tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84559289164366589332024-03-14T02:07:23.572+07:00Captures On LifeLieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-25912591548076950462014-07-11T22:28:00.000+07:002014-07-11T22:28:21.001+07:00MaleficentThe dark, the evil, the twisted, that's what they think of her. But through this Disney version of Maleficent, the evil fairy from the famous story tale Sleeping Beauty has became more of a misunderstood character. Actually, I never give much notice about any valiant, but this version was really good.<br />
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Like what it says in the poster, Don't believe the fairy tale. I think that this version remains me of what I thought when I was a kid: I believe that every human being has a good soul and no one is bad or evil. And even if there are people that seemed to be bad or evil, I always thought that there was something or a situation that made people do such bad things. As I get older, that believe is some how fading away, especially after living in the working world where there are just so much injustice and it's hard to notice which is right and wrong and everybody is just being mean to everyone else. Seeing this beautifully written story, makes me try to start understanding this world again. Remembering that behind some 'bad' people, there's a story and a reason why people do things to others.<br />
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Angelina Jolie is back! Not really a big fan of her's, but from all of the people in this world, I think that she is perfect for being Maleficent and the movie proofed it too! Angelina is a character that is gracious and cool, that has gone to the wild and dark side has changed to be a loving mother of six. This movie was really meant for her! Actually I love the idea of her having kids from different backgrounds and colors. It's like being open to the whole world.<br />
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If you haven't had the chance to see the movie, here's the thriller:<br />
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Resolutions or I'd rather say list of things that will be my focus on 2014 -I'm not finding any solutions but rather just searching for my happiness, are:<br />
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<li> saving for a specific destination rather than dreaming for an RTW trip which is a bit impossible for me at the moment. I have chosen a certain country that I really really really desperately wanted to go and I will focus to prepare my trip to go there (note: alone). This doesn't mean I'm throwing away the dream, but it's more about trying to make it real in a small measurable portion and I know in my heart it will take me further.</li>
<li>say NO when I want to say NO. This one is not going to be easy for me. I really need to turn away from the guilty feeling of making other people unhappy</li>
<li>spend more time blogging! I really need this one. Rather than being a sad sack that cries about the unfairness of this world, I wanted to learn how to write things that interest me the most. I always love to travel because I like to see how people live their life's, so I wanted to captured that and share the passion with everyone else.</li>
<li>learn and learn and learn so much more in taking better photograph. Travel, photo, and coffee are three of the world's pleasure!</li>
<li>more doodle-ing. I always make pictures in my mind that I would like to make it into doodles but often it's just gone away. So now I carry a little green doodle book so I can captured moments worth doodling hahaha...</li>
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That's all I always think of. Will do better this year!<br />
Hope you have a very fun-tastic year ahead :)<br />
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Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-15433974889897572682014-01-01T01:35:00.001+07:002014-01-01T01:35:53.427+07:00Goodbye 2013<div style="text-align: center;">
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2013, started as an hopeful year but turned out so badly that I glad it's over. A series of unfortunate events come and go. Bad things started in the very beginning of this year and left some pretty bad scars. I move back to my hometown just before the new year of 2013 and ended up in a job which I don't like but pretty much was the choice I have at that time. After just about 2 weeks at my new home, on a rainy Sunday afternoon, the ceiling in my bedroom felt down and it made a very bad mess and flood in to my house. The whole house was wet and dirty and we had to stay in our nice neighbor house for a couple of days.</div>
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Then just about a month after moving, I became so stressful in my job, I felt like I'm such a failure and the pressure was to hard for me to handle. It was every morning I have the desire to quit my job because I felt there is no point anymore. But after lots and lots of thinking, I really needed the payment (yes I admitted I work there for the money ONLY) because I was saving for my RTW trip. I then made a plan to save for about 2 years than after that I was planning to quit for good. That thought was the only thing that keep me waking up every morning to go to that horrible place and do the things I hated the most.</div>
