tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78074886758260142622024-02-19T19:50:55.467+07:00Mrs. Ivan's Experiences.Priceless Blessings from God.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-4203317871333184762013-02-24T17:00:00.002+07:002013-02-24T17:00:11.835+07:00Chicken Cordon Bleu Balls: Délicieux!!!<div class="post_content clearfix" id="post_content_37248637142" style="text-align: justify;">
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<i>Every dish that I cook, always had its own background story behind it</i>.</h3>
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Just like this one: Chicken Cordon Bleu Balls. Through its name, you know that I'm inspired by Chicken Cordon Bleu. Since I don't have much time to cook, I simplify this dish and make it as a finger food.<br />
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It was when my dad asked me to cook for him. He said, "Why do you always cook for your husband, and never for your dad???" So, here I present you the recipe of Chicken Cordon Bleu Balls, specially created for my beloved dad ;)<br />
<b><br /><u>Ingredients</u></b>:<br />
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<li>250 grams of minced chicken</li>
<li>Mozzarella cheese or you can easily use QuickMelt, cut into dices</li>
<li>3 cloves of garlic, grind</li>
<li>Salt and Pepper</li>
<li>Oregano<i> </i></li>
<li>Bread crumbs</li>
<li>2 egg, whisk</li>
<li>Cooking oil</li>
<li>Chili sauce or tomato ketchup</li>
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<u><b>How to Make</b></u>:<br />
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<li>Put the minced chicken into a big bowl. Add the garlic. Mix them.</li>
<li>Add some salt, pepper and oregano.</li>
<li>Put some bread crumbs into a flat plate. Prepare the eggs, too.</li>
<li>Take a spoon of minced chicken, flatten it, put a dice of cheese in the middle and round it. Make sure that the cheese is in the middle, so it won't melt out during frying.</li>
<li>Dip the ball into the eggs, and then roll it onto the bread crumbs. Make sure that the ball's surface is already covered with the bread crumbs.</li>
<li>Keep the ball for approx. 1 hour to make the bread crumbs stick well.</li>
<li>Prepare the cooking oil to fry. Deep fry the ball with low heat.</li>
<li>Serve the ball with chili sauce or tomato ketchup.</li>
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<b><u>Note</u></b>:<br />
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<li>If you fry the ball with over high heat, the cheese inside the ball will easily burst.</li>
<li>This dish is much more delicious when you enjoy it right after it's fried, since the minced chicken is still moist and the cheese is still melting.</li>
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<i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="fr"><span class="hps">Bon Appétit!!</span></span></span></i></h3>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-35456711184077222592013-01-31T11:20:00.001+07:002013-02-01T14:55:19.412+07:00Recipe Collections<div style="text-align: justify;">
After getting married, I forced myself to cook for my husband, even though I never cooked before getting married. Surprisingly, I can cook!!! And I'm happy that the ones (including my husband who has a high standard of taste, LOL) who eat my home dish, say that it's delicious! Since then, I'm so excited to cook. It's such a challenge for me to cook for my choosy (in term of food) husband. When he dislikes my dish, it encourages me to try again. If he likes it, it also encourages me to try cooking another dish.</div>
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Before eating, he usually looks at the appearance of the dish first, and then smell the aroma. Till that point, if he's still not sure, he'll ask me about the ingredients. If he likes the dish, he won't refuse to add some more. On the other hand, if he dislikes it, yeah... (you'll know what happens :p)</div>
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<u><i>However, my husband is the reason that boosts me to always cook something new. And I do give thanks for that.</i></u></h3>
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Stay tuned to read my Recipe Collections...</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-83687900480240538012013-01-30T15:13:00.001+07:002013-01-30T15:13:07.731+07:00I***mie Seleraku<div style="text-align: justify;">
Semenjak saya menjadi guru SD, saya suka mengamati fenomena mereka, saat
mereka di kelas maupun saat istirahat. Ada satu hal yang menggelitik
hati saya. Beberapa kali saat saya memperhatikan mereka, kebetulan ada
dari mereka yang membawa bekal I***mie goreng, yang saya yakin bahwa
tidak ada satu orang anak Indonesia pun yang tidak suka. Apa yang
menarik? Tiba-tiba ingatan saya melayang pada masa-masa SD saya…</div>
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<i>Saat itu hari Sabtu. Setiap Sabtu, saya pulang tidak terlalu
siang, sekitar jam 11. Hari itu, Mama membawakan saya bekal di kotak
makan saya setiap hari. Kotak makan saya tidak istimewa, berbentuk
persegi panjang dengan sekat di tengahnya. Warnanya ungu dan biru dengan
gambar Minnie Mouse. Biasanya, saya bertanya pada Mama menu bekal saya.
