Lesson: A Nice Offer

 On one Sunday I went to the church near my apartment. The weather on Sunday was sunny. I prepared the money for taxi and trishaw when I left my apartment. I went by taxi and after the mass I decided to walk home cause I couldn't find any trishaw. It is a long walk of approximately 30-45 minutes.

It wasn't my first time to walk after church. My first was when I wear a skirt and fancy 3cm high slipper. That walk was easier than this week. I wore long pants and flat shoe this time. It turned out to be the wrong choice of shoes.

Half the way, I felt so tired. The sun was very hot, I didn't bring a hat or umbrella. I felt hurt on my ankle. In my heart I said, "Jesus, I'm tired." To my surprise, suddenly a man on a motor cycle stopped. He asked, "Can I give you a lift?". I was shocked, I tried to remember his face, probably someone I know but I didn't recognize him at all. I said to him, "No, thanks. It's close." Then he left.

I said to Jesus, "That's cute, Jesus. Thank You for helping." I laughed and continued.

After 200 meters, I saw that man again. He stopped and typed something on his cell phone. I continued my walk. Not far from there, he came closer again. He said,"It's ok. I can give you a lift. Is it still far?" I said, "No, it's very close now. Thank you." Then he speed up his motor cycle and gone. Gosh, I was so afraid.

I said to Jesus, "Are you the one who send him? Because I am afraid, Jesus. What if he is a bad guy who wants to kidnapped or rape me?" He (Jesus) reminds silent as always, I smile and continue. 

I should have wear the fancy slipper. My left feet was wounded now, it bleed and sore. My right feet got a bit swollen. Me and my stupid decision. I must call a cab next time. Noted!

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Don't You Forget About Me - Alexandra Potter

“What would you do if you have a second chance to love him again?” This is the main question in this book.

“Tess is brokenhearted when Seb breaks up with her and can’t help blaming herself. If only she’d done things differently. If only she could make right all her regrets… But she can’t. It’s over. She has to forget about him. Drunk and upset on New Year’s Eve, she wishes she’d never met him.

But when she wakes up to discover this dream has come true, she realizes she has a chance to do it all over again. And, this time, to get it right…”

Tess is happy with the second chance she got. With the help of her diary, she tries to make things right. Instead of making things right, she turns herself into someone else, the girl that Sebastian would love. She tries so hard to fit in, she is willing to do anything to keep Sebastian by her side, like watching the movie she hates, reading a boring book, wearing things she would never wear in the first place. What a great effort!

How the story ends?

All I can say is this story has a happy ending.

What I learn from this book?

I learn that when second chance arrives for you, it means you haven’t passed the test. The present of a second chance always bring happiness at first but you have to learn again, to find yourself again.

If someone ever asks me, what will I do if I have a second chance to repeat all over again with my ex? My answer will be: I would like to know him more as a friend, not as a lover. Actually, I don’t want a second chance. What has been done is done. All I have to do is to learn my lesson. Cherish the good memories and forget the bad memories. Life goes on.

Alexandra Potter is a good author. I love the way she describe her story. This book is an easy reading, entertaining, and enriching story. I recommend everyone to read this book. I love to thank, Blue Jasmine for giving me this book. Thank You! Perfect choice of book, as always! 

Sincere Repentance

I don't know where I found this article... I forget it. This is a wonderful story of repentance. I want to learn to be able to have a sincere repentance. Would you like to learn to? Read this article below:


The monk Chu Lai was beaten by a teacher who did not believe anything he said. However, the professor's wife was a follower of Chu Lai, and demanded that her husband had to apologize to him.

Displeased, but without the courage to deny his wife's wishes, the man went to the temple with her and murmured some words of repentance.
"I do not forgive you," replied Chu Lai, "go back to work."

The woman was horrified. "My husband is humiliated, and you were not generous!"

And Chu Lai responded:
"Within my soul there is no rancor. But if he is not truly sorry, it is better for him to recognize now that he is mad at me. If I had accepted his apology, we would be creating a false state of harmony, and this would further increase the anger of your husband."

Making The Passport

I never make passport on my own. So, I was worried about a lot of things when I made it. Afraid of the interview, the officer, etc... I'm a worrier... (laughing).