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The very sad thing about 2013 was when I turned 30. Yep... I'm now officially a thirty something girl... it's bad that my twenties had gone, but it means I'm in the beginning of thirty something :) The thing that made me sad was because I didn't finished my 30B30 list :( I really tried to finished it, but "the moving" thing did took so much time, energy, and mind. </div>
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Everything was quite alright and I did got a beautiful scar, it was a tattoo that I made. My first one and I'm so happy with it. Than that very bad accident happened. I still can remembered it so well. I was on the 24th of July -my husband's birthday. He was out of town the day before and was going home that night. I wanted to make a surprise by getting him a birthday cake. And for a reason I couldn't understand, I chose a bakery that was near my old high school. Logically, there was a bakery near my office and it was on the way home and tasted batter, but I don't know why I turn around and went the other way to buy the cake. On the way to the bakery, in a flash of second, without realizing what happened, I felt from my motorcycle. When I knew what happened, I was already sitting on the road and my mouth was bleeding. I stumble over on a road that was under-construction but was not being cleaned properly (and there was no sign). People said that I was the fifth person to fall that day. The scar did heal, but I had broke two of my upper front teeth. It took a month to recovered and I had to use a fake teeth, and from then on, I could not bite no more :( The accident was a split of second but the damage was permanent...</div>
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Than things got worst at September. My father got really sick. He went in and out of the hospital about three times in two months and still needs home care. Since September, I had to move back in my parents house because I'm the only child and my parents needs me.<br />
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Well, things didn't get any better at my work, but I felt there's no other option now because I needed to earn so much for the medication, so quitting my job was not an option. I'm now in the zone of feeling stuck and was a bit desperate. I bury my dream away, I live a life I don't wanted, and I have to live by other people's expectation. It made me feel so hopeless and no matter how much motivation I read, I still haven't find a way out. I really acted as a victim and it was a bad thing. But at this time of my life I really don't know what and how to get out of this mess.<br />
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But hey, it's now 2014... the good thing about new year is we have a second chance. I really hoped I could closed the doors I wanted to closed and opened new ones that needed to be opened. I needed a lot of changes. It's new year now, so it's a new hope! Happy new hope everyone :)<br />
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The end of my <a href="http://capturesonlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/lieshas-30-before-30-list.html" target="_blank">30 BEFORE 30</a> journey! Can't believe that I have made a very long project :) Two years! I haven't accomplished everything on my list, but yet I still feel so very happy because I have write off most of the challenging things. I have made my first tattoo, which mean I can do another one (yay!) and I did take my mum on a mother and daughter holiday :)</div>
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So here comes a new decade for me :) I know it will be great!</div>
Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-64349072405812641212013-06-09T22:04:00.003+07:002013-06-09T22:05:38.021+07:00The Rhythm of LifeI've come to the last month before my 30th birthday. Since my project started two years ago, I think I've accomplished so much. It's not the many things I've done on my list, because it's not completed yet, but it's about how far I've became. For the past two years, I've became a little bit more crazier, which is a great sign because I can enjoy life a little bit more, but most important is that I started to know more about myself. It's really a great thing if you know about yourself, not from what people think or say about you, but it's more about what you feel about yourself. This life is a long journey, and the more I know about myself, the more I know the rhythm that my heart and body can follow. I've considered that I'm a slow rhythm kind of person. I love to stop and enjoy the moment and I'm not comfortable in any rush of things. The more people push me to rush things, the more likely I would fall down and usually hurt myself (and my heart).<br />
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Thinking of that, I kinda wonder why people nowadays like to rush things? I know it's a demand to earn a living you have to be the fastest, the most improved person, the one that makes the big numbers, and so on... but after you got those numbers, or being the fastest, other people will do more and more and it's an never ending. And it's okay to have done that once in your life, we have to experience things to know how it really is, but considering doing that kinda thing for decades? That's about the scariest thing I could think of. Yet lots of people are doing that. I would like to share a short story from Paulo Coelho's book "<i>Like the flowing river</i>":<br />
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A man asked my friend Jamie Cohen: 'What is the human being's funniest characteristics?' Cohen said: 'Our contradictoriness. We are in such a hurry to grow up, and then we long for our lost childhood. We make ourselves ill earning money, and then spend all our money on getting well again. We think so much about our future that we neglect the present, and thus experience neither the present nor the future. We live as if we were going to die, and die as if we had never lived.<br />