Namun hari itu, saya sedikit terburu-buru dan tidak sempat menanyakan.
Jadi saat istirahat, saya baru tahu bekal saya hari itu adalah I***mie
goreng plus telur dadar. Dalam hati saya seketika berteriak, “Yeeeyyy,
horeee!!” Tak berapa lama, teman-teman saya makan bersama di dekat saya.
Saat melihat bekal saya, mereka serentak berkata, “Wihhh, enak’eeee…”</i></div>
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Entah mengapa saat masih kecil, saya dan teman-teman selalu merasa
bahwa I***mie goreng adalah menu spesial. Menu yang satu ini selalu saya
nikmati perlahan hingga ke tiap helai mie-nya…Padahal, I***mie itu
pasti sudah dingin, karena saat matang panas-panas langsung dimasukkan
ke dalam kotak makan. Alhasil, saat istirahat, mie sudah mengembang dan
tercetak sesuai bentuk kotak makan. Hahahaha…bagaimanapun bentuk dan
rupanya, tetap saja anak-anak sekolah merasa itu menu spesial!</div>
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Yang membuat saya tercengang, fenomena ini pun masih terjadi
hari-hari ini, pada murid-murid saya, misalnya. Suatu kali saat mereka
membawa bekal I***mie goreng ini, teman-teman mereka berkomentar,
“Enaknyaaa!” sambil tak jarang mencomot sejumput, saking irinya. Di hari
lain, saya melihat ada beberapa anak yang membawa bekal ini, dan mereka
rasanya begitu senang dan duduk makan bersama-sama. Entah ada perasaan
bangga saat mereka membawa bekal yang satu ini, karena teman-teman yang
lain selalu melihat mereka tanpa kedip. Di hari lain lagi, ada seorang
cewek berteriak keras, “Horee!” saat dia mendengar bunyi bel istrirahat.
Tak lama dia ngomong sama temannya, “Makan! Makan! Enak, hari ini aku
makan mie goreng!” dengan muka yang begitu sumringah. Saya kembali hanya
bisa melongo.</div>
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Saat saya menceritakan fenomena ini kepada suami saya, tak disangka
dia bercerita bahwa saat jaman dia sekolah pun (dia 6 tahun lebih tua
dari saya) fenomena ini sudah muncul. Dia pun pernah mengalami fenomena
spektakulernya bekal I***mie goreng ini…</div>
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Dari kisah-kisah ini, saya harus mengakui kemashuran mie yang satu
ini…Dinikmati bahkan digilai oleh segala lapisan masyarakat. Pamornya
sama sekali tidak turun sejak dulu…Salut untuk para peracik bumbunya!!</div>
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Ini ceritaku, apa ceritamu?? Wkwkwkwk…</h4>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-67344536177408313132013-01-29T18:12:00.000+07:002013-01-29T18:12:08.673+07:00Little Fashion Critiques<h3 style="text-align: justify;">
<i>Sebagai seorang guru SD, saya tidak menyangka bahwa pekerjaan saya
ini memiliki sebuah kelebihan khusus. Ya, tentu di samping dengan
terhiburnya hati ini melihat tingkah polah mereka yang lucu sekaligus
menyebalkan itu.</i></h3>
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Apa kelebihan khusus yang saya maksud? Tak disangka-sangka mereka
adalah penasehat pribadi saya. Diam-diam mereka bisa menyuplai energi
positif untuk saya, dalam berbagai hal yang terlihat sangat <i>trivial</i>. </div>
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Bak selebriti papan atas, mereka seringkali memuji saat saya
berpenampilan baru. “Miss Vania cantik kalo pake poni begini…” hanyalah
salah satu dari cuap-cuap mereka. Atau saat saya berkesempatan untuk
memakai setelan baru, ungkapan-ungkapan polos nan tulus mereka selalu
berhasil menyejukkan hati saya.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 2nd Graders (from left to right): Ravena, Felicia, Cellina</td></tr>
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<u>Note</u>: Felicia was the one who said I'm pretty with bangs ;)</h3>
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Bahkan, saat saya <i>bad-hair day</i>
pun, dan saya memutuskan untuk bikin cepol di rambut saya, ternyata
mereka pun bereaksi positif dengan bilang saya manis. Bayangkan betapa
melayangnya saya! Saya yang sudah setengah malas karena <i>bad-hair</i> ini, sekejap urung <i>bad mood</i>.</div>
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Beda lagi dengan murid saya yang sudah lebih besar. Mereka sampai
tahu merk sepatu saya! Entah bagaimana caranya…Suatu kali seorang murid
tiba-tiba mendatangi saya dengan muka serius, “Miss Vania, merk
sepatunya ***** ya?” Itu sepatu baru saya pakai seminggu, entah
bagaimana triknya yang membuat saya hanya bisa melongo dan mengangguk.
