102968350783411</id><published>2006-02-27T19:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:41:23.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I want to be</title><summary type='text'>Where do I want to be?That's a hard question. I was listening to this song, called: "Where I wanna be"Somehow the words confronted me. If you ask me this question, I'll ask you another question."What do you mean?"See how complicated I am? Then again, everyone is complicated and you can never truly understand someone. This is a beauty of being human. Every one of us has our own mystery that is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/114102968350783411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=114102968350783411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114102968350783411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/114102968350783411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-i-want-to-be.html' title='Where I want to be'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112377819306177514</id><published>2005-08-12T02:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T02:36:33.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something stupid! My assignment has turned me insane.. haha</title><summary type='text'>Roses are red, violets are blueIf love is red, why can it make people blue?A cow moos to the barking dog,“Moo-ve your bark-ing mouth elsewhere, you dog face”Spring is coming, winter is leavingWhy is my room so hot when it’s so cold outside?(durr, turn your heater off!)Money is good, money is badI just wanna be good cos I have been badRoses are red, violets are blueI think this poem is purely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112377819306177514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112377819306177514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112377819306177514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112377819306177514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-something-stupid-my-assignment.html' title='Just something stupid! My assignment has turned me insane.. haha'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112313036342712602</id><published>2005-08-04T14:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:50:31.411+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A story of a little girl's travel</title><summary type='text'>The little girl in red said to her father, “Can I go out and see the world for a while? I promise I will come back.”Little girl dreams of the excitement of the wild world where people hug each other and seem overly happy after drinking a strange liquid from the bar. She dreams of the endless chitchat and shopping journey with fellow little girls. She dreams of traveling to Africa, Europe and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112313036342712602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112313036342712602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112313036342712602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112313036342712602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/08/story-of-little-girls-travel.html' title='A story of a little girl&apos;s travel'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112252814700943379</id><published>2005-07-28T15:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:22:27.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The outcome of my effort in finding the meaning of the word.. SOULMATE</title><summary type='text'>As an effort to solve the mystery of soulmate, I read a book called When Boy Meets Girl by Joshua Harris.  I and many of my friends are confused about finding the right person and we ask questions as an attempt to understand it. Joshua wrote an epilogue on how His granddaughter asked him about Eve as his destined love and match.. Here is what he writes:Adam said: “You ask these questions because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112252814700943379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112252814700943379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112252814700943379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112252814700943379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/07/outcome-of-my-effort-in-finding.html' title='The outcome of my effort in finding the meaning of the word.. SOULMATE'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112187871027313268</id><published>2005-07-21T02:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:37:38.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A story of a girl called Vivi and her philosophies</title><summary type='text'>Vivi is a talkative, bubbly, loud and happy girl. She often acts childish but Vivi likes thinking and pondering. It comes naturally to her. If you know her long and well enough, you can sometimes find her quiet for a few moment sometimes.That is when she has her precious thinking time. Vivi can’t stop thinking. She ponders and questions stuff when she is in the shower and even when she drives, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112187871027313268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112187871027313268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112187871027313268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112187871027313268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/07/story-of-girl-called-vivi-and-her.html' title='A story of a girl called Vivi and her philosophies'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112144468501316716</id><published>2005-07-16T02:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:51:22.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My to do list</title><summary type='text'>My to do list in my faith journey... Easy to do? No... but taking out self egois never easy... Trying trying to do these but I often fail.. But I will try again and again even if I fail again and again..I mustI mustI must:· Endure in my workmanship· Prosper and bear fruit in personal life first· Praise, worship and seek God more above all things· Not worry about the things of the world. That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112144468501316716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112144468501316716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112144468501316716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112144468501316716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-to-do-list.html' title='My to do list'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112144397694326591</id><published>2005-07-16T02:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:53:44.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just wondering</title><summary type='text'>I was just wondering…If everything is always easy and we get everything that we want, will we have truly have a great life?Will we still be unhappy?Will there still be sadness?Will there still be unsatisfaction?Will there still be loneliness?Pain?Boredom?How do you define a great life?Unlimited amount of money will still get me bored when I don’t know what else I can use my money for and I guess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112144397694326591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112144397694326591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112144397694326591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112144397694326591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-was-just-wondering.html' title='I was just wondering'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112144379061242999</id><published>2005-07-15T23:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:56:41.490+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My prayer</title><summary type='text'>*What is like for me to be Christian? Why do I have my faith? What is my perception of God? Here goes... My very personal letter to God... Maybe it sounds stupid for some of you... Maybe it sounds superficial, maybe what I pray for seems impossible...But hey, this is me and I am not trying to kill anyone... Just wanna be a better person...and it's okay to be me, isn't it? *Dear Lord, I bow my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112144379061242999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112144379061242999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112144379061242999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112144379061242999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-prayer.html' title='My prayer'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112143455922160303</id><published>2005-07-15T18:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:59:52.