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<br />Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-9875807687566484922013-05-21T23:35:00.001+07:002013-05-21T23:35:57.149+07:00Unused Photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Have you ever unintentionally made some photos from your smartphone because you forget to close the app or just pressed the wrong button? I've did that many times, mostly between photos I wanted to made. I thought it would be nice to use those unused photo for a little art project. I use my favorite app, <a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=jp.naver.linecamera.android" target="_blank">Line Camera</a>, did some cropping and color editing, and just stamp a long to make a story!</div>
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By the spirit of <a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2013/05/19/5-books-that-changed-your-life/" target="_blank">Paulo Coelho's</a> question about what 5 books that changed my life, I kinda need a few seconds to think of it. I looked at the list of 50 books that changed the world (another Paulo's post), and got to realized that in my entire life I've only read two of them (technically one and a half because I haven't read the whole bible). So this is my list of books that changed my life in order from the latest:</div>
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This is actually the second book of Paulo that I read. It's a book about craziness. I mean it really opened my mind, where in this world where "normal" is devined by a group of people that have power after other people, it leads for the free-hearted people to be traped and left so empty. Some people even are more afraid of being out there in the "normal people world" and being in an institution house. The story gives the feeling that we are not alone in this world (for the free-hearted people) and normal is just an idea.<br />
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<li>The Shack by by William P. Young<br />
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The Shack actually was the book that came in the right time and place. I was at the point in my life where I felt like I don't have a life and I don't know what I will do with my life and soon on when one night, after work, me and my friend went to the bookstore where we rarely do because in the town where I work, only have to very small bookstore and it's better to go to a bookstore in the city, when I found this book. On the back cover, as I remembered says it's the book for people who needs direction in life, so I bought it for no reason. Out of the boredom, I read the book and I even cried in the end. It took only one night to read the whole thing. And that's when I started to discover things that I wanted to do in life, including starting my 30Before30 list.<br />
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<li>The secret life of bees by Sue Monk Kidd<br />
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This my my favorite book turned into a movie. I loved it so much and it is one of those books that can made me so emotional. The book is more as encouragement for young ladys to be strong going through this life. It really suits me through he hardship I went through in my twenties.<br />
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My favorite book growing up! I think I read it mor than 20 times!!!!! I didn't even owned the book. I read it in the library all through my high school days. Yep, I rarely made friends that time. I enjoyed my days in the library, reading books I loved. This book is a alone life type book, but I just love the darkness of the story.<br />
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<li>The Secret Garden is a novel by Frances Hodgson Burnett<br />
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I first read it in elementary and instantly felt in love with the story. I think I kinda felt related a bit because I'm the only child and some thing like that. I love the adventure in the book and how in the end the little girl made it a happy garden. I grow up dreaming of it. The big house, a big bed that have a window of the garden, and of course, having to nurture a secret garden of my own. And that's the basic thing that still lives in my fantasy.</li>
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Oh dear, it's May already, just one and a half months to my 30B30 due date and still lots to do! What happened to my life since last December was really out of my plans and had changed my life so much. That's why I didn't post much like I used too (and it's a bad thing). I was drowned so much in my problems, because trouble is like an unwanted friend that accompany me through the days. I got stressed-out and I guess it's so near to getting depressed. I know in my heart I want to quit this unhealthy lifestyle I'm going through right now (I'm working 12-14 hours everyday, not that I got more on my salary, and sometimes on Saturdays and Sundays too), but the logic part of me made me stay because I have bigger goals than that. So here I am... Losing almost 5 of my precious months of my 20s! But I'm not quitting my 30B30 list, I'm still trying to accomplish it. I've even done some of the list but haven't made a post and I have plans for the rest. 46 days to go =) it's a bit of a wake-up call! I got to make these last days count. Here we go, let's start from this:</div>
