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2012-05-04
I Thought I Saw Tote Bag
2012-04-09
I Teared Up
Don't judge my today's posting by its pic. Oh please I'm not going to post something porn here, I'd rather keep it for my self *eh?*
I just got it from my Facebook last night in it was so touching my heart, I was crying. Don't worry you don't have to share this story, it is not a chain message so just relax. It would give you time to think and perhaps could save your bad marriage or bad relationship. Happy reading and prepare tissues :')
Married or not you should read this...
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Here's the link, at least my pic is more polite than the original one ;)
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150785835570299&set=p.10150785835570299&type=1
I just got it from my Facebook last night in it was so touching my heart, I was crying. Don't worry you don't have to share this story, it is not a chain message so just relax. It would give you time to think and perhaps could save your bad marriage or bad relationship. Happy reading and prepare tissues :')
Married or not you should read this...
“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
Here's the link, at least my pic is more polite than the original one ;)
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150785835570299&set=p.10150785835570299&type=1
2012-03-05
Beautifully Straight
Believe me, that's me. Yeah, with the air blows my hair and my cute eyes without sunny :DOkay, back to the reality, technically I have a short hair as the picture above but I don't have those beautiful eyes. I just found that picture at otaku Tumblr. Actually, this picture just reflects how I really want to be looked like this in a windy day, stay cute. Impossible but I bet every girls have a same wish as me. All you need is just confess that.
But in this case I don't want to spend my money on hair spa and make my hair as straight as wire, so it's still neat in every condition. My hair is beautifully straight and it is a great gift from God. Though it wouldn't blow beautifully in a windy day but thanks God, it's straight!
2012-02-10
Quote For You, Prime Suspect
Don’t tell me you’re sorry cause you’re not
Baby when I know you’re only sorry you got caught
But you put on quite a show
You really had me going
But now it’s time to go
Curtain’s finally closing
That was quite a show
Very entertaining
But it’s over now
Go on and take a bow
Grab your clothes and get gone
You better hurry up
Before the sprinklers come on
Talkin’ bout'
Girl, I love you, you’re the one
This just looks like a re-run
Please, what else is onRihanna-Take A Bow
2012-01-20
New Habbit For New Hobby
That picture is sooooo me. It reflects me so well. Just imagine that the girl in the picture is me with the box in the head. You got what I mean?Well, I'm that kind of that person, always thinking inside the box. I always see a problem or a case by the rules, I don't really dare to find the newest or the extreme solution. This habit is totally bad for my new hobby. Debating.
*Debating? Hellooo? Everyone do that thing, what you just called it? Hobby?*
Whatever. I’m not talking about an ordinary debate like we usually do when we keep arguing with our mommy. What I’m gonna talking about is debate competition in English. This kind of activity forces us to think outside the box. See? Outside the box. *why?* Let me make it easy for you. If you hear the word “abortion”, what would pop in your mind? Killing an innocent embrio? I guess so. I’m sure you’re not agree with this kind of action. Buuuut, what if you have to agree with it? What if you have to emphasize this statement by delivering some evidences to make it stronger? What would you do?
That’s what I’ve talked about, debating competition is teach us to see a problem not only in one side but also in other sides. That’s why, this kind of activity force me to think outside the box. Because in debate competition we always find a new and an unique problem to debate called MOTION. It could be educational problems such as, “Students are allowed to use handphone during the class” or “Homeschooling is better than public school”. Or maybe about health problem like “Marijuana is allowed since cigarette does”. Also social and culture problems such as, “Celebrate Valentine day is useless since it is not our culture as Indonesian” and “Reality shows on television help the children to grow up well”. Sounds weird? Yeah, but this is debating world. And now, I’m trying to love this activity. Actually debate is not really new for me, I know it since I was in high school but it is totally different. In high school, we don’t know about A-R-E-L (Assertion-Reason-Evidence-Link Back), A-R-E-L would help us to arrange a good speech in debate, so, at that time, we only speech and deliver the evidence to the adjudicators. *or maybe my english teacher in my school doesn’t know about A-R-E-L, so, she doesn’t tell us*
Just fyi, I’m still learning, I spell, l-e-a-r-n-i-n-g.
