<?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-2281276567137636140</id><updated>2012-01-03T04:46:02.226+07:00</updated><category term='Diary'/><category term='I Bet You Don&apos;t Know Why'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>Riding The Rollercoaster of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Life has its ups and downs, which is somehow leading us to a place where there will be no tears and sorrow.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-4754207749514810760</id><published>2012-01-03T04:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T04:46:02.235+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!</title><content type='html'>Hellllloooooo!!! Been writing in another blog for sometime now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah if i have a less personal rant ill post it here! Cool stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-4754207749514810760?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/4754207749514810760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=4754207749514810760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/4754207749514810760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/4754207749514810760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello.html' title='Hello!!'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-7796755709814466790</id><published>2011-06-07T12:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:05:11.673+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVK1LU4WAJE/Te22NKb5hUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WnnczixGw88/s1600/tumblr_llud2sDPOZ1qzvdifo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVK1LU4WAJE/Te22NKb5hUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WnnczixGw88/s320/tumblr_llud2sDPOZ1qzvdifo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615344647656801602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI BLOG!! Long time no post.. and i still think there are nul readers out there... (deep inside still wishing that there are people who love me enough to check upon me once in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm gonna do this thing.. the 30 day challenge. i do have a lot of stuff to do these days- taking care of my dog, typing out sermons, hanging out with close friends - yeah that's a lot.. hahah! but this seems interesting, not too tedious, and i do see that it's good for self-growth and my writing skills.. so, WHY NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE WE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;1 - your current relationship, if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; discuss how single life is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT RELATIONSHIP STATUS: SINGLE ...&lt;br /&gt;good question.. so, background story first - past relationships: had a bf longggg time ago and also for a looong time,.. puppy love but it's my first love, he was a great guy and it was probably the best time of my life so.. who can get over it right? haha... curcol dikit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm single! honestly, not by choice... truth be told i would love to have a boyfriend or a very close guy friend *clears throat* these days... but i cant. i tried before. there is one potential candidate... and seriously of all seriousness... it would have been A BEAUTIFUL LOVE STORY. it's just like in the movies! *it still hurts when i think of it cos he is seriously a good guy and is my type* but i chose not to go on with it... cos not so long after i know this guy, i made a promise to Someone that i won't date until the time is right - it has something to do with my faith but i won't talk about it here. so i disappeared. mwaha. but despite all that i know that i'm still young and i'm not supposed to trust my emotions just yet, i don't know whether my feelings for this guy is truly real or is just acting up hormones. Here is the big question - Is it worth pursuing something you're not even certain about? With my sacred promise plus this question in mind,  i made the rational choice to distant myself from him and ignore most of his calls and texts - well, sometimes i couldn't help it, i replied after 12 hours. yeah, he got pissed and never replied back - whateva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=intermezzo=&lt;br /&gt;I have another thought about love too anyway. For me, LOVE is A CHOICE. Love shouldNOT be based on feelings or the following reasons: " without him, my chest hurts" "he can hurt me and heal me." "My heart skips a beat whenever he's around." "Her eyes capture my heart." " It was love at first sight." - seriously, i want to puke when couples say that these are the reasons why they get married and love each other.  feelings do not make a relationship work! why? because feelings fade away with time - trust me i see it with my very own eyes how this happens. What makes a relationship work is COMPATIBILITY. When you're in a relationship, ask yourself "Does he have what i don't have?" "Can I stand to live with this guy for the rest of my life?" "Do we share the same faith and values?" "Is he the right guy to go through the thick and thin of life with me?" and such questions... you get it... so, when the answer is all yes ...  then you can say that you are willing to make the commitment to be with him... then you can say that you love him... then feelings can come in and it will be the sweetest icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA enough about it. sooo how is it like being single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you... it's AWESOME. sometimes i do think about my time wih him1 and what it would have been like with him2 lol... but in a bigger picture, my life could not have been better. I can focus on what i wanna do and what i have to do without distractions. lol. can't say much about it.. i'm so used to being single i forgot how being in a relationship feels like. Well i know now that i don't have to watch my figure.. i can eat 2 packs of indomie in the middle of the night GUILT FREE. i can have dinner and supper and super late supper in one night GUILT FREE. hahaha... well sometimes i feel guilty cos i don't look that good anymore but i can get over that thought in like 3 seconds lol. so... this is the single life. i am very glad that i am because if i had been in a relationship all this time, i wouldn't have achieved what i have today. so i'm very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THAT'S IT! DAY 1. I don't think anyone is reading this! SO WHATEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-7796755709814466790?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/7796755709814466790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=7796755709814466790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/7796755709814466790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/7796755709814466790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-blog-long-time-no-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VVK1LU4WAJE/Te22NKb5hUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WnnczixGw88/s72-c/tumblr_llud2sDPOZ1qzvdifo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-5440470761849059209</id><published>2010-11-10T02:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T02:13:57.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I seriously have no idea</title><content type='html'>Ok it's 1st day of A levels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S NOT LOOKIN' GOOD! AT ALL. agh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what has happened to me... i have lost all passion and determination for school... i don't know i don't know i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well one thing, the rollercoaster is goin' down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more papers to come... No worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-5440470761849059209?