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If your days are dull and gloomy, if everything that you do is not towards what you've dream of, if the days seems so long and the pain is never ending, if trouble comes over and over, I would love to hear this quote from someone =)Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-25978573209469741112013-04-14T00:50:00.000+07:002013-04-14T00:50:09.143+07:00A story about life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Found a movie by the recommendation of my friend R, the kind of movie I like. Judging by it's cover, it's so much like the Love Actually cover, and that is true because the director is the same. It's been a long time people made movies like this, so I'm so eager to see it.</div>
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The story is about some English seniors that came to India with different expectation, but lives in the same roof of Marigold Hotel they reserved from a web. It relates to real life by telling the story that not everything will worked out as you've planned. And sometimes, it's not always sweet at what people think is the end, because quoting from the narator, "<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;">Everything will be alright in the end so if it is not alright it is not the end.</span>" HAHAHA... it's true! </div>
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Observing from the movie, I guess that most of us are trapped in someway or another of the life that we done really want to live in, but too afraid to take the other way. That is what I related the most. And I think most of us feel the same. I can count with my hand of how much people say the are happy at where they are right now. And like the character of Douglas, people are caged by their own will, because they are mostly good people that won't hurt somebody else, and having to spend 30 years of his life living unhappy. Then there's Graham, who is caged by his own thought that he made the man that he love suffered. But the good thing about the story of this movie is that they still have the time to change things.</div>
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After watching it, I can't leave the thought that I'm one of those people who spent my life (specially the last 4 years) living the life that I don't want to. And yes, I'm also trapped by my own thoughts. I knew it all the way but always got scare to change things. So I'm glad watching this movie because it gives me a little encouragement I got so little from people around me. I've made the plan that I think would change my life. It would took me about two years to do that. I know I'm a slow runner, but I usually will get ti where I'm heading. So I'll just be positive about things and carry on!</div>
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Finally!!! Number one on my 30 Before 30 list, getting a tattoo is DONE!</div>
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Something I wanted from a long time ago. I remembered, since I was about 14 I wanted to have a tattoo. I always like to make those temporary ones. This time, it is real and permanent. The letter "L" is inked!</div>
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My process of getting a tattoo was not an easy one. I was introduced to the tattoo artist by my co-worker. His name is Andre. The tattoo artist wanted me to have a clean and healthy tattoo, and I surely agreed with that. So he asked me to do some blood test (which were more expensive than the tattoo itself!). Because it was my first tattoo (not my last, hopefully...), I did all the blood test he recommended. A HIV-test was needed. It took 3 days for the result. It was negative, well, it was supposed to be because the fact that my life was far from crazy things (before 2011) and I even considered boring hahaha... I had the tattoo at my house! Yes, the tattoo artist was so kind he would likely go to our house with his lots and lots of equipment. It took 15 minutes to prepare and only about 10 minutes to make my letter "L" tattoo. And yes it hurt, it's a tattoo after all, but it's so bearable! So here I'm, inked with the letter "L". I love it so much!<br />
<br />Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-12454802292914438992013-03-14T13:32:00.001+07:002013-05-21T23:43:50.480+07:00Vote vote vote!I have a dream and I'm working towards it :) dear nice people, please vote for my post: <a href="http://www.mydestination.com/users/lieshabear/bbb"><img alt="Vote for me" height="150px" src="http://cdnstatic-2.mydestination.com/Images/bbb/badge.png" width="150px" /></a><br />
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Tomorrow. Wednesday. 6 P.M. My house. The letter is L.</div>
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I have decided, I'm gonna inked a letter "L" on my wrist like the picture above (I got from the Internet). I first thought about the idea in the bathroom when I saw my letter "L" pendant. "L" represents my name Liesha, and not only that, I remembered that my lovely grandma's signature is an "L" Latin alphabet. I admire her so much. She's a very strong intelligent woman. She reads lots and lots of books, she owns a bookstore, her favorite author was Pearl S. Buck, and she loves to grow orchids. She have lived in the difficult times and yet have made an success by her own. Had traveled to Australia by herself at the time when traveling was not easy. So for every reasons, I want to put that spirit into something permanent. And L also stands for LIVE LIFE, LOVE, and LAUGH, all that make life worth living for.</div>
