tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218934772011-12-15T09:36:10.336+07:00i am chain-smoker, a food lover, a football addict, a travel junkie, a gadget freak, a dedicated bookworm, a certified agony aunt, a thrill seeker, a nervous wreck, a hopeless romantic and i believe that i am screwed-up inside my brains. therefor making me one of the most complicated person in the worldAngela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-66366293554964842372009-02-12T15:33:00.009+07:002009-02-12T16:22:51.323+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SZPoj3cNuII/AAAAAAAAAKA/LG1ulRTPsKo/s1600-h/adele.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SZPoj3cNuII/AAAAAAAAAKA/LG1ulRTPsKo/s320/adele.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301836889220561026" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I’ve made up my mind, don’t need to think it over</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If I’m wrong I am right, don’t need to look no further</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">This ain’t lust.. this is love </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If I told the world, I never say enough </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Cause it was not said to you </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">And that’s exactly what I need to do </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">If I end up with you</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Even if it leads nowhere..</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I leave it there?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Even if it leads nowhere..</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I built myself up and fly around in circles</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Waiting as my heart drops and my back begins to tingle</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Finally, could this be?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Even if it leads nowhere..</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I leave it there?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Even if it leads nowhere..</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Even if it leads nowhere..</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I leave it there? Should I give up?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Or should I just keep on chasing pavements?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">should I just keep on chasing pavements?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Even if it leads nowhere..</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Or would it be a waste even if I knew my place</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I leave it there?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Even if it leads nowhere..</span></span></p></span></span><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-6636629355496484237?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-56851877366928154192009-01-23T14:46:00.000+07:002009-01-23T14:49:22.903+07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); 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line-height: 14px; text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="photo photo_none" style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5454142&amp;op=1&amp;view=all&amp;subj=56602243222&amp;aid=-1&amp;oid=56602243222&amp;id=823265486" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2101/82/109/823265486/n823265486_5454142_7971.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /></a></div></div><div class="clear_none" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="photo photo_none" style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5454143&amp;op=1&amp;view=all&amp;subj=56602243222&amp;aid=-1&amp;oid=56602243222&amp;id=823265486" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2101/82/109/823265486/n823265486_5454143_31.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /></a></div></div><div class="clear_none" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /><br />and i saved the best for last :<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="photo photo_none" style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; clear: both; "><div class="photo_img" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5454144&amp;op=1&amp;view=all&amp;subj=56602243222&amp;aid=-1&amp;oid=56602243222&amp;id=823265486" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "><img src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2101/82/109/823265486/n823265486_5454144_8408.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="return wait_for_load(this, event, function() { var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); }); });" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; " /></a></div></div><div class="clear_none" style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; text-align: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /><br /><br />hahaha!! hope this bring a smile to your day :D <br />xx</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-5685187736692815419?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-51032080675725752712008-11-03T19:34:00.005+07:002008-11-03T20:45:30.449+07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I've recently lost my grandmother. She passed away at the age of 76. I just arrived at the hospital when a few members of her church gave her her last sacrament, she was still alive then. Not 15 minutes later as I was rubbing her feet did she exhale her last breath. Sad, but knowing she suffers no more had given me solace. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">What I wanted to share here is her love story. The love story of a woman, who like many of her peers back then, fought for independence in this country. She lived through a train accident which dragged her car containing her and her husband some hundreds of meter away only with some broken legs and well of course a totally broken car. She was widowed in the last 18 years only to find love in the last months of her life. Let me start from the beginning.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">She married my grandfather not a decade more after Indonesia's independece. He was a handsome and charming commercial pilot. Yes, handsome. I saw a picture of him when he was younger, donning a pilot uniform and a slayer, in a very James Dean style :). She gave birth to my father, then another son, and a daughter. I suppose they were happy together at one point, but I couldn't get much details on this phase since my grandparents divorced after my parents got married and before I was born. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">All I remember as I grew up and visiting my grandma's house is the memory of my step granddad. The best granddad I ever know. He would carry me on his back all the time, let me stood on his feet and walk me around the house. We would have a race on who'll finish the mangoes fastest. On days when he just got home from his flight, I would innocently and silently took him to the nearest bookstore and ask him to buy me crayons, drawing books etc., which he happily obliged, just to have my grandma and parents rolling their eyes when we got home cause I wasn't suppose to be bought all those things since, well, I've already have plenty in their house :D. Oh and yes, my step granddad was a pilot and he was my grandfather's best friend. He had never married before he marries my grandma. And suddenly he has 3 step children, 2 step daughter in-laws, 4 grandchild. And he couldnt have done his role better. I love him so much and thanks to him (without disrespecting my own grandfather) I know what it's like when you say spoiled by your grandparents. He retired in 1990, I was so excited because that means I'll get to see him more often. About a month after he retired, he hurt his back from moving things around the house. He was admitted to the hospital and unfortunately then and there, they found that he has lung cancer. He passed away six month later and he has never smoked a day in his life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I recently chatted with my step granddad's daughter in law. We talked about my step granddad, and I just found out that apparently, he was already in love with my grandma before she marries my real grandfather. So let's say that my step granddad was a little too late. Yet he waited for her in patience, waited if any opportunity should appear. That or he knew my grandfather too well :). And he lived the rest of his past 6 months being cared by my grandma who never left his side at the hospital, knowing all too well that the 20+ years of waiting had been worth it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Fast forward to June 2008. My grandma is diabetic since 15 years ago, and recently it has attack her sights and she needs to be admitted to the hospital. Everytime I visit her there is a certain fella who hung around also visiting her. I didn't think much of it. All I know is that he is an old friend from junior high school and after some 50 odd years had just reconnected with my grandma again. Her 76th birthday was the next month. She was out of the hospital, so she was having friends for lunch at her house. I took a few hours off from work to visit and hung around until all her friends had gone home. As I was going to go back to work, I noticed that the fella is still there, playing the organ with her. I looked at my dad at the moment and smile playfully asking could they be an item? My dad was laughing back at me and tapped me on my shoulders and said ,"Spirit of the age, honey.. Spirit o the age".