Segera setelah saya mengangguk, dia berlari menuju teman-temannya dan
berkasak-kusuk, “Aku tau lho merk sepatunya Miss Vania…Kamu nggak tau
to?” OMG!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Smart 5th Graders (back, from left: Felix, Aaron, Yohanes, Kelvin, Amanda, Felicia) - (front, from left: Nicho, Kent, Alvin, Brillian, Natasya, Priscilla, Irene)</td></tr>
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<u>Note</u>: Yohanes was the one who knew my shoes' brand :p</h3>
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Satu cerita lagi yang nggak kalah mengharukan buat saya. Suatu hari saya harus meliburkan <i>contact lens</i> saya dan kembali memakai kacamata saya karena tiba-tiba mata saya pada protes. Saat saya masuk ke <i>grade VI</i>,
serentak semua bertanya seputar mengapa saya pakai kacamata. Di dua
kelas sebelumnya, saya sudah menjawab pertanyaan itu puluhan kali, jadi
saat saya masuk kelas itu saya sudah capek, dan memilih untuk diam.
Namun, di sela-sela pertanyaan itu, segerombol cewek di belakang malah
bisik-bisik heboh, “Hii, Miss Vania keren yah pake kacamata! Besok aku
mau pake kacamata ah…” Saya hanya bisa geleng-geleng kepala.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 6th Graders (from left to right): Jeremy Adriel, Jeremy Alex, Ferrari, Jonathan, Thomas, Marcellian, Kevin, Joey, Karinka, Samuel, Stefan</td></tr>
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<u>Note</u>: Marcellian was the one who wanted to wear eye-glasses. LOL</h3>
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Eits, ada pujian, tentu ada olokan, meskipun saya tahu itu keluar
dari kepolosan hati mereka. Suatu hari saya datang agak terlambat
sehingga saya harus berjalan sedikit tergesa-gesa. Sesampainya di kelas,
seorang cowok tiba-tiba berkata lantang, “Miss Vania belum sisiran yah?
Kok rambutnya awut-awutan gitu sih??” dengan muka bingungnya. Saya
hanya bisa menjawab, “Iya, Miss Vania terlambat, jadi tadi lari-lari,
rambutnya berantakan semua deh kena angin…” Belum puas, dia kembali
menyahut, “Ya bawa sisir kek ato gimana, abis awut-awutan banget gitu!”
Hati saya mencelos mendengarnya. Saat mereka saya beri soal, saya
bergegas pamit ke kamar mandi untuk melihat seberapa parah rambut saya
ini. Waktu saya lihat, menurut saya, ternyata nggak sengeri yang dia
omongin kok. Tapi satu hal, yah lebih baik lah ditegur mereka duluan,
supaya saya juga bisa siaga dan selalu tampil prima.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My another 2nd Graders (from left to right): Janice, Andreas, Felicia, Billy, Michael, Nathan</td></tr>
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<u>Note</u>: Nathan was the one who complained about my hair! OMG!</h3>
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Dari serentetan kejadian ini, saya hanya bisa menyadari bahwa mereka adalah penasehat pribadi saya yang cukup <i>qualified</i>. Mereka bisa memuji saya tepat saat saya butuh pujian. Mereka pun juga bisa peduli terhadap saya, termasuk penampilan saya.<br />
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Hhmm…tiba-tiba saya kembali mengucap syukur pada Tuhan atas pekerjaan ini. Thanks Lord! :D</h3>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-61080450031729679842013-01-29T14:37:00.000+07:002013-02-01T15:02:18.082+07:00Pregnancy: 2nd Trimester<div style="text-align: justify;">
Memasuki trimester dua, udah lumayan banyak hal yang dulu bisa saya
lakukan sendiri, tapi sekarang tidak lagi. Contohnya: membawa
barang-barang yang berat, membungkuk untuk mengambil barang yang jatuh,
dan memakai high heels.Overall,selera makan saya semakin meningkat.