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So grandma, this is for you :)</div>
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<br />Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-85109844346059029642013-03-02T00:41:00.000+07:002013-03-02T00:41:43.130+07:00When the night comesWhen you were little and growing up, have you ever wondered what it's like when nights falls? Well, I always do. I when I was 6 or 7, I had to get to bed no later than 9 P.M., but I know that not everyone have to sleep at that time. That's what makes me wonder, what is like at night time? And growing up, I get to know the life of night time. By college ages, I lived at that moment. By this age know, I have lived by the day time, night time, and even dawn, where most of the world was sleeping because I have to traveled at that time. But for now, I went back to the "normal" life. I know that "normal" is a stereotype, but that's how I would described it. It's been two months now, and normal for me seems more and more to be a scary word after all.<br />
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To spark things up a little bit, I have recreated what seems to be my imagination when I was a kid! To be the owner of the night, have the streets for myself, and dance 'till the sunrises!<br />
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Dancing in the streets! What I've always wanted to do :)</div>
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This month quote is from Mr.A-Z himself, Jason Mraz. It's from his song "I won't give up", the one thing I really need right now. And I guess that three things are the things I have to learn everyday so I won't forget about my dreams.</div>
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<br/>Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-80130712232401622392013-02-09T10:00:00.000+07:002013-02-09T10:00:03.574+07:00I had a dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After a hard two months of struggling in moving, disaster, home renovation, and adapting to my new life, I finally got a break. Last night, I finally can do things I missed, making my nailart, watching too much National Geography and TLC, browsing Pinterest, and those kinda stuff hahaha... Well, I guess, I'm starting to get back in track, or may I say, getting to roll in the new track.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well, what happened is that this morning I had a very wonderful dream that I really wish I hadn't got a cough and woke up. I dreamed I was attending a family affair in India (INDIA!!!). I don't know how that happen! But I was so trilled. And when I arrived there, like everyone was so busy doing their own things, and well, like the actually family gatherings, I always was not fit-in anywhere, so while they were busy, I had time for myself to go out for a walk. So, there I was, in India (I always wanted to go there!), having a lot of time for my own, IT WAS AWESOME! Then the next great thing happen, as I was walking down the street feeling happy and all that, I notice that a lot of people dances a long the street. I thought it was fun! Then I took a road without thinking too much like I usually do, and it was heading to a white temple. There was a group of Indian soldiers riding big fancy horses with much decoration on it. As I was walking, I also got in the way of one of the soldier. I'm glad he wasn't angry at me. Behind the soldiers, I saw a lady with a lama (weird, right?) and she said that it was a dancing lama. If I wanted to, I could dance with the lama. Of course I accepted the lady's offer! So she handed me the rope, and she said that the lama will started to synchronize with me first, so we can dance in the same rhythm. So there I was, holding the lama's rope then I woke up!!!!! UUUUGH! I really hated to have to wake up. The dream felt so really and I was so happy, something I hadn't felt for a long time :( Well, I hoped it will be a real thing and soon hahaha... </span></div>
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Although 2012 has been been a rough year for my dear blog, I did managed to do somethings I'm gonna remembered for the rest of my life. In random order, those things are:<br />
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1. Won a festival ticket to Katy Perry's California Dream Tour and seeing her in the front of the line<br />
2. Went to Cambodia all by myself and got lost while cycling to the Angkor Wat temples (my first solo travel abroad)<br />
3. Made an insane youtube video (my first), a very bad E.T. version of Katy Perry, though I'm happy I'd made my friends laugh until they cried<br />
4. Watch Jason Mraz live with my dear friends<br />
5. Spent a quality time with my Mum at our holiday at Phuket and Singapore<br />
6. Had a wonderful time at Vietnam with my hubby, I love the food so muuuuuch and the coffee (YUM!!)<br />
7. Performed a surprised wacky gangnam style dance which me and my crazy duo friend made up at an office gathering<br />
8. Made a memorable pictures of my Teddy Bear with each 86 faces at my 'ex'office (from my boss to the office janitor, everyone is in)<br />
9. Found my way home... which mean I'm moving back to my birth town. This is me moving for the 11th time in my life<br />
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So those are the summary of my 2012. I had a new start this 2013, living with my husband (we live in different cities since before we got married) and having a new office, so all I wanna work out this year is: courage to go through all of the things ahead of me, moving forward as my strength to let go of the past and focus on now, and listening to my heart as my guidance to make my next move towards my dream.<br />