</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">As I later discovered after my grandma had passed away, reports from her housemaid etc, they were actually an item! There were no mornings without phone calls that ends in i love yous ("awwww" chorus here haha) and when he visits her and they were left alone in the living room to hear some music, her housemaid reported that when she hears no signs of conversations she began to worry since both are old and needed to be checked from time to time, only to find they were slow dancing to the music. Slow dancing! I can't even remember any guy who took me for a slow dance in the last 5 years! (Yes, I'm feeling rahter sorry for myself at the moment). And I'm not even that old!! (insert argument here)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">When she was admitted earlier last month, she got the exact room where my step granddad had died. Trauma and superstition had caught, making her uneasy. She was afraid that my step granddad would want to take her to eternity whilst she feels that her work here isn't finished. So we moved her to another room. To no avail. It was her time and that's that. Now that the tears had subsided a little, we all joke that my step granddad was not amused by this new lovebirds. He must have 'seen' this new boyfriend of hers when the fella visits her everyday and that sure had made him jealous. I guess he must've hold his foot down this time and told my grandma, </span><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Oh no Kati, you're coming with me this time, I'm not going to loose you again, not for eternity.."</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /></em><span style="font-family:georgia;">-in loving memory-</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-5103208067572575271?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-13916435495011983082008-10-29T10:29:00.031+07:002008-10-29T11:50:20.191+07:00from an e-mail i just received... <div>love the illustrations behind every message!!<br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Brush twice a day</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQff1_u4weI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3TcZsLDwOCc/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQff1_u4weI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3TcZsLDwOCc/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262420808339866082" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Dress right for the weather</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfftTQzcVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IdpWxhvmpdY/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfftTQzcVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IdpWxhvmpdY/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262420658963575122" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';">Visit the dentist regularly<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffk7WdWnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/V2fEUZJmxx8/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffk7WdWnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/V2fEUZJmxx8/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262420515105888882" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';">Get plenty of rest<br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffbas6BqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ik3auf35XXM/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffbas6BqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ik3auf35XXM/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262420351722849954" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Make sure your hair is dry before going outside</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffV3ZcTzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WGhAlNOAnd8/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffV3ZcTzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WGhAlNOAnd8/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262420256346623794" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Eat right</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffLKTSaCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dDKhEvpz7so/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffLKTSaCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dDKhEvpz7so/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262420072442521634" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Get outside in the sun every once in a while</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffE8spaKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KbaTyAZHYho/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQffE8spaKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KbaTyAZHYho/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419965711575202" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Always wear a seatbelt</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfe9FBTeII/AAAAAAAAAG8/oU84iXq_fgQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfe9FBTeII/AAAAAAAAAG8/oU84iXq_fgQ/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419830506748034" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Control your drinking of alcoholic beverages</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfe3k4rMjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DRJpXnlge8Y/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfe3k4rMjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DRJpXnlge8Y/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419735981273650" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';">Smile!!! It will always makes you feel better<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeqSZWAtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bJSWq2uX-K8/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeqSZWAtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bJSWq2uX-K8/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419507679724242" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Don't over indulge yourself</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfecrAfgWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IEi6xiS6WjQ/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfecrAfgWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IEi6xiS6WjQ/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419273768206690" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Bathe regularly</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeVJ4ETcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iPyaOZGdRyU/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeVJ4ETcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iPyaOZGdRyU/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419144615415234" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Read to exercise the brain</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeQAnoRNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ehBTj9c9ruo/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeQAnoRNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ehBTj9c9ruo/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419056231204050" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Sorround yourself with friends</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeK7psXVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8Kk7_bvq1p0/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeK7psXVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8Kk7_bvq1p0/s320/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262418968998337874" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Stay away from too much caffeine</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeGmM6FOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1eo83DpWPvM/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfeGmM6FOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1eo83DpWPvM/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262418894520980706" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Use the bathroom regularly</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfd-WDGs6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/LowsaQnGrA4/s1600-h/16.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfd-WDGs6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/LowsaQnGrA4/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262418752745943970" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Get plenty of exercise</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfdxsW7_II/AAAAAAAAAF0/BGEhEegc1fY/s1600-h/17.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfdxsW7_II/AAAAAAAAAF0/BGEhEegc1fY/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262418535396408450" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Have your eyes checked regularly</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfdjb4xXCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Tc8bZdHK3RE/s1600-h/18.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfdjb4xXCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Tc8bZdHK3RE/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262418290456747042" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Eat plenty of vegetables</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfdLi3pTxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/F1SWlGM2lZI/s1600-h/19.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfdLi3pTxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/F1SWlGM2lZI/s320/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417880014212882" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Believe that people will like you for who you are</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfc83q4h_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Nv5N15Sb-7g/s1600-h/20.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfc83q4h_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Nv5N15Sb-7g/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417627899791346" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">FORGIVE AND FORGET :)</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfcwcFxV0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8B-ETKXaUVo/s1600-h/21.