Anehnya, saya tetap ngga bisa nambah porsi makanan saya, cuma nambah
frekuensi doang.<i><b> </b></i>Saya masih tetap melakukan aktivitas seperti biasa, ngajar sepanjang hari dan ngedit beberapa tulisan.</div>
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Badan? Lagi-lagi yang satu ini. Kali ini, sudah waktunya baju-baju
atasan saya masuk museum untuk sementara. Mau ngga mau mulailah hunting
baju hamil (yang saya maksud di sini adalah baju khusus untuk ibu
hamil).</div>
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Note: <i><u>jangan memaksa pake baju lama kita</u>,
memang mungkin terasa masih cukup, tapi secara otomatis baju itu lebih
melar dari sebelumnya, yang menyebabkan baju lama tersebut ngga bisa
dipake lagi setelah badan kita kembali seperti semula.</i></h3>
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Dalam memilih ini pun saya dilema, semuanya masih tampak kebesaran
buat saya. Akhirnya, saya memilih alternatif untuk membeli beberapa
pakaian non-hamil, tapi yang longgar-longgar atau dengan satu ukuran
lebih besar dari baju saya biasanya.</div>
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Perut? Perut saya sudah kelihatan membuncit, meskipun masih
menyerupai pipi tembem begitu. Jadi, yah singkatnya, perutnya nyempluk!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Captured by Ivan Sebastian Photoworks (a.k.a my hubby) - (Marina Bay Sands' Room) - approx. 5 months</td></tr>
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to be continued to Pregnancy: 3rd Trimester...</h3>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-86399534167719106382013-01-29T14:31:00.000+07:002013-01-29T14:31:35.919+07:00Pregnancy: 1st Trimester<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<b>Selama hamil, boleh dibilang saya termasuk golongan yang lancar-lancar saja, tanpa hambatan yang berarti…</b></h3>
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Dimulai dari trimester pertama, yang notabene penuh dengan hari-hari
yang diisi dengan berbagai gejala morning sickness, saya masih adem ayem
saja. Yah, paling mual-mual biasa. Alergi dengan bau atau makanan
tertentu? Tidak berlaku pada saya. Apa yang mau saya makan, ya masuk aja
tuh…</div>
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<b>Note</b>: <i>kalau ngga pengen berat badan naik drastis, <b>ingatlah</b> untuk <u>makan dengan <b>kandungan gizi yang dobel</b></u>, <u><b>bukan dengan porsi yang dobel</b></u>…</i></h3>
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Badan? Belum ada perubahan drastis, saya masih enjoy aja pakai baju-baju saya yang lama.</div>
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Hanya saja, di akhir trimester pertama, perut saya membesar sedikit.
Yah, mirip seperti kalo saya kekenyangan makan. Sejak itu, saya mutusin
buat mulai pake celana hamil. Saat berburu celana hamil pun ada
kisahnya. Setelah keliling keluar masuk berbagai jenis toko dan
department store, saya harus menerima kenyataan bahwa 1)
se’fashionable-fashionable’nya baju hamil, pasti ngga ada yang 100%
fashionable. 2) sekecil-kecilnya ukuran celana hamil, pasti ngga ada
yang sekecil celana yang biasa saya pake. Awalnya saya menunda membeli,
dengan harapan saya bisa menemukan yang lebih kecil. Tak dinyana,
harapan saya itu kosong rupanya. Akhirnya, mau ngga mau ya saya pake deh
itu celana hamil, meskipun kegedean di bagian pinggul dan paha. Yah
seengga’nya, saya ngga menghambat pertumbuhan si baby di dalam perut
lah. That’s it!</div>
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Saya pun mulai membeli buku-buku pengetahuan mengenai kehamilan dan
merawat anak. Berhubung baru anak pertama, saya bagai seseorang yang
buta arah. Karena itulah saya menyadari bahwa saya perlu memahami
bagaimana proses kehamilan yang sesungguhnya plus dengan pengetahuan
saat persalinan. Beneran deh, kita jadi punya cukup waktu untuk
mempersiapkan semuanya dengan sebaik-baiknya…</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The one and the only picture during trimester 1 (sister in law's wedding) - approx. 3,5 months</i></td></tr>
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to be continued to <b>Pregnancy: 2nd Trimester</b>...</h3>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-57017787197773129892013-01-21T15:46:00.001+07:002013-01-29T10:05:05.575+07:00When It Turns Out to Be Positive... <div class="post_content clearfix" id="post_content_29177607721" style="text-align: justify;">
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I was married in <span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"><u><b>20.10.2010</b></u></span>.</h2>
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My hubby and I agreed to pray to
God, that if this was in line with His will, we would like to spend some
time together for a while, before He gave us a child. And, it turned