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Where faith has brought me in life</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps… life isn’t meant to be easyPerhaps… it is not meant to be understoodBut to live a life for a purpose is to have faith… in yourself and whatever you choose to have faith forI guess that I just want to have change into a better person each dayTo have a heart that is filled with compassion like my Lord’s heartTo learn to love with compassionTo take each day with joy and be grateful for each</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112143455922160303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112143455922160303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112143455922160303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112143455922160303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-faith-has-brought-me-in-life.html' title='Where faith has brought me in life'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112141576123238546</id><published>2005-07-15T18:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:24:47.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of....</title><summary type='text'>Instead of complaining, why don't we start praising?Instead of questioning, why don't we start believing?Instead of judging, why don't we start accepting?Instead of pointing fingers, why don't we start forgiving?Instead of waiting, why don't we start stepping out?Instead of reading this, why don't we start praying?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112141576123238546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112141576123238546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112141576123238546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112141576123238546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/07/instead-of.html' title='Instead of....'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-112083606351930173</id><published>2005-07-09T01:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:10:26.333+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thin Line Between Personality, Behaviour and Image</title><summary type='text'>When an Asian girl is stuck among her conventional ‘overseas’ Asian friends, she will find comments that will reflect the culture of the commentator’s origin.Being an ‘out-there’, loud, frank, transparent and outspoken Indonesian born woman who has been living in Australia for 8 years, the comments I often get from friends and relatives are:“You are a girl, behave like a girl.”“Girls don’t do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/112083606351930173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=112083606351930173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112083606351930173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/112083606351930173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/07/thin-line-between-personality.html' title='The Thin Line Between Personality, Behaviour and Image'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111997007775767904</id><published>2005-06-29T00:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:16:27.136+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My weight and the ME in my choice in being me</title><summary type='text'>I have put on around 1 Kg since I came back to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;Melbourne. The easiest reason to blame on is…winter! &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;“It’s so cold that I need to eat so that my body can burn the energy it needs to keep warm.” “I can’t help it, I get hungry in winter.”“Many people are going through the same thing so we can get fat together.”  Those are some of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111997007775767904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111997007775767904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111997007775767904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111997007775767904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-weight-and-me-in-my-choice-in-being.html' title='My weight and the ME in my choice in being me'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111967419257382931</id><published>2005-06-25T14:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:24:21.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My philosophy on life,love,joy,death,hate and sadness</title><summary type='text'> LIFE from my perspective is perhaps:L.oving one's own self and othersI.mmuning one's self to self-destructionF.orwarding good deeds to othersE.ncouraging peace into the world=LOVE from my perspective is perhaps:L.earning to accept someone as who they areO.vercoming obstacles together and growV.anishing the differences and weakness of someone from one's thoughtsE.stablishing a strong foundation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111967419257382931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111967419257382931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111967419257382931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111967419257382931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-philosophy-on-lifelovejoydeathhate.html' title='My philosophy on life,love,joy,death,hate and sadness'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111934632003775843</id><published>2005-06-21T19:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:26:59.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushing God</title><summary type='text'>As I sit in the waiting room at the airport, sulking over the delay which will decrease my shopping time in the Changi Airport, I realize that sometimes we have to wait a little more to get to our destination. I guess that it brings me to understanding that often I get too impatient to get to where I want to be. The thing is, I actually realized that the one hour delay could be a good thing. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111934632003775843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111934632003775843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111934632003775843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111934632003775843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/06/rushing-god.html' title='Rushing God'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111778496751210340</id><published>2005-06-03T17:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:29:46.180+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Quiz.. so accurate it's scary</title><summary type='text'>Free personality analysis from ColorQuiz.com.Generated on Thu Jun 2 23:31:31 2005.** I did this test over boredom today. Man, how scary the result was. It was almost all accurate.. well at least it describes my current situation. **Here are the result and my analysis=============Your Existing SituationFeels obstructed in her desires and prevented from obtaining the things she regards as essential</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111778496751210340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111778496751210340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111778496751210340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111778496751210340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/06/color-quiz-so-accurate-its-scary.html' title='Color Quiz.. so accurate it&apos;s scary'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111770763814031920</id><published>2005-06-02T20:20:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:07:45.283+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to all my Exes</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Friendster’s bulletin board, I was thinking back through my so-called love life experience.I haven’t really had any very super serious relationship previously and I guess I had an issue with totally surrender to someone’s will. Just as it is hard for me to surrender to God’s will and I guess that’s why, often, I have to sit and wait for God to take control.I hate losing control. I didn’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111770763814031920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111770763814031920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111770763814031920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111770763814031920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/06/tribute-to-all-my-exs.html' title='A tribute to all my Exes'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111739174032884134</id><published>2005-05-30T04:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:11:18.790+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am weird because of my brain</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;I found out the scientific reason on my complexity and weirdness as a person.I am gonna blame it on my brain.,On a test I did recently, I found out that my brain is 60% masculine and 40% female. Maybe that explains why I am often one of the boys and think/act like a