I started the process by searching how to make a passport on the internet and asked a few friend how has the experience. According to them, the process was simple and easy. I have to buy the form, fill it up, and give it in to the officer. Just like that... Hmm, that should be a piece of cake... From the internet I found out that there are an online service for making a passport.

Well, I thought it would be easier if I try the online service. After scanning all the documents required by the Immigration Office, I tried the online service. I was disappointed. I filled the form and uploaded the documents but always failed due some error at their (Immigration office) server. That's it I gave up online service.

Here we go, the manual process. I went to the Immigration office on Tuesday. As a friend advice, I came early. I arrived at 8.00am and guess what? The office was opened but there are no officer. This office should be open by 8.00 yet I have to wait until they came. By 8.15 the office already crowded with people. The officer arrived at 8.20, so we started to queue to buy the application form.

After I filled the form, I went to the second floor where the whole process took place. Let's see! The counter was opened with no one behind it. So, I waited for 15 minutes. The officer came, I gave in the form, he checked all the documents. It didn't take much time. He gave me a receipt and schedule my next visit for interview.

My schedule for interview was 3 days later, Friday. This the horrible part. I came at 8... The counter was still closed. The officer came at 8.30, I queued for my form. I got my form back at 8.45 and the next thing I should do was paid at the cashier. Again! The counter was closed. I felt tired of waiting. I couldn't remember the exact time it opened. I got queue's number 3 for the interview and photo. I waited until 45 minutes when they finally called me to take my picture and another 20 minutes for the interview.

The most shocking moment was the interview process. The officer only asked me whether they wrote my name correctly. I said, yes and that's it. The interview was ended (laughing out loud). I mean, is that it? That's the only question? Gee... I have to wait this long for such question? Well, why don't the first counter's officer ask? It would save my time.

Well, in my opinion... "some people doesn't respect at other's time just to make them wait and wait.." Don't they know that waiting is a wasting of time?

I went back to the first counter to ask when I should be back for my passport. He said the passport should be done by next Friday. Whew!Next Friday when I came back, again I have to wait for the officer for 15 minutes. He took my receipt and told me to wait. After 30 minutes, I asked the officer how long I should wait? Explicitly he said that the officer who suppose to sign my passport hasn't arrive yet. So he asked me to go back after lunch. What the ?!@#*

I decided not to came back after lunch that Friday. Instead, I took my passport on Monday. Waited not for long, the officer handed me my passport. Yay! I finally have a passport and I'm proud of me because I made it by myself. This is it, my experience of making passport.

My Bad Habit

Talking about my bad habit always make me laugh. It's like opening your dark side to everyone. Well, this idea came when I got very mad yesterday. Hmm... I think I should write it, so one day when I re-read it, I will learn from it... (hopefully) hahaha!

Each time I mad at something or someone, I tend to run. I remember having an argument with my parents and boyfriend (I forgot what argument we had), I got mad. I just took my wallet and walked as far as I could. I made my parents and my boyfriend worried that day (they kept calling my cellphone and I rejected it). I got back home very late and they were furious. What did I do back then? Hmm, I went to a beauty saloon, got my hair cut and did some treatments. Well, a bad habit right?

Yesterday, I got mad with my parents for their absurd act. I don't mind having guests staying at our house but my parents sometimes did not think wisely. We only have 3 rooms and we already have a guest (my little sister from my hometown). Yesterday, they welcomed 5 people to stay at home. This small house and bedroom???? I like helping people but I know my limit. I just don't understand, what they were thinking. I like to serve our guests but I'm thinking more about their comfort. They slept in a room, their 3 daughters slept on the bed while their parents slept on the floor. I slept with my mom and my little sister, while my brother with my dad. Can you imagine?

Few months ago, my mom's friends came (3 ladies). You know where they slept? 2 ladies slept on our bedroom and the other slept in our couch in front of the television at our living room. See!!! This is not what I have in mind of serving guests. Well, what do you think?

What I did this time? I cooked and ate it (in angry mode), later I asked my little sister to come with me to the mall and... I bought my sister a shoes, clothes, and accessories. What a stupid act!!! Well, I run again!!! I really need an anger management... LOL... Need to control my emotion!