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/5440470761849059209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=5440470761849059209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/5440470761849059209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/5440470761849059209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-seriously-have-no-idea.html' title='I seriously have no idea'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-1959695852301341157</id><published>2010-05-02T21:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:37:25.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, it fits.</title><content type='html'>yeah. it fits. my life... it fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a year of adaptation and self-adjustment, it fits.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Singapore feels like home. I've been waiting for this actually, for so long. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this week actually is pretty hectic, BUT IT'S THE MOST FUN WEEK IN  MY LIFE SO FAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my bday... and SO MANY FRIGGING people wished me a happy birthday! which makes me happy and makes me feel like I EXIST in their lives. So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to CI ERICA and ANGEL and UNCLE ANTHONY for throwing me an awesome dinner and hangout! it was funnnnnn and i'll never forget it haha.. can't talk much bout it tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh... Look Inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-1959695852301341157?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/1959695852301341157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=1959695852301341157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1959695852301341157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1959695852301341157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-it-fits.html' title='Finally, it fits.'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-1973909642863419083</id><published>2010-04-25T18:13:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T02:15:57.705+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Movie Recommendation: Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/S9QlIHNuf_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mUzEd-gNqnw/s1600/Date-Night-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/S9QlIHNuf_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mUzEd-gNqnw/s320/Date-Night-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464033069213057010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna recommend a movie to you guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's DATE NIGHT! I have to say, this movie will make you laugh your butt off! This movie is equally, if not more than "Night At The Museum". Totally recommend this movie to all comedy lovers! ;) Go to your nearest cinema and watch it k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is not just about making you laugh, it has more than meets the eye. It's about family and how you stick up to each other no matter how rough the time is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really think Steve and Tina would make a great couple in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Look Inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-1973909642863419083?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/1973909642863419083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=1973909642863419083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1973909642863419083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1973909642863419083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2010/04/movie-recommendation-date-night.html' title='Movie Recommendation: Date Night'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/S9QlIHNuf_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mUzEd-gNqnw/s72-c/Date-Night-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-620952023596991852</id><published>2010-04-25T17:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:10:52.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time for A Change!</title><content type='html'>Hi readers, (as if you guys actually existed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowww.. it's been ages since my last update. well , thanks to God that He has actually provided some ample time - amidst of my crazy schedule - and inspired me to write again.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my life has been SO MUCHHH better than the last time i blogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally gotten the grip of life here in Singapore, been keeping up with itz crazey pace of life! Most importantly, i have to say that i have successfully immersed myself in the community without losing my true sense of identity as an Indonesian yoww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great. Really. you wanna know the secret for having a great life? LOOK AT THE BIG PICTURE! Well for me, each stage of life is just another piece of puzzle which if you bring them all together someday, you will see how amazing God's plan in your life is! In other words, just live and enjoy the moment. Whatever you're going trough right now is part of His plan, His GREAT PLAN. Remember, God didn't create us to suffer, God wants us to be happy too, God wants us to have a great godly life both spiritually and physically :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. what else do i wanna talk about??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh today, today is a weird day... I just feel today is the day where i will reorganize my life. Although life has been great, it has been kind of messy at the same time. Too many things are going on now, SAT, School, Church, and the like. Singapore and this new found independent life have made me realize that my responsibilities are not gonna get any lesser as I grow up, there will be more of 'em coming, believe me! so that's why, i just wanna get things in order today. I want to schedule all preparation for exams, reorganize my life style (healthy living, enough sleep, more exercise), and you know ... just be a better person inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what's even weirder!? Today's sermon is titled " I DON'T HAVE ENUF TIME!" omg.. even aunty Amanda poked me once she saw it  (haha, i love you aunty amanda if you read this!). This triggered me even more to get my life in order. Well if you don't know what i'm blabbering about, actually i've been appointed to play the keyboard in the praise team - which means that i have to spend time to practise AT HOME, and clearly the first thing i said was " I HAD NO TIME! ". Even in every single practise i always said " I HAD NO TIME TO PRACTISE! "... ohhh the sermon's title without any hesitation just JABBED ME RIGHT THROUGH THE HEART! More to that, i have not been keeping up with my bible reading too... i feel so guilty , even more guilty now! Well on the bright side at least God didn't do it "the hard way" to warn me to get back on the right track! Thanks God for reminding me for the 100000th time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todayyy i have started to tuition my friend too, Mr.Manish's niece MANISHA! she's a fun girl i have to say, and she's quick to learn which i love the most about her! Well some people have said that i'm good at teaching too (LOL, Self-praise!