guy sometimes. Some people call me “macho”. I told them I’m very feminine inside and they laughed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111739174032884134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111739174032884134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111739174032884134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111739174032884134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-weird-because-of-my-brain.html' title='I am weird because of my brain'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111703339460024051</id><published>2005-05-26T01:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:42:12.370+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair teaches me about life</title><summary type='text'>This morning, I was watching the flyaway hair on the crown of my head that grows after a period of hair loss. Losing hair, for a sentimental long haired woman like me, is a big deal. For guys, going bald probably makes them feel insecure because it is a sign of aging and loss of attractiveness.As for myself, long hair makes me feel more womanly and makes me look more mature. I often get mistaken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111703339460024051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111703339460024051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111703339460024051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111703339460024051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-hair-teaches-me-about-life.html' title='My hair teaches me about life'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111683832234765255</id><published>2005-05-23T18:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:10:06.253+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Different personalities color the confused world</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wanted to be someone else? Have you ever thought that every one is better than you or luckier than you? Have you ever felt that no one would notice if you disappear because you were never good anyway?Rest assured, it is okay to be you because each of us is made different for a purpose and knowing your and others' differences will help you get along, understand and accept people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111683832234765255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111683832234765255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111683832234765255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111683832234765255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/different-personalities-color-confused.html' title='Different personalities color the confused world'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111653308451751330</id><published>2005-05-20T06:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:11:24.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Does love exist? A new perspective</title><summary type='text'>When people are dying, the only thing they need the most is love from those they loveLove is often related to the romantic love between two couples.After a failed love relationship, we usually say to ourselves:“There’s no such thing as love.”“Love is all about lies and crap.”“Guys/Girls are like toilets, they are either taken or full of shit.”But there is a greater love beyond a girl and a guyIt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111653308451751330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111653308451751330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111653308451751330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111653308451751330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/does-love-exist-new-perspective.html' title='Does love exist? A new perspective'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111652089111365360</id><published>2005-05-20T02:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:23:24.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of being different</title><summary type='text'>Should I or should I not?Right now, I want to runaway to a place where I can just be alone, be myself and be utterly free from other people’s expectations and wills.I just want to run from myself, my environment and enjoy my ride while I live in this world.I just want to be me. I just want to be free. I don’t want people telling me what to do, blaming me on things that are not my fault. I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111652089111365360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111652089111365360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111652089111365360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111652089111365360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/importance-of-being-different.html' title='The importance of being different'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111647325480637507</id><published>2005-05-19T13:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:17:47.458+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdote of my timely "bad" luck</title><summary type='text'>I wonder and I ponder, yet, I can’t find the answer of my concern.Why do bad things often, if not usually, happen at the same time? One after another and some other and of other….Since last week, there has been a series of exhausting dissatisfactions and grumps over things that went wrong.Firstly, my face broke out. You may call it normal but for me, I have never had so many pimples on my face </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111647325480637507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111647325480637507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111647325480637507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111647325480637507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/anecdote-of-my-timely-bad-luck.html' title='Anecdote of my timely &quot;bad&quot; luck'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111632227426396543</id><published>2005-05-17T19:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:31:31.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and enemies</title><summary type='text'>Friends!!What comes to your mind when you hear that word?Automatically, I’ll have the images of shopping, dancing, clubbing, traveling, drinking, laughing inside a car, eating, talking, hugging, crying and coffee… lots of coffeeBut I’ve learned about friends the hard way, ages ago.. when I believed in something that they didn’t… At that time, only my real friends stayed by my side while the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111632227426396543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111632227426396543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111632227426396543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111632227426396543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/friends-and-enemies.html' title='Friends and enemies'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111630932607390338</id><published>2005-05-17T15:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:32:49.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The mystery of soulmate</title><summary type='text'>Looking at my cell phone’s screen, I tried to give a theoretical answer over a friend’s question. But I couldn’t think. I couldn’t type. Because the question triggered a spark of worry in my heart.“What do you think a destined-partner (soulmate) is?” the message read. “Is it a destiny or is it a choice?”Me: “Well, I think that it means a mate for your soul. Someone out there who happens to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111630932607390338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111630932607390338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630932607390338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630932607390338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/mystery-of-soulmate.html' title='The mystery of soulmate'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111630925445029077</id><published>2005-05-17T15:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:00:52.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of negative thinking</title><summary type='text'>I went out for coffee with a friend yesterday. After a cycle of wondering why we think too much and why we worry, I blurted out the notion that she is a miss “I-think-I-am-addicted-into-making-my-self-addicted-to-the-state-of-being-worried”.We laughed about it, yet, I know that deep down inside it was true for both of us and maybe just about every one else.We each have things that constantly ride</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111630925445029077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111630925445029077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630925445029077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630925445029077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/power-of-negative-thinking.html' title='The power of negative thinking'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111630098546677994</id><published>2005-05-17T13:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:13:16.