What would you do if you find this motion, “Everybody believes that I’m more beautiful than Dakota Fanning” *.............................................................................................................................................*
Just pretend you don’t read that motion. Thanks.
2012-01-01
2011-06-25
Another Stupidity of Mine
Hellooooo, too late to post something, ahuh? And I come with a random stuff to show you. It's not really important as the title did but it's just for fun.
Actually the suitable title for this is "Another Stupidity to Prove that I'm Smart". Whoaaa, how arrogance I am! Sorry, just for fun, remember the notice and don't get mad.
I found this picture on Tumblr and maximized it to make it clear. It's kinda a paper with courier font on it and twas totally terrible, just like misstyping. You wanna know the picture? Wait a minute...
Could you see it clearly? I hope so because that's the point of this posting.
You know, I read it all of sudden fluently without any trouble, just like reading a story as usual. Amazing, huh? (hahahaha, sorry, remember the keyword, JUST FOR FUN). Well, if you get any difficulties to translate this picture, I'll show how to read it well :D
Actually the suitable title for this is "Another Stupidity to Prove that I'm Smart". Whoaaa, how arrogance I am! Sorry, just for fun, remember the notice and don't get mad.
I found this picture on Tumblr and maximized it to make it clear. It's kinda a paper with courier font on it and twas totally terrible, just like misstyping. You wanna know the picture? Wait a minute...
Could you see it clearly? I hope so because that's the point of this posting.You know, I read it all of sudden fluently without any trouble, just like reading a story as usual. Amazing, huh? (hahahaha, sorry, remember the keyword, JUST FOR FUN). Well, if you get any difficulties to translate this picture, I'll show how to read it well :D
Only smart people can read this
Couldn't believe that I could actually understand what I was reading. The phenomenal power of human mind, according to a research at Cambridge University, it doesn't matter in what order the letters in a word are, the only important thing is that the first and last letter be in the right place. The rest can be a total mess and you can still it without a problem. This is because the human mind does not read every letter by itself, but the word as a whole. Amazing huh? Yeah and I always thought spelling was important! If you an read this pass it on!
See? What an easy game, right? Hahahaha (laughing in villain style). Now you know how brilliant I am and you can't deny it. Well, okaaaay, skip this weird arrogance and just find the secret on what you was reading, just find how I can read it fluently. Not important? The point is not about me, this is about the new info for us, trying to enrich our knowledge.
Well, happy reading and studying and sleeping. Just want to say GOOD NIGHT!
Couldn't believe that I could actually understand what I was reading. The phenomenal power of human mind, according to a research at Cambridge University, it doesn't matter in what order the letters in a word are, the only important thing is that the first and last letter be in the right place. The rest can be a total mess and you can still it without a problem. This is because the human mind does not read every letter by itself, but the word as a whole. Amazing huh? Yeah and I always thought spelling was important! If you an read this pass it on!
See? What an easy game, right? Hahahaha (laughing in villain style). Now you know how brilliant I am and you can't deny it. Well, okaaaay, skip this weird arrogance and just find the secret on what you was reading, just find how I can read it fluently. Not important? The point is not about me, this is about the new info for us, trying to enrich our knowledge.
Well, happy reading and studying and sleeping. Just want to say GOOD NIGHT!
2011-06-16
Jealousy Makes You Crazy
Astaghfirullah :0
Sepertinya baru kemarin gue posting tentang Siwon - Agnes dan sekarang ELF antar negara saling olok. I'm not really ELF, but please avoid a crack among ELFs. The accident begins on Twitter. And I was in shock to read her tweets.