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfcwcFxV0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8B-ETKXaUVo/s320/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417414337943362" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Take plenty of vacations</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfcdmlgu7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gDqW7eESN9w/s1600-h/22.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfcdmlgu7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/gDqW7eESN9w/s320/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417090737912754" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Celebrate all special occasions</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfcMJMi58I/AAAAAAAAAFE/hC-4oXGVYik/s1600-h/23.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfcMJMi58I/AAAAAAAAAFE/hC-4oXGVYik/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416790790793154" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Pick up a hobby</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfb-z9PD-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PAUsLLlQdQY/s1600-h/24.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfb-z9PD-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/PAUsLLlQdQY/s320/24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416561751134178" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'courier new';">Love your neighbor like yourself</span><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfbxDE8jII/AAAAAAAAAE0/5qnJzxEMdM8/s1600-h/25.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SQfbxDE8jII/AAAAAAAAAE0/5qnJzxEMdM8/s320/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416325291838594" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-1391643549501198308?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-19295807097973295182008-09-02T14:51:00.007+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.962+07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">by India Arie<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I woke up this morning, you were the first thing on my mind</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don't know where it came from, all I know is I need you in my life</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You make me feel like I can be a better woman</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you just say you wanna take this friendship to another place...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you, through your life?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I lay with you, as your wife?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I be your friend, till the end?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you, through your life?<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You got me wondering if you know that I'm wondering about you?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The feeling is so strong that I can't imagine you're not feeling it too?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You know me long enough to trust that I want what's best for you</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you wanna be happy then I am the one that you should give your heart to</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you, through your life?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I lay with you, as your wife?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I be your friend, till the end?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you, through your life?</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now everyday ain't gonna be like a summer's day</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Being in love really ain't like a movie screen</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I can tell you all the drama aside </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you and I can find </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">what the world has been looking for forever</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">friendship and love together</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you, through your life?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I lay with you, as your wife?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I be your friend, till the end?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you, through your life?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you..<br /></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.. till the day the world stop ..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you..<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.. to the day my heart stops beating</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you..<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.. till the day no longer survives</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.. till the moon is underwater</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you..</span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you..</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you are everything I've been looking for..</span></span></div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you..</span></span></div></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Can I walk with you..</span></span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-1929580709797329518?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-68805228668921743112008-08-07T13:10:00.008+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.962+07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Was out with the family last week to spend the day in Jakarta's Fantasy World (Our own definition of Disneyland or sorts) and also to see the wonders of the underwater creatures in the Sea World. It was more or less as I remembered seeing when I was a child. Though much much older now, still feel bit childlike in places like this. So we finally went to see this Dolphin and Beluga Whale show. The Dolphins came out first. Entertaining the audience with their ability to jump, count, greet, basically showing their intelligence since they're amongst the smartest animals there are. I love dolphins, have always do, cause unlike any other underwater species, mammal or not, I feel like their eyes shows some kind of emotion, their faces looks like their smiling to you. But then, after seeing Owen and NyunNyun, I found a new object of affection.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They came out after the dolphins. I never thought that whales could be so tiny (if you compare it with Orcas and other whales, yes, the </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beluga_%28whale%29"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Belugas</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> are tiny, on 5m or 15 ft long and males weigh 1,360 kg as for females weigh 900 kg) and teachable. Okay, I saw </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orca"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Freewilly</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, but I thought it only happens in the movies! So after greeting to the crowd and doing some laps, the trainers offered if anyone would want to come to the arena and give the Belugas a big wet kiss. I naturally had to offered myself. And was lucky to get picked to come near these cute captives. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They told me to come up to NyunNyun first, and as I push my head above the water, she comes out of the water and touch my cheek  with her slightly opened mouth. I was more nervous that scared, although I can see her big teeth as she kisses me, the emotion on her eyes assured me to embrace it. They have a more wider eyes than the dolphins, but similar kind of emotion. The kindest looking eyes, sometimes helpless, but still something that gives your heart reassurance just by looking at them. I touch the right side of her rostrum as she kisses me. The skin was very slippery yet soft. I would want to touched it longer but she slipped away already. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then come Owen. Bad boy Owen. I love him too, but he was just naughty!! You'll see in the vid the reason why.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jN1J2L3Rk_4</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thanks for a once in a lifetime experience NyunNyun and Owen. Hope I can see you again someday... Love you both!</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-6880522866892174311?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-27292406137799627492008-07-22T17:51:00.002+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.963+07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">How many times does one has to fall in love and have their hearts broken before one find their true love or whatever they called it? How many more nights should one cry and prays for that other person to come along? </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Some people are just lucky to find their love, in the early stages of their lives. These falls under the high school sweethearts category. One will argue that it doesn't guarantee anything, that reality soon kicks in, and surely there will be trouble ahead, but still they're the most lucky ones. Falling in love and staying in love, and which most of these couples' partners are their first love. Having to enjoy a relationship with the person you have known for ages. Heartaches does often appears, but usually forgiveness comes with the maturity and the compassion that has been built throughout the relationship.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">And then there's some who after a great big disappointment in the love life, stumbles upon another person who either whisked or nurtured the broken hearts. Love was better supposedly at this moment. More mature, more calm, more logic than feelings. Understood that love isn't perfect and by way giving love another chance yet more cautious at the same time. Still, the prospect of love is more on the optimistic side. Once heart broken but not bitter. Love is coming after all.