<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594</id><updated>2011-10-30T23:37:44.699+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Break</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-4321792327582765850</id><published>2011-01-30T14:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:12:02.589+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is it that we are looking for in a relationship? Is it the convenience, the stability, and certainty? Or is it the dynamic, the passion, and excitement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ideal one should consist all of those. But unfortunately not everyone is lucky enough to have such a perfect relationship. And when it comes to choose, the choice would pretty much depend on many circumstances, and one’s willingness to sacrifice. The choice would also likely to change over time, over age, and over one’s period of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, should we take the first rather than a latter, or is it the latter than the first? The answer is to be defined by each and every one his/her self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-4321792327582765850?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/4321792327582765850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=4321792327582765850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/4321792327582765850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/4321792327582765850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-it-that-we-are-looking-for-in.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-5214593155849611543</id><published>2010-12-11T08:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:47:05.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we're getting older, it seems that the less quantity of friends we could get, while on the other hand the more quality of friendship we are having.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However it is a dilemma when we decide to start something serious, like business for example, with our friends. I said dilemma because it has great potential risk and benefit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benefit of course, because we are friends who are moving at the same rhythm, have the chemistry to interact, and knowing each other plus minus so well that would be needed to maintain the cooperation. In fact the business idea itself should be started from something that we like in common. So it must be fun to do something that we like, get earnings from it, together with our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what if things are not going well?  As we often heard in old proverbs, money doesn't have blood related; meaning even family or siblings could have feud due to money.  What would it do to a friendship then? Regardless of the success or failure, it usually brings problem anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know perhaps it was just me who's being paranoia. Many successful examples of how business partnership could lead to friendship and vice versa successfully. Though there are many others who don't either. It depends to each and every person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me right now...let just say that I am a conservative person with complex thought. I do wish to start up a business with my friend, but I am still more afraid of the risk and consequences. Hopefully soon it would change though, because it’s time for me to move out of the box and start something that might be my longer term goals. Time to leave my comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-5214593155849611543?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/5214593155849611543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=5214593155849611543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/5214593155849611543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/5214593155849611543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-were-getting-older-it-seems-that.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-2958219634305534502</id><published>2008-03-09T20:44:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:08:23.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO ENHANCE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law, "Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?" The father-in-law answered in a smile, "Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. If we forgive the others, others will ignore our mistake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NO PERFECTION IN A PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested "I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one." The SDU officer said, "Your requirements, please." "Oh, good looking, polite, humorous , sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour, if I don't go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest." The officer listened carefully and replied, "I understand you need television."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband ,because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NO OVERPOWERING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person's character." It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness. It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RIGHT SPEECH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that "A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation." Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,"Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school." On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her, "Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker." She answered ,"You should appreciate that you married me. Otherwise, he will be the millionaire and not you." Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It's like a broken egg - cannot be reversed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Different people have different perception. One man's meat could be another man's poison. A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented, "Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them. Later, an old man saw it and commented, "The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?" Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey. Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, "How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman." The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey. Then, they met a young man. He commented, "Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you." Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left. Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired, broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good Life starts only when you stop wanting a better One" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-2958219634305534502?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/2958219634305534502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=2958219634305534502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/2958219634305534502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/2958219634305534502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-to-enhance-good-relationship-no.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-112650949089205241</id><published>2005-09-12T14:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:21:27.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is amazing to see how simple things could brighten up you day. Any sweet words such as a nice "&lt;em&gt;hello"&lt;/em&gt; or "&lt;em&gt;I miss you"&lt;/em&gt; from anyone, especially from someone that you care so much, could mean a whole lot more than a hundred words of stories. It doesn't take much effort to do, it only requires a sincere heart to feel and some courage to say it out loud. So if you are too busy to write a long narrative email, just popped out simple messages that nice to hear and comes from the heart. Just remember that any sweet words won't kill, on the contrary it will make you feel more alive and help to brighten up somebody else's life ^_^;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-112650949089205241?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/112650949089205241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=112650949089205241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/112650949089205241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/112650949089205241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-is-amazing-to-see-how-simple-things.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-112629184311652445</id><published>2005-09-10T01:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:57:01.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just found some interesting stuff from a friend's blog. Very simple yet touchy and realistic that i like very much. It reminds me the value of time, something that we all have but so out of our control. Read and enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we grow up, we learn that...