Would you believe the devil?

Recently I read a novel given by my bestfriend. This novel told about a young girl who summon the devil to fulfill her wish. Her wish was to cure her mother. Her mother got an incident and fell into comma.



Well, she found this small old black book that showed her how to summon a devil with chocolate and cinnamon powder. What a weird way, isn't it? I used to watched this serial called Supernatural. The ceremonial of summoning the devil doesn't have anything to do with chocolate nor cinnamon. Anyhow, back to the novel. The devil came in the man form with a pink shirt. Man in a pink shirt? Oh, please! LOL...



When she finally asked the devil to bring back her mom from comma, the devil said no. He said that life and dead are God's privilege. So she has to change her wish, otherwise the devil can't go back to hell. Her mom finally died, and her next wish was to take her to heaven to see her mom. Again, the devil said no. You know... Devil may not go to heaven. That's the rule!



I'm not going to tell how this story end. What made me wrote this notes then? I wrote this because my friend who gave me this novel ask me, whether I will believe the devil for once in my lifetime.... Would I do that? Hmm, hard to answer. As I know, the devil always come with a tempting offer. LOL...



NO... Hell No! That's my answer, Blue Jasmine. I wouldn't put my wish on the devil's hand. I've been there, done that! No... Not even for once in my lifetime. No matter how tempting, how desperate.... I still believe in God, that He has a beautiful plan for each of us.

Learn to Forgive

This week I have learned so many. My problem with the family makes me learn from many different sides. At first I completely blame my parents for what had happened. Now I look at what happened in a different side.

In my prayer, I always ask to be able to forgive. Jesus said I have to forgive 70 x 7 times. Forgiving is the hardest part in life. But I realized one thing in this Easter that God has forgiven me through His Son. I am only a human and imperfect yet I receive so much love from Him. So I have decided to forget about what happened and start to forgive my parents. I used to accuse them that they didn’t love me, for who I am; instead of asking it which I know they love me so much, I learn to love them as who they are. No matter what had happened, they are my parents.

This week I read an article titled “The Shadow of the other” (Intisari Magazine, April 2009). This article also becomes my consideration toward love and forgiving. Here is a short resume of the article:

One day an Axe, a Saw, a Hammer and a Fire made a journey together. In the middle of the dessert they stopped because the road was block with Steel. Supplied with their power, they tried to get rid of the Steel.

“Leave it to me! I’ll get rid of it,” said the Axe. The Axe started to hit it again and again. But the Steel is too hard and strong, finally the Axe became blunt and it gave up.

“OK then, let me handle it,” said the Saw. With its sharp teeth, the saw began to saw. What was the result? Still the same, all the saw’s teeth became fall off.

“What did I tell you?” said the Hammer. “You wouldn’t be able to do this. I’ll show you how.” What happened? It hammers once and its head flung away. The Steel remain the same.

Mean while, the Fire was quietly listen to his friends argument and decided to raise its voice, “May I try to help?" Without waiting for their consent it started to circle and softly hug the Steel. It hugged so tightly and never let it go. Finally the hardest of the Steel melted.

There are many stubborn hearts to fight with furious and high self esteem. But no heart can stand the warm love fire. As Carl Gustav Jung, the famous psychoanalyst from Swiss, used to say, “Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominant, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.”

Life is All About Choices

Last week my father sent me an email. It's a very inspirational email and I hope it will give us the courage to stay positive. The whole world may think negative, but I have to stay positive. Here is the email:

John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, 'If I were any better, I would be twins!'

He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, 'I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?'

He replied, 'Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in good mood or...you can choose to be in bad mood. I choose to be in good mood'

'Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.'

'Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or...I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.'

'Yeah, right, it's not that easy,' I protested.
'Yes, it is,' he said. 'Life is all about choices.'
'When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood.'

'The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life.'

I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw him about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, 'If I were any better, I'd be twins...Wanna see my scars?' I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

'The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,' he replied. 'Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live...’


'Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?' I asked. He continued, '...the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action.

'What did you do?' I asked. 'Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,' said John. 'She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity''. Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.'