She is ELF from Malaysia. Awalnya aku gak tau apa masalahnya. Then I opened her account and found some anger tweets for Indonesia. What's the problem? She said about earthquake in Indonesia, Indonesian are poor and so on. Aku gak ngerti apa yang dia bicarain. Until I found her tweet about Agnes and Siwon. Dia bilang, dia benci Siwon (katanya ELF?). Trus dia juga bilang gak suka sama Agnes Monica. According to her, Agnes is trying to seduce Siwon.
Gosh! According to me, this is just a jealousy. She doesn't like the fellowship between Siwon and Agnes. Siapa sih yg gak envy lihat persahabatan mereka? Para ELF pasti geregetan dan ngiri, bahkan gua pun envy. Envy sama bias kita tuh wajar kok karena saking nge fans nya kita sama mereka. But, you should know that we're not allowed to get jealous without any reason or silly reason like that.
Agnes and Siwon met in 2009 in the music event in Korea. It was about music achievement as I remember (just search on YouTube). Agnes won some achievements on that event and made her more famous in Asia. So, there's no doubt if there is a fellowship between Siwon and Agnes, because they're ever perform in the same stage.
Kesimpulannya, Siwon dan Agnes udah kenal lama, keakraban mereka baru diketahui media sejak ada event KIMCHI 2011 di Jakarta, dan Agnes gak mencoba ngerayu Siwon buat jadi temennya kok. Nah, kalau mau envy sih boleh-boleh aja, tapi gak perlu sampe segitunya kan? Hanya gara-gara itu sampai ngatain para ELF Indonesia -____- Sesama ELF masa saling olok-olokan sih :) Untungnya ELF Indonesia masih bisa menunjukkan etika dan gak kebawa emosi, salut buat kalian deh.
That's all, no more words about it, I just want to share my opinion :)
Fortunately, I'm Shawol :D
Sepertinya baru kemarin gue posting tentang Siwon - Agnes dan sekarang ELF antar negara saling olok. I'm not really ELF, but please avoid a crack among ELFs. The accident begins on Twitter. And I was in shock to read her tweets.
She is ELF from Malaysia. Awalnya aku gak tau apa masalahnya. Then I opened her account and found some anger tweets for Indonesia. What's the problem? She said about earthquake in Indonesia, Indonesian are poor and so on. Aku gak ngerti apa yang dia bicarain. Until I found her tweet about Agnes and Siwon. Dia bilang, dia benci Siwon (katanya ELF?). Trus dia juga bilang gak suka sama Agnes Monica. According to her, Agnes is trying to seduce Siwon.
Gosh! According to me, this is just a jealousy. She doesn't like the fellowship between Siwon and Agnes. Siapa sih yg gak envy lihat persahabatan mereka? Para ELF pasti geregetan dan ngiri, bahkan gua pun envy. Envy sama bias kita tuh wajar kok karena saking nge fans nya kita sama mereka. But, you should know that we're not allowed to get jealous without any reason or silly reason like that.
Agnes and Siwon met in 2009 in the music event in Korea. It was about music achievement as I remember (just search on YouTube). Agnes won some achievements on that event and made her more famous in Asia. So, there's no doubt if there is a fellowship between Siwon and Agnes, because they're ever perform in the same stage.
Kesimpulannya, Siwon dan Agnes udah kenal lama, keakraban mereka baru diketahui media sejak ada event KIMCHI 2011 di Jakarta, dan Agnes gak mencoba ngerayu Siwon buat jadi temennya kok. Nah, kalau mau envy sih boleh-boleh aja, tapi gak perlu sampe segitunya kan? Hanya gara-gara itu sampai ngatain para ELF Indonesia -____- Sesama ELF masa saling olok-olokan sih :) Untungnya ELF Indonesia masih bisa menunjukkan etika dan gak kebawa emosi, salut buat kalian deh.
That's all, no more words about it, I just want to share my opinion :)
Fortunately, I'm Shawol :D
Stupidity In Writing An Essay
I found my recount essay when I was in the 12th grader. The theme was holiday and I didn't tell my fun holiday. I was not in the mood to write this, I didn't care about the grammar even! (actually, that's my habit but this is an assignment from my English teacher). I added a question mark on the title, I swear, no lie.