out that the Lord answered our prayer.<br />
We had approximately one year to enjoy our honeymoon, and also traveled here and there.<br />
About a week before our first anniversary, we found out that we’re
going to have a baby!! It was so surprising yet a wonderful gift from
God.<br />
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"His plan is truly well-scheduled…"</blockquote>
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So, it was one week before our anniversary when it turned out to be positive.<br />
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GOD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME!</h2>
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P.S. : This is just a very beginning, can’t wait to share my whole wonderful ‘9-month’ journey!!!</h4>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-54075737484724041462013-01-12T13:16:00.000+07:002013-01-29T14:26:21.663+07:00How Do I Define Each of my Single Experience? (3)As I wrote on my previous post that I'll add about my friendship experience, fashion experience, and culinary experience as well. Therefore, here they are...<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>Experiences that I'm talking about are various. It can be my <span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">traveling</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">job</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">'lady-like'</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #d9ead3;">cooking</span> experience. It also includes my <span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">friendship</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;">fashion</span> experience, and my <span style="background-color: #fce5cd;">culinary</span> experience.</i></span></h3>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*) <span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><u>FRIENDSHIP</u></span> EXPERIENCE: My BFF (Viona Grace) - 2003-now</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*) <span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"><u>FRIENDSHIP</u></span> EXPERIENCE: My College Best Friends (Eka, Marsella, Imelda, Sari, Patrisia) - English Dept. Batch 2007</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*) <u><span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;">FASHION</span></u> EXPERIENCE:Muse de Louvre (Early Spring 2011)</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Over-sized Hoop Earrings, Plain White T-Shirt, <b>Mango</b> Navy Blue Coat, Broken White Ruffles Scarf, Dark Grey Tight Jeans, <b>Everbest</b> Dark Brown Boots </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*) <span style="background-color: #fce5cd;"><u>CULINARY</u></span> EXPERIENCE: Yoshinoya's Combo Beef + Salmon</td></tr>
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Can't wait to post each story of each experience!!</h3>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-84368913349598314122013-01-12T12:24:00.001+07:002013-01-29T14:26:21.665+07:00How Do I Define Each of my Single Experience? (2)Continuing my previous post, there is one more kind of experience that I'd like to share.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOS2Amao2N_jMycpmASxAVVBohNWprNLWMSNAS7hEhUUajd-KVvzGHMNZ5QJNw-oRpsxusJZx6VkFUAuFHW_1cXgha-eKwDxIb60mq8kOHsd4YlULxcNNC8hBVSH_k9c_OVHiVy3Kqwjc/s1600/homemade+spaghetti+bolognaise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOS2Amao2N_jMycpmASxAVVBohNWprNLWMSNAS7hEhUUajd-KVvzGHMNZ5QJNw-oRpsxusJZx6VkFUAuFHW_1cXgha-eKwDxIb60mq8kOHsd4YlULxcNNC8hBVSH_k9c_OVHiVy3Kqwjc/s400/homemade+spaghetti+bolognaise.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*) <span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><u>COOKING</u></span> EXPERIENCE: HOMEMADE SPAGHETTI BOLOGNAISE</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">*) <span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"><u>COOKING</u></span> EXPERIENCE:HOMEMADE GARDEN SALAD WITH THOUSAND ISLAND</td></tr>
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<u>Coming Soon</u>: friendship experience, fashion experience, culinary experience!!!!</h2>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-53038496963572496302013-01-12T00:01:00.001+07:002013-01-29T14:26:21.662+07:00How Do I Define Each of my Single Experience? (1)<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>Experiences that I'm talking about are various. It can be my <span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">traveling</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">job</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">'lady-like'</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #d9ead3;">cooking</span> experience and many more.</i></span></h3>