&lt;br /&gt;....even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down probably will...&lt;br /&gt;....we will have our heart broken, probably more than once and it's harder every time.&lt;br /&gt;....we will break other hearts too, so remember how it felt when ours were broken.&lt;br /&gt;....we'll fight with our best friend.&lt;br /&gt;....we'll cry because time is passing too fast, and we'll eventually lose someone we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take too many pictures, have too much laugh, and love like you've never been hurt...&lt;br /&gt;because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-112629184311652445?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/112629184311652445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=112629184311652445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/112629184311652445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/112629184311652445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-found-some-interesting-stuff-from.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-112052362083270384</id><published>2005-07-05T07:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T07:44:10.576+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON. It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then people come into your life for a SEASON. Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons: things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-(taken from an inspiring email from a friend)-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All my life, i've meet a lot of different people. Some i thought would be my Reason, some my Season, and some my Lifetime. Some people was there for a Reason, then it grew into a Season, and ended for a Lifetime. But some other might there only for a Reason or Season to then fade away. Most of the time we questioned whether he/she would be our Lifetime or not. We expect to be so, but not rarely we end up in disappointment. Person that we thought would be out Lifetime was proven to be only our Season or even less. It broke our hearts, hurt the feeling, and makes a trauma to start believing and expecting for any lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But eveything always happen for a good cause. All makes us grow stronger, mature, and wise. There's a lot of lost as there's a lot more to gain that follow one another. Now that i have realized the Reason, Season, and Lifetime in my life, i felt so much blessed and wish everything would end up be my Lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-for my (old and the best) friends who always give me concious and be my precious-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-for my (new and the best) friends who has coloured my life, so pity that i didn't meet you sooner to share all the joy -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-112052362083270384?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/112052362083270384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=112052362083270384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/112052362083270384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/112052362083270384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-someone-is-in-your-life-for.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-111938935222077973</id><published>2005-06-22T04:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T04:29:12.223+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm BACK...my hiatus period has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I was back here in Wageningen since the beginning of May. But as so many things to do and seems there were so little time left, I was then could not manage to posting regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back. I nearly finish. My work is almost done. Thank God for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still exhausted with writing now, i'll be back later for the posting. So people, please bear with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-111938935222077973?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/111938935222077973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=111938935222077973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111938935222077973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111938935222077973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-111240543256630563</id><published>2005-04-02T08:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T08:30:32.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am going H.O.M.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-111240543256630563?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/111240543256630563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=111240543256630563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111240543256630563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111240543256630563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-going-h.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-111184919939128723</id><published>2005-03-26T21:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T22:04:23.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home....goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking at my friend's blogs recently, all so sad, so melancholy, and so full memories. They are all talking about GOING HOME. Something that supposed to be fun yet looks really hard to do and full of sadness. One friend of mine once said that although we might have a chance to return here again someday or to meet again somewhere in the future, the situation will not be the same. On different time and place, everything will change as people will definitely do. Will the magic still be there then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not leaving the place that makes it hard. It is not about not seeing all of these people again that make it sad. It is the feeling of the end that heartbreaking. One chapter of our life together has due; it is time to move forward, walking on different direction to reach our own destiny, leaving our comfort zone and return to reality. There's an excitement as well as anxiety to seize what next for we don't know what life would bring. But most of all, there's a deep sorrow to leave whatever lies behind for it would only be a memory that cannot be repeated again. There was joy and laugh, there were tears and disappointments, there was everything that made our life colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, our togetherness was so short yet so meaningful. Our path of life might cross again someday somewhere, but it also might not. Either way, just remembers the time we had together in one place that once we called home. Time may change and memories fades away, but something that we keep in heart should last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to all my friends who about to leave (was, now, and will be), I don't know which one is better: to leave early or to be left behind, both feels so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-111184919939128723?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/111184919939128723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=111184919939128723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/264/906/320/Arm2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year of Armageddon in the next 15 years?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-111087466521510696?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/111087466521510696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=111087466521510696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111087466521510696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111087466521510696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/03/year-of-armageddon-in-next-15-years.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-111087459784718338</id><published>2005-03-15T15:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:16:37.846+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/264/906/640/Arm1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/264/906/320/Arm1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-111087459784718338?