I'll share my essay and if you're more expert in English, I allow you to correct this one. Enjoy!
I'll share my essay and if you're more expert in English, I allow you to correct this one. Enjoy!
Holiday (?)
Holiday is a nice word that we always expect as a student. A week ago was a holiday after the examination during 2 weeks. What a stressful days! And yes, I need to take a breath, I really need holiday.
But all that plans for my holiday seemed to be fade away because of my unpleasant schedule. I had just remembered that my lessons course held a final exam simulation for its students. That was a kind of simulation for us to prepare the National Final Exam. It was held for a week with a lot of difficult materials. Every morning, I had to read my text books and repeated the materials from the previous grade. Yes, I was too lazy to open my text books at night, the movies on the television were more interesting than them.
I realize that I'm a last year student in this high school so I have to prepare it earlier before it is too late. Faithfully, I joined all the Final Exam Simulation though it was so boring. Yes, boring! All that activities had spent my relax time in the holiday. Well, perhaps I can't call it a fun holiday because there is no time for me to forget some lessons for a while. No, I don't want to forget all, just for a while, I want to refresh my brain.
Holiday is a nice word that we always expect as a student. A week ago was a holiday after the examination during 2 weeks. What a stressful days! And yes, I need to take a breath, I really need holiday.
But all that plans for my holiday seemed to be fade away because of my unpleasant schedule. I had just remembered that my lessons course held a final exam simulation for its students. That was a kind of simulation for us to prepare the National Final Exam. It was held for a week with a lot of difficult materials. Every morning, I had to read my text books and repeated the materials from the previous grade. Yes, I was too lazy to open my text books at night, the movies on the television were more interesting than them.
I realize that I'm a last year student in this high school so I have to prepare it earlier before it is too late. Faithfully, I joined all the Final Exam Simulation though it was so boring. Yes, boring! All that activities had spent my relax time in the holiday. Well, perhaps I can't call it a fun holiday because there is no time for me to forget some lessons for a while. No, I don't want to forget all, just for a while, I want to refresh my brain.
*Unattractive essay I think, I need more practice -____-
2011-06-07
Replace And Enjoy It
It's not about a big thing actually.
Eh setelah lamaaaaaaa sekali memperhatikan, pake Shout Mix tuh susah buat memnatau siapa aja yg udah leave their footprints on my blog. Kalau gitu kan, akunya yang kesusahan mau visit back blog mereka. Akhirnya, malam ini, setelah memposting tentang Fauzi Baadila, I decided to delete my Shout Mix and replace it with Cbox :)
Don't feel any doubt to leave your message on my new CHAT BOX. Walaupun masih kosong, bukan berarti gak ada yg pernah singgah untuk baca kok, message sebelumnya udah kehapus bersama CHAT BOX yg lama :)
Good Night :D
Aku cuma mengganti kolom CHAT BOX ku yg semula Shout Mix jadi Cbox. Awalnya pakai Shout Mix gara-gara hasutan seorang teman. Dia bilang, Shout MIx lebih banyak kelebihannya daripada Cbox. Walaupun dia gak cerita secara detailnya, aku percaya aja, toh dia sudah lebih dahulu sangat sukses di blognya.
Eh setelah lamaaaaaaa sekali memperhatikan, pake Shout Mix tuh susah buat memnatau siapa aja yg udah leave their footprints on my blog. Kalau gitu kan, akunya yang kesusahan mau visit back blog mereka. Akhirnya, malam ini, setelah memposting tentang Fauzi Baadila, I decided to delete my Shout Mix and replace it with Cbox :)
Don't feel any doubt to leave your message on my new CHAT BOX. Walaupun masih kosong, bukan berarti gak ada yg pernah singgah untuk baca kok, message sebelumnya udah kehapus bersama CHAT BOX yg lama :)
Good Night :D
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