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys are like a box of chocolate</title><summary type='text'>People often relate their experiences in life with many things. As silly as it sounds, I relate it with food and drinks. You know, like the Forest Gump story, life is like a box of chocolate. I supposed it’s true in a way. Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, truffles, etc. And with chocolate, you can turn it into other food. How exciting is that?You see, take dark chocolate for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111630098546677994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111630098546677994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630098546677994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630098546677994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/guys-are-like-box-of-chocolate.html' title='Guys are like a box of chocolate'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111630059346725197</id><published>2005-05-17T13:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:29:53.470+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of my depression</title><summary type='text'>I have been through depression. I was diagnosed with it by my GP. Depression was something that is hard to understand and I blamed myself for getting into it. But then I realized that it just happened to me.I used my faith to get me through it and it might work for others, or it may not. But reading what I wrote in the past really triggered something in my heart right now.This is what I wrote </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111630059346725197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111630059346725197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630059346725197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630059346725197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/coming-out-of-my-depression.html' title='Coming out of my depression'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111630037914649925</id><published>2005-05-17T13:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:26:19.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to understand life, love and God</title><summary type='text'>It is so hard trying to understand about life, love and God. I think too much, my friends told me but I can't help thinking and this was the result of all my thoughtsIf love doesn't exist, would the world be created?Will science ever replace the need of humans to be loved?Can you be replaced with chemical reactions of protons and neutrons?Is love a just a chemistry?If the world was created, based</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111630037914649925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111630037914649925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630037914649925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630037914649925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/trying-to-understand-life-love-and-god.html' title='Trying to understand life, love and God'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111630002840978922</id><published>2005-05-17T13:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:20:28.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing life through a child's eyes</title><summary type='text'>I've been through depression and I guess that sort of developed the way I think and see the world now. I found that it is easier to see life through the eyes of a child. Have you ever wondered how happy you were when you were a little kid and someone gave you a candy? Children are easily excited and when they are, they don't fake it. This is how I see it..To see life from through the eyes of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111630002840978922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111630002840978922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630002840978922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111630002840978922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/seeing-life-through-childs-eyes.html' title='Seeing life through a child&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111629978910505457</id><published>2005-05-17T13:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:16:29.106+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory about Loving</title><summary type='text'>Here is an article from somewhere which I try to look at to understand love... Quite helpful and quite hard to do especially if the other person doesn't understand it. But hey, read it away anyway..here goes:*In LIFE, LOVE is NEVER planned nor does it happen for a reason.But when the LOVE is REAL, it becomes your PLAN for LIFE and your REASON for LIVING!ONE. Give people more than they expect and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111629978910505457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111629978910505457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111629978910505457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111629978910505457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/theory-about-loving.html' title='Theory about Loving'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111629961491185681</id><published>2005-05-17T13:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:13:34.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>An effort in understanding my S.H.A.P.E and myself</title><summary type='text'>I was reading a book called The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren and I came to the part about understanding my SHAPE. But rather than talking about my physical shape, Rick said that my shape is my Spiritual gifts, Hearts, Ability, Personality and Experiences.            He says that just as each one of us is unique, so is our shape. Our SHAPE determines who we are and how we will be able to use</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111629961491185681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111629961491185681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111629961491185681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111629961491185681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/effort-in-understanding-my-shape-and.html' title='An effort in understanding my S.H.A.P.E and myself'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111629934626031828</id><published>2005-05-17T12:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T13:09:06.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><summary type='text'>I am who I amI've gone through a lot, though I know that there are many more things that I need to go through to enable me gain the wisdom and maturity I need so I become the person God wants me to beI'm talkative, easygoing, frank, a joker, and people person, like to try new things and overcome challenges. I dont give up easily unless I get really frustated.I like to tease and prank my friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111629934626031828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111629934626031828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111629934626031828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111629934626031828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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-12956196.post-111629853177176537</id><published>2005-05-17T12:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:21:15.360+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><summary type='text'>I am confusedForever confusedWell, not foreverBut always confusedWell, often confusedSee, I am confusedI wonder who invented confusionThe feeling of being trapped inside the circle of confusion is confusingI wish confusion doesn't existBut if it was listed in the dictionary and the vocabulary of every languageThen...I guess that confusion is something that I have to continuously deal withAm I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/feeds/111629853177176537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12956196&amp;postID=111629853177176537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111629853177176537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12956196/posts/default/111629853177176537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivi4581.blogspot.com/2005/05/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Vivi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00080787319772621012</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