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/111087459784718338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=111087459784718338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111087459784718338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111087459784718338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/03/believe-it-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-111015005469327062</id><published>2005-03-07T05:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T06:00:54.710+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...being happy for the other person when they are happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...being sad for the person when they are sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...being together in good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and being together in bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of STRENGTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...being honest with yourself at all times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...being honest with the other person at all times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...telling, listening, respecting the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and never pretending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of REALITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;an emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...that makes your body more alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...your soul more tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and your life more beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the seource if SENSITIVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...the freedom to pursue your own desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...while sharing your experiences with the other person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...the growth of one individual alongside of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and together with the growth of another individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source if SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...an understanding so complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...that you feel as if you are a parth of the other person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...accepting the other person just the way they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and not trying to change them to be something else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of UNITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...not an excuse to stop growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...not an excuse to stop making yourself better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...not an excuse to lessen one's goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...not an excuse to take the other person for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of COMMITMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...following dreams together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...working towards common goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...sharing responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of HARMONY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...not feeling to be taken lightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...it is a feeling to be cherished, nurtured and cared for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of SACREDNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...finding peaceful solution to problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...finding common interests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...finding ways to help others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of HOPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...the melody of the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...the voice of the spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of INSPIRATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...an all-encompassing affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...an extreme force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...an overwhelming excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of INTENSITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...a walk in fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...a dance in nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...thinking together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...planning together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...carrying out ideas together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of the FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...giving and taking in a daily situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...being patient with each other's needs and desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of SHARING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...the deepest concern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...the union of two individuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;an explosion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...of every fiber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...of every nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of CELEBRATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...the fury of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...the calm in the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of PASSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...knowing that the other person will always be with you regardless of what happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...missing the other person when they are away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...but remaing near in heart at all times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is the source of SECURITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVE is....the source of LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(An inspiring poetry by Susan Polis Schutz)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-111015005469327062?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/111015005469327062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=111015005469327062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111015005469327062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/111015005469327062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-110903136775273526</id><published>2005-02-22T07:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:40:07.143+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Distance Relationship, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long distance relationship: one common phrase that I had became so familiar with. There ain't an easy way in relationship and long distance makes it even more complicated. Relationship involved two different people with full of differences. Even when we're together, it does not always run smoothly. And when there are distances involved, it seems to be more problematical. Some takes it easy, some takes it difficult, and some seems indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technological innovations might make it a lot easier now. By internet and telephone we can communicate with the one we love, listening to their voice, and looking at their faces by means of daily or even hours. Technology does help to facilitate, it support the maintenance of relationship. But you have to put in mind that each party in the relationship is in the different phase of their lives now: surrounding by different conditions, facing different problems, and having different emotional paths. Communications that used to be so easy are now become intricate to do. Physical togetherness that was seemed not important is now become necessary. Daily calls, daily report, and many questions about our daily activities that once were very pleasant are now sometimes annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest fear in long distance relationship is to lose the one we love. We suspect that distance may change everything, includes feeling. Whereas if we look at the other way around, we can lose the one we love even though if there is no distance involved. Relationship could end anyhow if it has to end. So why bother to fuss about the distance lies in between that in the end may create certain behavior that makes our biggest fear are likely to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of losing someone could make us to pull off and keep a distance to anticipate the break up. We hope we would not hurt too much when it does happen. We do not realize that it would likely to push up the relationship into the end. We'd rather choose to break up than being broken up. We'd rather to hurt ourselves than being hurt. We'd rather put some safe-guard to our heart than let it open and see what good it may bring. We choose put some nutshell to protect our own heart without realizing that it would indeed hurt the one we love. Then when the breaks up do happen, we simply put the blame on the long distance rather than blaming ourselves that choose to break hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of losing someone could also make us to pull-on as many strings-attached as possible to the one we love. We want to control their life, we want to be always part of their life, and we want to suck up as many of their time as possible. We feel jealous if the one we love seems to have a good time while we're here thinking about them restlessly. We feel abandoned when they seems busy with their new life while weire here