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How's your 2012? And what plans did you made for 2013? Share it with me!<br />
Have a happy happy new year everyone!<br />
<br />Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-7374315833870437142012-12-02T21:49:00.000+07:002012-12-02T21:49:45.320+07:00Changes...<br />
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December has come... the last month of 2012... honestly, I'm nervous. Lot's of things are about to change in 2013. Here's a little reading about that topic:</div>
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When winter arrives, the trees must sigh in sadness as they see their leaves falling.</div>
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They say: ‘We will never be like we were before.’<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Of course.</div>
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Or still, what is the meaning of renewing oneself? The next leaves will have their own nature, they pertain to a new summer that approaches and which will never be like the one that passed.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Living means changing – and the seasons repeat these lessons to us every year.</div>
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Changing means going through a period of depression: we still don’t know the new and we have to forget everything we used to know.</div>
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But if we are a little patient, spring ends up arriving and we forget the winter of our hopelessness.</div>
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Change and renewal are the laws of life.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />It is best to get used to them and not suffer about things that only exist to bring us joy.</div>
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Look what me and my mum made</div>
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A couples of months ago, I went to Vietnam and felt in love with it's foods! Everywhere I go there, the food is so delicious. The street food, the fast food, and of course the restaurant food. I specially love the food I ate at Ben Thanh Market, Ho Chi Minh (Saigon). I think they have the best food ever! So last week, me and my mum want to remake the famous Vietnamese spring rolls.</div>
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Our version of Vietnamese spring rolls</div>
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Well, I didn't get to take a picture of the process because I was to busy to make them. The outer layer was the tricky part. I bought it from the Ben Thanh market. I was dry and we have to dip it in a warm water and it was sticky, so we have to move fast in putting in the raw veggies and the shrimp. I got the recipe from the Internet. I just combine some of the and added to my (poor) memory of how it actually taste! HAHAHA...<br />
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Well, here are the spring rolls! It didn't look really good as the "original" version, but it was a nice try for a first starter HAHAHA... At least I enjoyed our mother-daughter weekend thing =)<br />
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Errrrrr.... this is what the spring rolls suppose to look like!</div>
<br />Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-35500565504435885702012-11-14T12:46:00.000+07:002012-11-14T12:48:09.450+07:00Friends: the side effect<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Watching Friends in a not-so-orderly sequences makes me wanna do the TV Show in the right order. So it goes to my 30B30 list. Recently, I've just had the time to start watching it again, since the last time was unsuccessful. I've just finished the whole season one when I started to realize the side effects of watching Friends. Since 2008, I have been living on my own, don't get me wrong, I loved it. But after being put to work in a remote place which is far from any of my friends at 2009, I'm completely ON MY OWN. So watching those six best friends, always seeing each other, taking care of each other or even just joking around, gives me that very bad side effects: I missed my friends! ='( I really miss having a small gank like that, I used to have one at college, but now, I don't even have a friend to go with after work. It is so depressing. I was okay being alone at all times, but being alone + watching Friends = not okay!</div>
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Look how cuddlely they are... I want a gank like this!</div>
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So, I still have 9 seasons to go. I still wanna finish the legendary TV show in a sequences. Only God knows how long I could take the side effects. Does anybody have (and still) have a gank like this and still manage the work life these days? Please let me know how?<br />
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<br />Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-61394633873675108322012-11-11T23:00:00.002+07:002012-11-11T23:00:27.783+07:00Am I killing my dream?Things has happened to me during this few weeks (or months?)... What I discovered is that I'm starting to kill my dreams whether I knew it or not. I kinda notice it today when a good friend of mine, ask me a simple question, "when will my next travel trip be?" and I answered with so much excuses when actually I don't have any trip ahead :'( I don't know what had happened with my head, but I know it is not a good thing. I tried to seek <a href="http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2010/07/31/3-min-reading-killing-your-dreams/" target="_blank">Paulo Coelho's 1 min reading about this</a>:<br />