He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude...I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all, is everything.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Moral Lesson 5

This is the final story:

The organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in-charge. Each organ took a turn to speak up:

Brain..... I should be in-charge because I run all body functions. Blood..... I should be in-charge because I circulate oxygen for the brain. Stomach... I should be in-charge because I process food to the brain. Legs...... I should be in-charge because I take the brain where it wants to go.

Eyes...... I should be in-charge because I let the brain see where it's going. Asshole... I should be in-charge because I get rid of your waste. All the other parts laughed so hard and this made the asshole very mad. To prove his point, the asshole immediately slammed tightly closed and stayed that way for 6 days, refusing to rid the body of any waste whatsoever.

Day 1: Brain got a terrible headache and cried out for relief Day 2: Stomach got bloated and began to ache terribly Day 3: Legs got cramps and became unstable Day 4: Eyes became watery and vision became blurred Day 5: Blood became toxic and poisoned the body Day 6: The other organs agreed to let the asshole be in-charge.

Moral of the story: "NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, OR HOW IMPORTANT YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU WILL FIND THAT IT IS ALWAYS THE ASSHOLE THAT IS IN-CHARGE"

Moral Lesson 4

Here is the fourth moral lesson story :

There were these 4 guys, a Russian, a German, an American and a French, who found this small genie bottle. When they rubbed the bottle, a genie appeared. Thankful that the 4 guys had released him out of the bottle, he said, "Next to you all are 4 swimming pools, I will give each of you a wish. When you run towards the pool and jump, you shout what you want the pool of water to become, then your wish will come true."

The French wanted to start. He ran towards the pool, jumped and shouted, "WINE". The pool immediately changed into a pool of wine. The Frenchman was so happy swimming and drinking from the pool. Next is the Russian's turn, he did the same and shouted, "VODKA" and immersed himself into a pool of vodka.

The German was next and he jumped and shouted, "BEER". He was so contented with his beer pool. The last is the American. He was running towards the pool when suddenly he steps on a banana peel. He slipped towards the pool and shouted, "SHIT!!!!!!! -........”

Moral of the story: “THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU SAY SOMETHING, BECAUSE SOMETIMES ACCIDENTS DO HAPPEN"

Moral Lesson 3

An American and a Japanese were sitting on the plane on the way to LA when the American turned to the Japanese and asked, "What kind of -ese are you?"

The Japanese confused, replied, "Sorry but I don't understand what you mean."

The American repeated, "What kind of -ese are you?" Again, the Japanese was confused over he question. The American, now irritated, then yelled, "What kind of -ese are you ... Are you a Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese!, etc......??? -"

The Japanese then replied, "Oh, I am Japanese."

A while later the Japanese turned to the American and asked what kind of kee was he. The American, frustrated, yelled, "What do you mean what kind of -kee am I ?!"

The Japanese said, "Are you a Yankee, donkee, or monkee?"

Moral of the story: "NEVER INSULT ANYONE"

Moral Lesson 2

Here is moral lesson 2.

Standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in his hand, "Listen", said the CEO. "This is a very sensitive and important document, and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?" ask the CEO.

"Certainly," said the young executive. He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button. "Excellent, excellent!" said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the shredder machine. "I just need one copy."

Moral of the story:
"NEVER, NEVER ASSUME THAT YOUR BOSS KNOWS EVERYTHING"

Moral Lesson 1

I find 5 moral lesson in this funny stories. I received from a friend. Hope you will find the lesson too. Here is lesson 1:

LESSON 1

A junior manager, a senior manager and their boss are on their way to a meeting. On their way through a park, they come across a wonder lamp. They rub the lamp and a ghost appears. The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you are three, I will allow one wish each."

So the eager senior manager shouted, "I want the first wish. I want to be in the Bahamas, on a fast boat and have no worries." Puff... And he was gone. Now the junior manager could not keep quiet and shouted, " I want to be in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food and cocktails." Puff... And he was also gone. The boss calmly said, " I want these two idiots back in the office after lunch at 12:55 pm."

Moral of the story:
"ALWAYS ALLOW THE BOSS TO SPEAK FIRST"