missing them massively. We feel angry when things seem to be repeated continuously. We feel disappointed when things seems not as we expected. We do not realize that we hurt the one we love by treating them this way. We do not realize that instead of pulling them close to us, it would pull off them further. Then the breaks up would likely to happen as well. And here the blame would goes on the long distance in addition to our partner for not having enough time to fulfill our demands rather than blame ourselves for asking too much and choose to break her wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long distance relationship is the most crucial way of testing a relationship. Some may fail, but many others may prevail. For those who fails, there is no need to be ashamed of. You may not meant to be together, and it is so much better to find out earlier rather than later. And for those who prevail, be proud of yourselves because your relationship has proven to be strong enough to pass the hardest test ever exist. There is only a thin line between love, care, obsession, and possessiveness. Long distance relationship is the best way to figure out and define what it is. Trust and understanding is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, it is no longer love if we don't want to see the one we love to be happy. It is no longer love if we want to see the one we love to suffer. Love is about giving happiness to others especially to the one we love. Love is about trusting the one you love with all your heart and soul no matter what they do. Love is about understanding and accepting them for whatever they are. Love is about be right there whenever you need me, not about be right here whenever I need you. Call me a dreamer, call me an utopian, but aren't we all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-110903136775273526?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/110903136775273526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=110903136775273526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110903136775273526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110903136775273526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-distance-relationship-anyone.html' title='A Long Distance Relationship, anyone?'/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-110850921879894512</id><published>2005-02-16T05:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:08:42.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a Shopaholic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls and shopping: two words that seems inseparable recently. Those two words seem related or based on my own experience it does related somehow. Girls love shopping and shops also seem created for girls with attractive display, friendly shopkeeper, and goodies that mainly mean for girls. In the other hand, the publishing of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url/index=books&amp;field-author=Sophie%20Kinsella/002-7513188-2360014"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;these books&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;seems to justify the relationship even further. In fact, the book has created some new type of lifestyle for most women/girls who are now proudly claimed themselves as a shopaholic. But is it true that we're a shopaholic just because we like to buy things and shopping around? And is it right if being a shopaholic is something that we could proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopaholics are compulsive shoppers who suffer from uncontrolled overspending. True shopaholic would always love to go shopping when they're feeling depressed even though they are in debts. They would spend a lot of money on the things that they do not need. They get a rush in making purchase but "crashed" soon afterwards. They have closets full of clothes that never worn and countless gadget that never been used. They often feel reckless and out of control when they shop around. They lie to their friends and family about how much money they spend. They feel emotionally upset and disturbed about their own shopping habits. After some big shopping trips, they sometimes feel disoriented and depressed. And the shopping behavior has caused problems in their personal relationship in one way or another. This true shopaholic shops out of compulsion. They use spending as a coping mechanism of their emotional distraction. They do not shop because they merely enjoy it, or because they are purchasing things that they have a need for. They buy things because they feel they HAVE TO. A truly shopaholic is out of control. (Taken from the &lt;a href="http://me.essortment.com/shopaholic_rxfm.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pagewise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore if you love to buy things that you like but you still can manage to control your spending and behavior, then you're not a shopaholic. If you can't resist the temptation of sales season and start to buy things compulsively but still can manage to resist spend your money to buy something that off your limit, then you're not a shopaholic. If you buy things that you do not need but still can manage to use your own money and never feel guilty about it, then you're not a shopaholic. If you like to shopping around to cope with your emotional distress and depression but still can manage to shop beyond your own financial ability and do not put any harm to others, then you're not a shopaholic. Self control is the key. It is the only thing that separate someone who love to shop and truly shopaholic. Shopping is always fun to do, thus when you no longer feel the pleasure from doing it then you may start to worry if you probably one of those shopaholic. And last but not least, being a shopaholic is not something that we could proud about. It was the reflection of loosely or in an off-handed manner, and lack of self-control. So be careful to claim yourself as a shopaholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you wonder whether you're some kind of shopaholic or not, try on &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/urbanwire/quizzes/The%20Shopaholic%20Quiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;this simple quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to find out what kind of shopper you are. I don't think there is any deep scientific basis behind the making of this quiz. But go ahead and have a try to fulfill your curiousity and merely to have fun ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-110850921879894512?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/110850921879894512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=110850921879894512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110850921879894512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110850921879894512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/02/are-you-shopaholic.html' title='Are You a Shopaholic?'/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-110839375995817736</id><published>2005-02-14T22:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:08:03.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the February 14th, which more familiar as the celebration day of love - the Valentine's Day, and the whole month as the moment of romance. What is exactly Valentine? Why everybody celebrate it as the symbol of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men as his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death. According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl who may have been his jailor's daughter and visited him regularly during his confinement. He wrote her a letter before his death, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in use today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some believe that Valentine's Day is celebrated in the middle of February to commemorate the anniversary of Valentine's death or burial, which probably occurred around 270 A.D, others claim that the Christian church may have decided to celebrate Valentine's feast day in the middle of February in an effort to 'christianize' celebrations of the pagan Lupercalia festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Rome, February was the official beginning of spring and was considered a time for purification. Houses were ritually cleansed by sweeping them out and then sprinkling salt and a type of wheat called spelt throughout their interiors. Lupercalia, which began at the ides of February, February 15, was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and Remus. The festival would ended at all the young women in the city would place their names in a big urn. The city's bachelors would then each choose a name out of the urn and become paired for the year with his chosen woman. These matches often ended in marriage. Pope Gelasius declared February 14 St. Valentine's Day around 498 A.D. The Roman 'lottery' system for romantic pairing was deemed un-Christian and outlawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, during the Middle Ages, it was commonly believed in France and England that February 14 was the beginning of birds' mating season, which added to the idea that the middle of February -- Valentine's Day -- should be a day for romance. In Great Britain, Valentine's Day began to be popularly celebrated around the seventeenth century. By the middle of the eighteenth century, it was common for friends and lovers in all social classes to exchange small tokens of affection or handwritten notes. By the end of the century, printed cards began to replace written letters due to improvements in printing technology. Ready-made cards were an easy way for people to express their emotions in a time when direct expression of one's feelings was discouraged. Cheaper postage rates also contributed to an increase in the popularity of sending Valentine's Day greetings. According to the Greeting Card Association, an estimated one billion valentine cards are sent each year, making Valentine's Day the second largest card-sending holiday of the year.