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From my previous post, I mentioned several kinds of experiences. On this post, I simply would like to share some pictures that hopefully can represent each type of my experiences. These pictures basically define the word 'experience' for my own dictionary.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7KCvPb5K7XS6eQrds2AhYaNCyK-iT8zMvaSC9d5Xr8SCB7KD3guMbapCRR4gaUskUATa_L-TWeOGkAw4jSsyjC8pRExq-idDDWXScEgavW56G0ZCFcrb4vVtQWEn0E9JMzt8_oS8GD8/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7KCvPb5K7XS6eQrds2AhYaNCyK-iT8zMvaSC9d5Xr8SCB7KD3guMbapCRR4gaUskUATa_L-TWeOGkAw4jSsyjC8pRExq-idDDWXScEgavW56G0ZCFcrb4vVtQWEn0E9JMzt8_oS8GD8/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
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*) <span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"><u>TRAVELING</u></span> EXPERIENCE: Gondola Ride - Venice - 2011</h4>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlzbkmo-USrhvkH99RmzopXhqhA3iRe6HNoD0rO0tURQqzmu3DPm4Ai12zZ3h7CeHNWGuINBsiU5HEDRhgobpm7JCqJ-owiEoUq6HfErRVWJM-ypDFoizsNwdSQOkhIfLQOAAeOj2Uuc/s1600/IMG00640-20111018-1341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBlzbkmo-USrhvkH99RmzopXhqhA3iRe6HNoD0rO0tURQqzmu3DPm4Ai12zZ3h7CeHNWGuINBsiU5HEDRhgobpm7JCqJ-owiEoUq6HfErRVWJM-ypDFoizsNwdSQOkhIfLQOAAeOj2Uuc/s400/IMG00640-20111018-1341.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
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*) <span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"><u>JOB</u></span> EXPERIENCE: Teaching English for Elementary Students - 2011-2012</h4>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9Q4dfneSQEI9f3ccMzl7dhcvzRpqFe2KugbW2-F-gA73JoE5JQMBVyUylfDaagycSHW4QvJze-ARJIgSYVeTWutAooTWBhm29kVtB3ROif4IIytpzJaHrnQcQ7Xhyphenhyphen8dLzKpQhmseoP4/s1600/IMG_7491_2_1_FINISH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx9Q4dfneSQEI9f3ccMzl7dhcvzRpqFe2KugbW2-F-gA73JoE5JQMBVyUylfDaagycSHW4QvJze-ARJIgSYVeTWutAooTWBhm29kVtB3ROif4IIytpzJaHrnQcQ7Xhyphenhyphen8dLzKpQhmseoP4/s400/IMG_7491_2_1_FINISH.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
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*) <span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;">'LADY-LIKE'</span> EXPERIENCE: Biggest Day Ever - 20.10.2010</h4>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOFMeZn5vHjJt0_RCU9fTEkjKtzlUGD2vLZ2uSPLo8_C54g_kBGatwvM2LPC9MdZ4AiNcxrZ_P0I8H3hoGaNBcYPp6F9Le3x0A5InEPoUyNSW3ZZF6fglYDoXPsHjAvbU-XC1gie9PME/s1600/IMG_2822_SMALLER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilOFMeZn5vHjJt0_RCU9fTEkjKtzlUGD2vLZ2uSPLo8_C54g_kBGatwvM2LPC9MdZ4AiNcxrZ_P0I8H3hoGaNBcYPp6F9Le3x0A5InEPoUyNSW3ZZF6fglYDoXPsHjAvbU-XC1gie9PME/s400/IMG_2822_SMALLER.jpg" width="266" /></a></td></tr>
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*) <span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;">'LADY-LIKE'</span> EXPERIENCE: Being Sent An Angel from Heaven - 08.06.2012</h4>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10509866625873775425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7807488675826014262.post-30324686736311752992013-01-09T16:49:00.000+07:002013-01-29T14:26:21.660+07:00Gifts from God: Priceless Experiences<blockquote class="tr_bq">
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<i><span style="font-weight: normal;">I know that every experience God has granted me is merely and purely because He loves me so much.</span></i></h3>
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<span style="background-color: #ffe599;">I once dreamed to be a writer.</span> Since God drives me away to another
world, I'm still thinking that every experience that's engraved in my mind, will be
such a waste if I don't share it with others. Everything that I share through my writings is simply just one of the ways to honor my Master, who has been too amazing for me.<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"><i>Experiences that I'm talking about are various. It can be my <span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;">traveling</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">job</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">'lady-like'</span> experience, my <span style="background-color: #d9ead3;">cooking</span> experience and many more.</i></span></h3>
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Short introduction about myself: I will be 24 this year. I'm married to a wonderful man who was actually my childhood mate. I'm a mother of an adorable baby boy. Before being a mom, I was teaching English for elementary students. Till now, I'm giving some private English sessions for some junior high students. Beside taking care of my baby boy, I'm also trying to be a good editor for a kids daily devotion.<br />
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Last but not least, enjoy my experiences!!</h2>
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