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Finally, there's those who keeps getting their life and or love crushed and ruined. These are the most unlucky ones. It doesn't seem to matter that how hard they tried or how hard they fought to find that significant other, their attempt on love keep failing every time. And after a while, way after bitterness, there just silence and numbness and even cynicism. Oh wait.. Lots of cynicism. One had stopped questioning what's wrong on this stage. Or even if they do, there's just no answer to find. Crying would be a useless attempt. Being cynical is considered an outcast among peers who are madly in love. So there's nothing to do or to achieve anyways, why bother?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">When one's resources are exhausted to the extent of being unable to feel anymore, who would be able to reverse the feeling?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">And don't tell me the knight on a white horse will. I stopped watching Disney movies long time ago. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-2729240613779962749?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-9743419387366714292008-06-10T17:21:00.013+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.963+07:00<font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Mi Amor Fernando </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Torres</font></font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"> - Spain National Team</font></font><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">I want to be the grass he falls unto.. Enough said?</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5odG4OatI/AAAAAAAAADE/U-FG44YBAKQ/s1600-h/nando2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5odG4OatI/AAAAAAAAADE/U-FG44YBAKQ/s320/nando2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216668186176210"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5odhOTVlI/AAAAAAAAADM/HkMIhJBCFHo/s1600-h/nando.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5odhOTVlI/AAAAAAAAADM/HkMIhJBCFHo/s320/nando.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216675258095186"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Chritoph </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Metzelder - </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">German national team</font></font></font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n_fVmUCI/AAAAAAAAACk/Llv65oFgm3g/s1600-h/metzelder1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n_fVmUCI/AAAAAAAAACk/Llv65oFgm3g/s320/metzelder1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216159355752482"><br /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5ocp96laI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y_XhmRoFk1g/s1600-h/metzelder2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5ocp96laI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y_XhmRoFk1g/s320/metzelder2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216660425414050"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small">Adrian </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small">Mutu</font></font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"> - Romania National Team</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5ochvhESI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WEj9rtiHsVo/s1600-h/mutu1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5ochvhESI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WEj9rtiHsVo/s320/mutu1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216658217537826"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5oc3ZMfDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7QAWFCuLmgk/s1600-h/mutu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5oc3ZMfDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7QAWFCuLmgk/s320/mutu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216664029494322"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Karim </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Benzema</font></font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"> - France National Team</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n-V1CAVI/AAAAAAAAACE/uJ1tev_UOy8/s1600-h/karim1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n-V1CAVI/AAAAAAAAACE/uJ1tev_UOy8/s320/karim1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216139623366994"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Yummy...</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n-ifI1vI/AAAAAAAAACM/37TqmgQh9ro/s1600-h/karim2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n-ifI1vI/AAAAAAAAACM/37TqmgQh9ro/s320/karim2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216143021201138"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Ivan </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Klasnic</font></font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"> - Croatia National Team</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n-7zGOuI/AAAAAAAAACU/eZrs8_K8XZ0/s1600-h/klasnic2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n-7zGOuI/AAAAAAAAACU/eZrs8_K8XZ0/s320/klasnic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216149815802594"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n_FJlTZI/AAAAAAAAACc/XBjzgHaMzVY/s1600-h/klasnic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5n_FJlTZI/AAAAAAAAACc/XBjzgHaMzVY/s320/klasnic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216152326032786"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Gianluigi </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Buffon</font></font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"> - Italy National Team</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nqWrcw1I/AAAAAAAAABc/v3lRzUMMyPI/s1600-h/buffon).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nqWrcw1I/AAAAAAAAABc/v3lRzUMMyPI/s320/buffon).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215796254229330"></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">oh yeah.... bring it on.. </font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nOHRDgEI/AAAAAAAAABU/srDVOm0hvPo/s1600-h/buffon1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nOHRDgEI/AAAAAAAAABU/srDVOm0hvPo/s320/buffon1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215311080652866"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Henrik </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Larsson</font></font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"> - Sweden National Team</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nsez1JHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6QcLNEIkC3M/s1600-h/henriklarsson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nsez1JHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6QcLNEIkC3M/s320/henriklarsson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215832796603506"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nszqUKbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sNqQ96dGFmM/s1600-h/henriklarsson2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nszqUKbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sNqQ96dGFmM/s320/henriklarsson2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215838393838002"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Artur </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Boruc</font></font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"> - Poland National Team</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nMX7xw0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/XorUTqJ0tjU/s1600-h/artur+boruc2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nMX7xw0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/XorUTqJ0tjU/s320/artur+boruc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215281195074370"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nM-9tf4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/oy2oEbWzCtY/s1600-h/artur+boruc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nM-9tf4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/oy2oEbWzCtY/s320/artur+boruc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215291672166274"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Giovani Van </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Bronckhorst</font></font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"> - Holland National Team</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nNeS3dhI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDZ3tTUp0tw/s1600-h/bronckhorst.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nNeS3dhI/AAAAAAAAABE/HDZ3tTUp0tw/s320/bronckhorst.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215300082398738"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nNjnf6BI/AAAAAAAAABM/HI-FzgxU5cU/s1600-h/gvb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nNjnf6BI/AAAAAAAAABM/HI-FzgxU5cU/s320/gvb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215301511112722"><br /></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Cristiano </font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Ronaldo</font></font></font><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'"> - Portugal National Team</font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nrAibpcI/AAAAAAAAABk/0_X8pk73zaU/s1600-h/CR1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nrAibpcI/AAAAAAAAABk/0_X8pk73zaU/s320/CR1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215807490696642"></a><font class="Apple-style-span" size="small"><font class="Apple-style-span" face="'lucida grande'">Hell yesssss... </font></font><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nrlzHC1I/AAAAAAAAABs/tBWRg0F0mok/s1600-h/CR2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5nrlzHC1I/AAAAAAAAABs/tBWRg0F0mok/s320/CR2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210215817492761426"><br /><br /></a><br /><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-974341938736671429?