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<strong style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The first symptom</strong> of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><strong style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />The second symptom</strong> of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.</div>
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And, finally, <strong style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">the third symptom</strong> of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.</div>
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When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.</div>
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And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons</div>
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Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-1972946791483727892012-11-02T18:09:00.001+07:002012-11-02T18:09:11.915+07:00The question of moving on<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><a href='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dzTxrxESl7k/UJOpzD6CZzI/AAAAAAAABEA/u3hKc_qQQBE/s2560/1351854452641.jpeg' onblur='try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}'><img border='0' src='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dzTxrxESl7k/UJOpzD6CZzI/AAAAAAAABEA/u3hKc_qQQBE/s288/1351854452641.jpeg' style='display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 216px;'/></a><br/>
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Just a while ago, I got a chance to catch up with a friend I haven't talked to for about a year. After all of that catching up, about our lifes, our friends and all that stuff, comes that bigger question, "Have I move on?". After all the stories about someones promotion, having babies, moving to a new place, going somewhere, have the new business, I kinda felt the urge to ask myself, where am I now? How much I've change since a year ago and sadly, not much had happened. I'm still stuck in that job that I don't like since 3 years ago, I'm still living in this darn town, I haven't had any babies (which is okay for me hahaha), and I'm just still complaining about the same thing a year ago. That really hits me. I haven't moved on from the place I was a year ago. I guess it's a bit of a wake up call. I don't wanna be trapped in the position that I don't like but afraid to do something about it. This year has only two months, I'm trying really hard to figured out what to do to get out of this situation. I just need that courage to move on... <br/>
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What about you? Are you complaining the same thing that you complained a year ago? Please tell me what to do...<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-56243237192225454892012-10-18T14:37:00.001+07:002012-10-18T14:37:14.040+07:00Print and stick<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>After reading some thoughts in Facebook, I decided I like this one, about keeping our life simple. I like, so I print it, then I sitck it! That simple! :)<br/>
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The animal market itself is an interesting place, you get to see many animals for sale. I personally don't like the idea of animal in a cage, because it's not want the are meant to be. But it's a very old market and people have done it since a very long time ago. This is some animals I got to capture, we got there a bit to late and lots of stall have been close. There are so much animal you can find, like dogs, cats, squirrel, lizard, bird, chicken, bat, snake, and many more.<br />
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<br />Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455928916436658933.post-87365748608569689372012-10-14T22:21:00.001+07:002012-10-14T22:21:34.266+07:00Those cute little things...<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>It's been a while since I have time to go to the mall! Can't believe that happened! It's not that I have to always go there, but once a while will be okay. It's been about two or three months! So this lovely weekend, I decided to go to a new mall, just to check some few things. Actually, I'm doing a little research about opening a shop at the mall. While I'm there, I can't help to buy some few things.<br/>
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This cute ring<br/>
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A rabbit headphone plug for my friend<br/>
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A big flower hair band for my friend's baby girl<br/>
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This cute belt for me!<br/>
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Then I bought four plain colored t-shirts to match my new look I'm working on :) Lots of things I want to buy but I didn't :( and then I saw this lovely mother and child thing:<br/>
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There's just so much cuteness in one day! Hahaha...<br/><p style='font-size: xx-small' align='right'>posted from <a href='https://market.android.com/details?id=pl.przemelek.android.blogger'>Bloggeroid</a></p></div>Lieshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09222278537590234610noreply@blogger.com0