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.historychannel.com/exhibits/valentine/?page=home"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The History Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lies behind the celebration of Valentine's Day, the celebrations in the name of love and romance are not a bad thing at all. What flaws is when the celebrations are no longer pure based on love but mainly driven by the modern life style and as a result of some marketing strategy. The celebration of Valentine's Day nowadays seems to be more perceived as the capitalization of love to support the consumerism culture instead of romance. Love on Valentine's Day seems have to be expressed by gifts, cards, dinner, etc. which everything leads to some consumerism. Whereas love is something that can be expressed modestly by simple cares not expensive gifts, by sincere words not poshy cards, and by togetherness not exquisite dinner. Love is a good thing and the celebrations should not be limited into just one day. Love is something that worth to celebrate for everyday in our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-110839375995817736?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/110839375995817736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=110839375995817736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110839375995817736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110839375995817736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-110794164634645125</id><published>2005-02-09T16:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:07:33.743+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Twenty-Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being Twenty-Something: they call it the "Quarter-life Crisis." It is when you stop going along with the crowd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing it as well and not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but they just as confused as you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure. You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you and wondering why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person. Random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Another inspiring email from my archives)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-110794164634645125?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/110794164634645125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=110794164634645125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110794164634645125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110794164634645125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/02/being-twenty-something.html' title='Being Twenty-Something'/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-110794070448495621</id><published>2005-02-09T16:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:07:06.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages from a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are .......... SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love is like a butterfly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The more you chase it, the more it eludes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love can make you happy but often it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love is only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So take your time and choose the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To My Friends Who Are .......... NOT SO SINGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love isn't about becoming somebody else's "perfect person".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are.......... NAIVE&lt;br /&gt;How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and ready to get hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are.......... PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE&lt;br /&gt;Never say "I love you" if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look in the eye when all you do is lie.&lt;br /&gt;The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are.......... AFRAID TO CONFESS&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you.&lt;br /&gt;But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are.......... HEARTBROKEN&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go.&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are.......... POSSESSIVE&lt;br /&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are.......... ENGAGED&lt;br /&gt;The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are.......... MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;It's not about "where are you", but "I'm right here"&lt;br /&gt;It's not about "how could you", but "I understand"&lt;br /&gt;It's not about not "I wish you were", but "I'm thankful that you are".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To My Friends Who Are.......... STILL HOLDING ON&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is when you met someone and fell in love only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;Just let go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Checking on my archives and found this lovely email from one friend of mine who is no longer single and so fall in love right now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-110794070448495621?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/110794070448495621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=110794070448495621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110794070448495621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110794070448495621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/02/messages-from-friend.html' title='Messages from a Friend'/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10610594.post-110770049211541721</id><published>2005-02-06T21:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:05:39.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our blog together. Although each of us has our own blog, we felt that it might be interesting to have one that we can share with. Our own blog is the reflection of our daily activities, current feelings, personal thoughts, and stuffs that more like the personal journal for ourselves. But this blog is something that we provide to share information, thoughts, and stuff that come up from our minds but do not necessary reflects us personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This blog is called as "coffe break" and titled a "coffe talk". Why is it so? Because coffee break is some time that everybody would looking forward to. No matter whether we are the office, class, seminar, workshop, meeting, etc, it is a little amount of time that we spend in our busy daily activities and we enjoy so much. It is the time to mingle and do our social life, which filled with a chit-chat, some light conversation about anything that we refer as a coffee talk. And that is how we put the purpose for our blog. This blog would be our place to pour any information or any thoughts about anything that glanced in our mind and worth to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please take a cup of coffee and enjoy ^_^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10610594-110770049211541721?l=coffee-talk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/110770049211541721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10610594&amp;postID=110770049211541721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110770049211541721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10610594/posts/default/110770049211541721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-talk.blogspot.com/2005/02/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>3k4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05525497158648505657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QggYByhgVxM/TDs2nANpyQI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yqAaSEEMZRo/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