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-68072754602082617622008-06-10T16:29:00.007+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.964+07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5UQpoK_dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nIETRuUs4XU/s1600-h/euro2008_logo(1).jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5UQpoK_dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nIETRuUs4XU/s200/euro2008_logo(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210194463943228882" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I'm very excited to see how the matches has been going. Austria and Switzerland, although lost their first game, surprisingly did well. From the three groups that had played in the last 3 days, only France v. Romania that ended in a draw. It goes to show that attacking football is on and we all love attacking football. <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.dfb.de/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Der Panzer</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">, who is on the Group B, win 2-0 against their bitter rival, Poland. Both goals, ironically created by Poland's own </span></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lukas_Podolski"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Lukas Podolski</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">. Poldi, as he is called by the media, was actually spotted by the Polish media when he was younger, but his chance to be in the national team was rejected by then Polish Manager, Pawel Jenas. Thankfully, the German national team coach, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rudi_V%C3%B6ller" title="Rudi Völler" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Rudi Völler</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> admitted him to the national team where he goes on to shine to victory. Eleven goals in eleven European Championship matches. Now the German team incredibly shown great talent and chemistry in the match against Poland. I haven't seen passes so beautifully done in a while and their teamwork is without no result.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Come Group C, or as it is being called the Group of death while it consist of Italy (World Champion defender), France, Holland and Romania. Fortunately, the French weren't able to net a goal so Romania has a chance to go on further. But the real drama was the match between Holland v. Italy. Both team managers were former "students" of Arrigo Sacchi's AC Milan. Van Basten led the Holland team (and reportedly not getting any pay for this stressful job) while Roberto Donadoni succeeded the World Champion defender from Marcello Lippi. The italians have the upper hand, naturally, from their last championship title, as oppose to Holland who hadn't won anything lately. But crazy enough, and it's probably to early to say this, but TOTAL VOETBALL is back. They crushed the Azzuri to a 3-0 victory and their defense is brilliant. This is the Holland football that people came to love and I do hope that they will keep their game up.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">So, I'll come back for Group D.. My dearest stud-muffin will hopefully be fit tonight to play against Russia. I never think that Spain is good as a team although they have extraordinary individual players, but other think otherwise as they're rooting for Spain to win the Cup. I'm guessing it will be a tough match, as you can never underestimate Guus Hiddink ability to manage his team (ie South Korea-WC 2002, Australia-WC 2006). Go Russia!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">But the most entertaining part of watching the matches in the wee hours of the morning for me as a female supporter are of course those sweaty men running around the football field for 90 minutes and when the fat lady sings, take their top off and show the world the impeccable six pack ♥♥♥. Oh yes, life is fair after all.. ☺</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I'll post my own version of these Cosmo men in the next posting. But until then, enjoy EURO 2008!! And say no to racism!!</span></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5TIh62C5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/adSvu14uG5M/s1600-h/maskottchen_euro2008.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SE5TIh62C5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/adSvu14uG5M/s320/maskottchen_euro2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210193224923483026" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-6807275460208261762?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-14134329796890540262008-05-30T18:11:00.009+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.965+07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I cannot believe it has been almost 2 years since I last babbled about anything here. Not that I was busy though, I was just being lazy.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Okay, now for up-dates:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Been back to Bali 6 more times (YESS,6x!!!)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">My sister got hitched! (yay, I want a niece!)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Been in 2 jobs (not a good sign hiks)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Still not in any relationship.. (now this is a really bad sign!)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">So you might want to guess what I have been up to this past few years that had took me off writing my blog. Well, it's either looking for a job, or being a roadie for my cousins dance group or just simply </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">procrastinating</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">. The last would be the most common. But enough about me doing nothing, this time I wanted to share about my recent detour to Gili Trawangan.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">We took the </span></span><a href="http:/www.peramatour.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">perama boat</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> from Padang Bai (Bali) at 2:30 PM. It should've taken about 4 hours to reach straight to the Gilis, but apparently the current is not on our side. So lo and behold, victims comes tumbling down since the first hour of the boat ride. And by victims I meant people who gotten sea sick and had to vomit. And yes, one of them was me. But at least I still have my dignity and threw up in the toilet. There was a big french guy who keep sitting on the upper-deck railings so he can easily throw up to the sea. This guy was in bad shape though, when a cabin crew came up to him and told him that dinner is ready, he threw-up again. Poor lad.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">So finally after a tremendously difficult ride, we made it to Gili Trawangan at around 7 PM. We got off a smaller boat that brought us to the shore and took a </span></span><a href="http:/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gili_Trawangan"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">cidomo</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> that'll take us to our hostel. Now, as it turns out, our hostel is less than 1 km away, but had cost us Rp. 30.000 for the cidomo ride. Such a rip-off but since we don't know the area, I guess we can't argue. Our hostel called Pondok Maulana. It has only 4 rooms but it is clean and nice for Rp. 100.000/R/N. The guy who waited the place, Pras, is very chatty and nice, made us welcome hot tea drinks and tell us stuff to do for the morning. Surely what we wanted to know is where to party that night. Haha, no wonder.. So we cleaned ourselves up and went for supper in </span></span><a href="http://www.tirnanogbar.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Tir Na Nog</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">, the renowned Irish Bar (well, there has to be one in every place, doesn't it?) in Gili T. The meal was nice but the view is better. And yes, what I meant was the people! At around midnight we went to the party scene of the night: Rudy's Pub (In Gili T, there could only be 1 disco open on a daily basis with Saturday and Sunday nights off, but bars are allowed to open till 2 AM). The place was crowded when we got there but what's amazing is that the booze is cheap. The ever famous Bintang cost Rp. 12.000 and when I ordered a whisky cola I was stunned when the bartender told me I have to pay up Rp. 7.000. WTF?? Okay, it's probably not the best whisky around and the cola mix was more than it's suppose to, but still... So me and my cousin Liza stuck around since the night is young and all. But we have to do some snorkeling tomorrow so probably best to calm the alcohol down. Then a drunken fella came-up to me. We chatted a bit, told me that he's a Swedish born türk and surely he's just 24. What is wrong with me?? Nevermind though, what does a night out mean without a cute flirt. Then I decided to stay up and watch the sunrise which is something I will not regret. It was spectacular. </span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SD_ssZSNMmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/efYL_Ux9PYM/s1600-h/Gili.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SD_ssZSNMmI/AAAAAAAAAAM/efYL_Ux9PYM/s320/Gili.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206139941709230690" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Then I sleep in for 2 hours and was waken up coz we have to do some snorkeling around the Gilis (Trawangan, Air and Meno). The water was so nice. I had the best time feeding the fishes and now understood why people go diving all the time.. It's is another world down there, so peaceful and colorful. It took us about 3 hours of snorkeling and then they glass boat tour guys took us to Gili Air to have lunch. Went back and rest a bit. Then Pras from our hostel took us trekking to the hilltop (small hill, mind you this marlboro breath can't take hiking seriously). Another breathtaking view. And the sky is as clear as the waters, beautiful sunset gazing. Some people that was sunset gazing in front of us even brought wine to sip while waiting for the sun to escape from our view.. Why didn't we think of that!?!</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SD_udpSNMnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gsc4AEEeHg4/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z371NEanEU0/SD_udpSNMnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gsc4AEEeHg4/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206141887329415794" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">After a very long trek back home (yeah right hehehe) we decided to take our lovely naps just to woke up and getting ready to party to found out that there was no partying on Sat nite. Bummer! So Tir Na Nog again it is..</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">We headed back home the next morning. I was in love now with my Indonesia. And vowed to travel more in my homeland. So much more to see and so little time. I better get ready again!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">PS.: Stayed one more night in Bali before our flight home on Monday. Went to the Bounty, naturally, just happens to bumped into that young Swedish born türk again. What are the odds? ☺</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-1413432979689054026?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-1159353855774631932006-09-27T16:38:00.000+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.965+07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1327/2219/1600/428523/Kuta.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1327/2219/320/26573/Kuta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It has been 9 years since I last stepped on the sands of Bali. So when my cousins said they would treat me to a weekend vacation, I just couldn't ressist.<br /><br />I remembered smelling the salty air just as I walked out of the airport. The familiar sea breeze caressing my hair. This is paradise, I said to myself. We dropped our bags at the hotel, clean-up ourselves and quickly hit the streets. It was almost midnight, and the party is just gettin' started..<br /><br />I couldn't stop thinking to myself how even more beautiful Bali now look. It was beautiful 10 years ago, and it is even better now. I didn't look so good a decade ago, and believe me, it's not gettin' any better now.. It's the simple things actually. How the wind dillutes you from your thoughts, how the sounds of the waves takes you high up to the heaven, just the ambieance of the island and surely the cute "just out of high school" wanna-be surfers who seems to be everywhere! Sheesh, where were they when I was 17? Dang it!<br /><br />I was having lunch with my cousin at Warung Made, when a bunch of 20 year old couldn't find any table and decided to join us. And I am talking about 5 oh-so-fresh body like the gods skandinavian with no shirts on boys. You'd guessed right on the money if you thought we couldn't sit still for a second after that.<br /><br />Okay, we know we didn't stand a chance. Why would these awesomely toned 20 year olds want to check out a pair of grannies, right? But we can dream, can't we? We are after all on the island of Bali, surely anything goes...<br /><br />Later that evening, my cousins performed at the Kuta Karnival. It was the most beautiful setting. They had set-up the stage right there on the beach with the tables and candles. Feeling sorry for yourself cause it was a romantic setting and you're alone? No problemo.., could buy a half gallon booze for as low as US$ 2.. Guaranteed the worst hang-over ever..<br /><br />Fine, I'm talking rubbish..<br /><br />The point is.. I wish we had stayed longer. I wish I could have that kind of peace in my heart here, like I had in Bali.<br /><br />I wish I had the courage to struck the first conversation with that German guy who'd been eyeing me at Un's.... :)<br /><br /><br />Bali, I love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-115935385577463193?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-1153732901929166222006-07-24T15:09:00.001+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.966+07:00Being single at the age of 26 isn't as easy as I thought it would be. This is the time when half of your friends are getting engaged, married, having their first child, etc. So receiving a wedding invitation could be somewhat problematic if not nauseating. You know you'd want to see your friend's wedding, the bride's dress, the diamonds, the party and the list goes on. But then again there's the social part of the party. Meeting up with people from your high school or someone you had class with in college, who you hardly knew, asking questions such as what do you do? Are you married already? Any kids? Blah blah blah. You were thinking like, "Who is this person think he/she is asking me all this stuff?". But again, you hold yourself and try to be polite rather than risking your dress and make-up in case you get in a catfight. In summary, you could say that I'am not enjoying the prospect of having to deal with those kind of nosy people and would rather stay at home.<br /><br />A few days ago, another wedding invitation arrived. It was from an old friend who used to live in my neighbourhood. It says, "Mr. &amp; Mrs. .... together with Mr. &amp; Mrs. ... request the honor of your presence at the wedding of their son and daughter ... &amp; ... as they exchange vows, on the 5th of August at Saint Martin Church, Louveciennes and Dinner+Party afterwards at Chateau du Val, Saint Germain-en-laye, France". Dang! Now this is the creme de la creme for me. Nevermind getting married saying "I do" in English, I would've settled being proposed in Indonesian! But <em>en français</em> ?<br /><br /><em>"Angela, se fanent-ils le thou ont-ils cet homme à thy wedded le mari, pour vivre ensemble après l'ordonnance de Dieu dans le domaine saint du mariage ? Se fanent le thou l'obéissent, et servent lui, l'amour, honneur, et le maintiennent dans la maladie et dans la santé ; et, abandonnant tout l'autre, thee de subsistance seulement à lui, à condition que le ye tous les deux de phase ?"</em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Angela, wilt thou have this Man to thy wedded Husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of Matrimony? Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as ye both shall live?)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Je.</span> </em></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(I will)</span><br /><br /><em>"Je, Angela prends le thee, (??) comme mon wedded le mari, pour avoir et pour juger de ce jour vers l'avant, pour meilleur pour plus mauvais, pour plus riche pour plus pauvre, dans la maladie et dans la santé, d'aimer, aimer, et d'obéir, jusqu'à ce que la mort nous faire la partie, selon l'ordonnance sainte de Dieu ; et là-dessus je donne à thee mon troth".</em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(I, Angela take thee, (???) as my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />Okay, I could not utter one single word in French, but I had to put it in French, don't I? It's just <em>si romantique</em>!<br /><br />Every girl had dreamt about their wedding day since they were 8 years old. The Prince Charming on a white horse whisking us away to live in a castle. Although we grew-up and realised later that none of that is gonna happen (at least not to 99.99% of the population) to us, we keep wishing and planning that wedding day in our heads.<br /><br />I've recently fallen in love with John Legend's lyrics, well him too if he'll take me, <em>Oui, John? </em>His lyrics are lovely yet realistic, it hits in all the right notes. Now, I might be far away from walking down the altar and say "I will", but I've found the song that I want to have as my wedding song with whichever lucky bastard that would melt my heart away. The song is so sincere, so true, it doesn't promise that my husband will love me for everysecond of my being, cause believe me, there will be times that he will look at me and asked himself times and times again, "Who is this devilish woman that I am married too?" And there will be times, naturally, when I just want to smack my husband in the face. But this song would remind me of that solemn vow, that he will stay with me...<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">We've been together for a while now/growin' stronger everyday now/it feels so good &amp; there is no doubt/I want to stay with youAs each morning brings a sunlight/and the flowers bloom in springtime/All my love for you can rely/&amp; I will stay with you I will stay with you through the ups and the downs/I will stay will you when no one else is around/ when the dark clouds arrive/I will stay by your side/I know we'll be allright/I will stay with you No relationship can get a hold/has the tendency to grow cold/We have something like a miracle/&amp; I'll stay with you I will stay with you through the ups and the downs/ I will stay with you when no one else is around/ when the dark clouds arrive/I will stay by your side/I know we'll be allright/I will stay with you And there'll be heartaches and pain/But through it all we will remain/In this life we all know/Friends may come and they may go/But through the years I have known I will stay.../In the end I know that we'll find/L o v e s o b e a u t i f u l a n d d i v i n e/We'll be l o v e r s for the lifetime/I will stay with you ... everything will be fine, I will stay with you/Through the end of our time, I will stay with you..</span></em></strong><br /><br />Thanks Mr. Legend, for the oh-so beautiful song! I'll be sure to DL it on my iPod ;p<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-115373290192916622?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-1153148461778986812006-07-17T20:21:00.000+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.966+07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/2219/1600/product_16.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/2219/400/product_16.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/2219/1600/product_16.jpg"></a><br />I L O V E F O O D period. And I blame this addiction on my father. Well okay, food and football craze, I blame those on my father. Having no son had drove my dad to think that he'd better inherit his love of food and football and pass it on to his daughters. Nope, we're not gonna inherit wealth and fortune or some kind of estate, just this I'm afraid. So there we were, my sister was probably 8 yrs old and I was 6, holding our dad's hand, trying to find our seat at Gelora Bung Karno Stadium at a Galatama football match.<br /><br />And a few years later, I remember screaming and yelling watching a Liverpool match. Always rooting for Ian Rush and John Beardsley. We just had some new private television broadcasting that aired the Premiership league. Ah, the gloriuos old days...<br /><br />Then there's eating. Okay, my dad is a bit fanatic about eating and if he'd found his fave meal, he would keep visiting that same place for that very specific meal. We were on a Java tour a few years back and were in a small city called Sumedang which is famous for its fried tofu. They have literally hundreds of fried tofu kiosk and the taste perhaps varied from one place to the other, but my dad insisted that we should only try the kiosk that he had been in 30 years ago!!! And it really took us about a half an hour to finally locate this kiosk.<br /><br />Eventhough I hate to admit it, I do believe I inherited this specific fanaticism, whatever you want to call it. Some people wouldn't give a damn where they eat but I, I turned out exactly like my dad. I don't care about how big the portion of the meal.. I only care on whether or not the meal is delicious or not, and if it was, I will keep getting back there. The positive side to this is ofcourse, the people that served you, will remember you and will always treat you as royals ;p Heck, they even let you pay later if you're short of cash!<br /><br />Some people eat when they're sad, some eat when they're happy. I eat when I'm sad <strong>and </strong>happy. Food help to heal your wounds I believe, but it doesn't help with your diet, naturally. There's an old saying, "When in doubt, e a t!". You can bet that I am always in doubt! So here is my list of fave food. Mind you, I love too many to mention here, but here some that are available in restaurants. It will keep changing, but it might come handy if you want to try it out.<br /><br />1. Nasi campur at Kenanga Wijaya!!!( JKT)<br />2. Original recipe chicken at <a href="http://www.kfc.com/">Kentucky Fried Chicken</a><br />3. Chicken Katsu etc. at <a href="http://www.hokahokabento.co.id/">Hoka Hoka Bento</a><br />4. Ketoprak Ciragil (JKT)<br />5. Arabic Rollo at Am Dobben (BRE)<br />6. Dim Sum and Pitan rice pooridge at Dim Sum Fest - Kemang (JKT)<br />7. The Original Baby-back Ribs at <a href="http://www.tonyromas.com/">Tony Roma's</a><br />8. Swike and Canton Noodles, wonton soup at Chopstix (JKT)<br />9. Ceaser's Salad and Caramel Macchiato (slurrp!) at <a href="http://www.coffeebean.com/">Coffe Bean and Tea Leaf</a><br />10. Al Caponne Donut at <a href="http://jcodonuts.com">J.co </a>(mamamia!)<br />11. Fried Oxtail at <a href="http://www.bakerzin.com/">Bakerzin</a><br />12. Martabak Pecenongan (JKT)<br />13. Hoka hoka bento's cheaper version at Roku-roku (JKT)<br />14. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough and Pistachio Ice Cream from <a href="http://www.benjerry.com">Ben & Jerry's</a> (YUMMMMY!)<br />15. Cheeseburger at BlengerBurger (JKT)<br />16. Everything at ABUBA Steak (JKT)<br /><br />So, are you drooling yet? It better be your lunch time!<br /><br />P.S. : <a href="http://www.krispykreme.com">Krispy Kreme </a>is coming to town!!!!!!!! Hubba hubba... =P~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-115314846177898681?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-1152758812296073942006-07-13T09:35:00.001+07:002008-09-02T15:27:42.967+07:00From bbcnews.com: <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/world_cup_2006/5169342.stm">http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/world_cup_2006/5169342.stm</a><br /><br />Zidane has spoken about his sending-off for the first time Zinedine Zidane has apologised for his headbutt on Italian defender Marco Materazzi in Sunday's World Cup final.<br />But the French legend does not regret his actions, alleging on television that Materazzi provoked him by insulting both his mother and sister.<br /><br />"It was inexcusable. I apologise," said the 34-year-old Zidane. "But I can't regret what I did because it would mean that he was right to say all that."<br />Materazzi responded by denying he said anything about Zidane's mother.<br />"I didn't mention anything about religion, politics or racism," said the Italian on Wednesday.<br /><br />"I didn't insult his mother. I lost my mother when I was 15 years old and still get emotional when I talk about it.<br />"Naturally, I didn't know that his mother was in hospital but I wish her all the best.<br />"Zidane is my hero and I have always admired him a lot."<br />Zidane was sent off for headbutting Materazzi in the chest in the second period of extra-time in the final in Berlin.<br /><br />The Frenchman claimed he had been provoked by the Italian and appeared on French TV station Canal Plus on Wednesday to explain his actions.<br /><br /><a class="" href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/world_cup_2006/teams/france/5174758.stm">Zidane explains: Read a transcript of the interview</a><br /><br />"It was seen by two or three billion people on television and millions and millions of children were watching," he said.<br />"It was an inexcusable gesture and to them, and the people in education whose job it is to show children what they should and shouldn't do, I want to apologise."<br /><br />Asked what had caused to react so violently, he said Materazzi had directed some "very hard words" at him.<br />"You hear them once and you try to move away. But then you hear them twice, and then a third time," said Zidane.<br />"I am a man and some words are harder to hear than actions. I would rather have taken a blow to the face than hear that."<br /><br /><strong>WHAT WAS SAID? </strong><br /><br /><strong>BBC Radio Five Live asked a deaf lip reader to read Materazzi's words phonetically to an Italian translator:<br /><em>She deciphered the insult as being "you're the son of a terrorist whore"</em></strong><br /><strong><em><br /></em>The BBC's Ten O'Clock News called in experts to study the television footage who said:<br /><em>Materazzi told Zidane to "calm down" before accusing him of being a "liar" and wished "an ugly death to you and your family". This was followed by "Go f*** yourself"</em></strong><br /><strong><br /></strong>Zidane, who retired from football after Sunday's final, also called for Materazzi to be punished for his part in the incident.<br />"We always talk about the reaction, and obviously it must be punished. But if there is no provocation, there is no need to react," said the former Real Madrid and Juventus player.<br />"Above all it was a very serious provocation. It was an inexcusable gesture but the real culprit is the person who provoked it.<br /><br /><strong><em>"Do you imagine that in a World Cup final like that with just 10 minutes to go to the end of my career, I am going to do something like that because it gives me pleasure?" </em></strong><br /><strong><em><br /></em></strong>Since the incident, rumours have run rife about what Materazzi said to get such a reaction from the Frenchman.<br />There were claims the Italian had called Zidane a "terrorist", but in Tuesday's edition of the Italian newspaper La Gazetta dello Sport, Materazzi said: "It was the kind of insult you will hear dozens of times and just slips out on the field.<br />"I didn't call Zidane a terrorist and certainly didn't mention his mother. I did not bring up Zidane's mother; for me a mother is sacred."<br /><br />Zinedine Zidane's last professional game ended with a red card Zidane, who was born and grew up in Marseille, is the son of Algerian immigrants and has suffered taunts about his heritage throughout his football career.<br />The two players initially clashed in the Italian penalty area before words were exchanged.<br />Materazzi said: "I held his shirt, for only a few seconds. He turned towards me and scoffed at me, looking at me with super arrogance, up and down.<br />"He said 'if you really want my shirt, you can have it later'. It's true, I shot back with an insult."<br />Fifa is to investigate Zidane's sending-off and president Sepp Blatter has hinted the France star could be stripped of the Golden Ball award he won after being voted the best player in the World Cup by journalists.<br /><br />Zidane said he planned to defend himself in the Fifa investigation into his sending off.<br />He also confirmed that he would not go back on his decision to quit the game.<br />"This is a decision I have made and I will not go back on it," he said. "This is definite. I will not play again."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-115275881229607394?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-1150108227439274742006-06-12T17:22:00.000+07:002006-07-19T17:25:03.583+07:00<span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Es soll mir im Bauch kribbeln, wenn Du an meiner Tür klingelst. Ich möchte die ganze Nacht mit Dir reden und um jede Minute, die Du länger bei mir bleibst, feilschen - und natürlich gewinnen! ;o) Ich möchte mir Geschichten erzählen lassen, die irgendwann passieren und solche, die Phantasie bleiben.</em></strong></span> </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#330000;">It should feel like butterflies in my tummy, when you rang on my door. I want to talk with you the whole night and every minute that you stay, haggle you and finally win you over. I want to tell and hear stories that would happen and let the fantasy lives.</span></span><span style="color:#33cc00;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Ich möchte Dich ganz oft küssen, Kissenschlachten, bis uns beiden vor Lachen der Bauch weh tut, nachts auf einem Spielplatz mit Dir auf einer Schaukel sitzen. </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I want to kiss you so many times, and have pillow wars, until our stomach hurts from laughing so hard, nights at a playground sitting with you on a swing .</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Ich möchte mit Dir zusammen bei Kerzenschein in der Badewanne sitzen und Sekt trinken. Ich möchte verregnete Sonntage mit Dir im Bett verbringen, in Deinem liebsten und kuscheligsten Pulli mit Dir warmen Schokoladenpudding essen, mit Dir durch den Regen spazieren und Dein nasses Gesicht küssen. </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">I want to sit with you in the bathtub under the candlelight and drink sparkling wine. I want to spend rainy Sundays with you in bed, with your favorite cuddly sweater, eating warm chocopudding, walking with you under the rain and kissing your wet face.</span> </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Es soll sich gut und richtig anfühlen, neben Dir wach zu werden und neben Dir einzuschlafen. Wenn ich in Deine Augen schaue, möchte ich wissen, dass ich geliebt bin. Ich möchte von Dir beschützt werden und Dich beschützen. Du sollst der Mensch sein, von dem ich mir wünsche, dass er meine Hand hält, wenn ich Angst habe. </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It should feel right and good, waking up next to you and sleeping beside you. When I look at your eyes, I want to know that I am loved. I wanted to be protected and to protect you. You should be that person, from whom I wish, that'll hold my hand, when I am afraid.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Ich möchte einfach laut lachen müssen, weil es Dich gibt. Ich möchte Deine fehlende Hälfte sein, für Dich da sein, wenn Du mich brauchst und ich möchte Dir vertrauen können! Wenn ich einkaufen gehe, möchte ich Dir Deine Lieblingssachen mitbringen, bei Sonnenschein in Deinen Armen auf einer Wiese liegen und Deine Stimme zu hören macht mir Gänsehaut. </em></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I just want to laugh out loud, just because there's you. I want to be your other half, be there for you, when you need me and I want to be able to trust you! When I go shopping, I want to bring home your favorite things, laying in your arms under the sun beside the river and listening to your voice that'll bring goosebumps on my skin.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><strong><em>Du sollst für mich mitbestellen, wenn ich später komme. Ich möchte es manchmal gar nicht abwarten können, wieder mit Dir allein zu sein und Du sollst Deinen Pullover bei mir vergessen, damit ich bis zum nächsten Mal etwas habe, was nach Dir riecht. Wenn ich alt bin und nur weisse Haare habe, möchte ich neben Dir auf dem Sofa sitzen und unseren Enkeln erzählen, wie es war, Dich das erste Mal zu küssen... </em></strong></span><br /></span>You should order for me, when I'm late. And I couldn't hardly wait just to be alone with you again and you should leave you sweater at my place, so I could have something that smell of you before you come again. And when I'm old and I only have my grey hair left, I want to sit next to you on the sofa and tell our grandchildren, how it was, kissing you for the first time...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-115010822743927474?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-1140786214781966772006-02-24T19:33:00.000+07:002006-03-02T17:57:38.036+07:00<span style="color:#000099;">Was chatting with a cousin about our sisters, we are unfortunately the younger ones, talking how our sisters sometimes made our life a living hell. Then she mentioned about her sister's lack of purpose in life. And I ask "What did you mean by that?". And she told me how her sister seemed to be too relax, no sense of devotion towards her parents and having no targets in life, i.e.: marriage and children blah blah blah. I was taken aback for a few second. And as usual, the "I don't want to create any drama, so I just keep quiet" person that I am, I started to nod to whatever she said, agreeing anything her mind spoke.<br /><br />Our conversation got me thinking. When people asked about my status and all, I always said I'm single, which is the truth. And of course the questions continues, "Well, why aren't you looking? What are you waiting for?" and so on and so on. And I naturally replied, "God would make everything beautiful in His time, I just got to be patient". Now, some of you might think that that is just my excuse. But really, don't you think I haven't tried to look? Do people really think that we (single women) don't want to have any relationship?<br /><br />It's not my fault that up until today, in the 25th year of my life I haven't plan to get married or anything. I mean, for crying out loud, WITH WHO???!!! There's something really wrong about our society measure success in life. Success means having a family. Bah! I mean it's nice to build a family and having children and all, but it doesn't mean that if I don't have it yet that there's something wrong with me and that I need help PRONTO! I just wish people would mind their own business. I believe if I haven't found anyone yet right now it's because there's some people i need to be there for. And that if I already have someone, I wouldn't have time for my family & friends. So there's is a blessing in disguise behind the situation. And believe it or not, I've found my peace. Whether I find my significant other today, tomorrow, next week or next year, I will be at peace. I'll whine every now and then, but I know my time would come. And for anyone else who thinks I've no intention in looking and finding that special person.. well, they can piss off!<br /><br />God is Love, peace out!<br />Angela</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-114078621478196677?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21893477.post-1138932088397269722006-02-03T08:55:00.000+07:002006-07-17T22:14:56.456+07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/2219/1600/la.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/2219/200/la.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/2219/1600/la.0.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1327/2219/1600/la.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Can’t believe we’re half way through the first decade in the 21st century. I used to think that by this time there would be cars flying in the sky. Hah! So much for my imagination.<br />And what comes with ever new year are new resolutions. So I thought I’d share you my resolutions:</strong><br /><br /><strong>1. <em><span style="color:#330099;">Quit smoking!</span></em> Okay, not likely. But hey, it’s only the sixth day of January. I still have like 360 days more to go! So back off people!</strong><br /><br /><strong>2. <span style="color:#330099;"><em>Volunteer for <a href="http://www.habitat.org">Habitat for Humanity</a></em>.</span> You might think that it’s easy right? Just go ahead and volunteer yourself. But here’s the catch. In Habitat, not only you have to volunteer yourself, but you also have to donate some money. I actually think it’s a good idea. It makes you really committed in your volunteer work. But my problem is I can’t even support myself let alone donating a few thousand bucks. (Anyone reading this, who wants to donate money but couldn’t volunteer, please contact me and we’ll talk. Thanks.</strong><br /><br /><strong>3. <em><span style="color:#330099;">Going back to school.</span></em> Ah, the sheer joy of not having the responsibility to support yourself. To act stupid and be forgiven for it. To ask for more allowances and not feel guilty for it. Because hey, we’re only students! Damn, I really wish I could go back to those days!</strong><br /><br /><strong>4. <span style="color:#330099;"><em>Take a yoga class</em>.</span> Didn’t know where that came from, just thought I should put something here that would show my intentions to loose weight. </strong><br /><br /><strong>5. Last but not least, I’m gonna <span style="color:#330099;"><em>find my significant other</em>.</span> Yup, I am no longer capable of being single. I’ve had it. Period. This year I’m really going to look for that person who will be responsible for my every heartache, every laughter, every tear, every smile, every headache and every joy. So come on lad, where the heck are ya? </strong><br /><br /><strong>That’s it. Now I’m gonna leave you with a short lyric from <a href="http://www.jamiecullum.com">Jamie Cullum’s </a>“Next Year, Baby”. Just to put things in perspective.</strong><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">“ </span><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Next year, things are gonna change/Gonna drink less beer/And start all over again/Gonna read more books/Gonna keep up with the news/Gonna learn how to cook/And spend less money on shoes/I’ll pay my bills on time/And file ‘em in the way everyday/Only drink the finest wine/And call my gran every Sunday/Well resolutions, baby they come and go/Will I do any of these things?/The answer is probably N O/If there’s one thing I am still/Despite my greatest fears/I’m gonna say to you/How I felt all over these years/Next year……… “<br /></span></em></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">God is love, peace out<br />~Angela~</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21893477-113893208839726972?l=angelas-sideofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angela Adeliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16818961365666411050noreply@blogger.com1