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met the KAPLANERS who are looking for a place to live in singapore, altho they didn't end up living in mandarin gardens, i really hope they'll find a place as soon as possible! It'll be fun to have more ricsters in Singapore :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's my day! it's 7 pm now and it's time to watch seinfeld... haha. my fave show. while i'll try to reorganize my room and my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, have a great week everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Look Inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving list: my church.my God. everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-620952023596991852?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/620952023596991852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=620952023596991852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/620952023596991852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/620952023596991852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-time-for-change.html' title='It&apos;s Time for A Change!'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-8022855929654787301</id><published>2009-09-20T03:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:57:50.645+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's sunday dawn</title><content type='html'>I've been having trouble sleeping.. it's 5 AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 1 thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's all. God knows the rest of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Sleep Tight. God loves you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too, God, actually. I've been so caught up in school work now i barely think of You during schooldays. I miss you God... please hug me again before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh. Look Inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-8022855929654787301?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/8022855929654787301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=8022855929654787301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/8022855929654787301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/8022855929654787301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-sunday-dawn.html' title='It&apos;s sunday dawn'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-4615458442218897045</id><published>2009-05-26T21:47:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:41:58.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to remember this feeling... (Part I)</title><content type='html'>I KNOW I KNOW! it's been ages since i last updated my blog! Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in my defense Life has just been hectic and too wonderful at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a brief summary of how my so-called "brand new life" has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;existing&lt;/span&gt; for the past 3 months: (as per february until today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a NON-SCHOLAR INTERNATIONAL STUDENT. I have the challenges that most international students in Singapore do not have, i have to find my own place!&lt;br /&gt;Place = A room. (Kos Kos-an)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, i found this place situated at Holland Road, where it was just nice as the apartment was new (just re-furnished) and located next to ORCHARD ROAD (the hip! hang out place). However, the tension could be felt since the FIRST NIGHT i moved in due to several internal reasons that would not be appropriate and not worth mentioning in this stupid blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then (again,FIRST NIGHT!), there is this BIG GIGANTIC HUMONGOUS ENORMOUS WALL of TENSION that somehow had been holding me back, and silently piling up stress inside me. The worst thing is that I WAS NOT AWARE OF IT! I kept thinking that "it's okay, i don't care about it anyway!" but You know what? I kept failing all my tests, i was not able to keep up with my work, and i kept blaming MYSELF for it. I literally almost gave up on studying in Singapore, i kept telling my friends and parents that singapore education was just too crazy (WELL, IT IS CRAZY!). BUT!! i never told them that i wanted to go back to Jakarta for good, because i know if i QUIT, THAT'S IT, i'd be a loser for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in my "HEAVENLY" place, the "ANGEL" - landlord - came up to me and says " I HAVE RENTED YOUR ROOM TO SOMEBODY ELSE. " I was just like " WHAT THE HEAVEN!?", when in 1 million years have i ever said to her i wanted to move out, i know that i was not comfortable with the some of the ground rules of the place but that didn't mean i wanted to move out. Then that night, WORLD WAR III literally happened at my place, nuclear rockets, atomic bombs are flying off in the sky, if it was SCHOOL YOUTH FESTIVAL (SYF), we would get GOLD WITH HONOURS for Drama. Well, i can't be too descriptive about it but the conclusion is : I HAD TO MOVE OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at that time my reaction was, "OH NO! MOVING OUT!, life sucks, why do i have to go through all this crap? school is stressful enough, why this too!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to wednesday service *church* that week, FOR THE FIRST TIME after months. I CRIED A RIVER - i rarely cried during prayer, because i just felt like my life is just !@@#$*@&amp;amp;@#&amp;amp;! I asked God " What did I do!?, are you punishing me God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service over, told everyone at church about it and asked Ci Erica if i could stay at her place just in case i couldn't take it anymore at holland road. Then auntie elin remembered a place at MANDARIN GARDENS. I was a bit skeptical at first, because i thought nothing beat orchard road. but then, auntie elin brought me there, and you know what!? It's ony 5 mins to school, 10 mins to church! I was just like! HURRAY! Man! this is perfect.. I can COOK!, CABLE TV!!! All that i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be cont - gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-4615458442218897045?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/4615458442218897045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=4615458442218897045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/4615458442218897045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/4615458442218897045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-to-remember-this-feeling-part-i.html' title='I want to remember this feeling... (Part I)'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-6731114264510061481</id><published>2009-02-18T14:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:22:23.035+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SC</title><content type='html'>Sebel. Banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw ga bisa run for student council gara2 harus pulang ke jakarta ambil the most prestigious award dari om william soerjadjaya! - haha. pake om lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARA2 NAMA SOERJADJAYA DOANG! gw harus datenggg... dan harus mengorbankan impian gw ke MIT gara2 gw gak bisa ikutan council!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNCIL tuh penting banget,,, kalo lo ada sejarah jadi council.. chance lo masuk ivy leagues tuh jauh lebih gede!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARGINAL COSTS &gt; MARGINAL BENEFIT : this signals that this action shouldn't be done!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH SEBEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.gary dan om soerjadyaja kayaknya gak bakal bisa mengerti kemarahan gw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi gw ga boleh menyerah, gw akan appeal! alias naik banding sama student council yang sekarang.. smoga appeal gw diterima dan bisa dicalonin jadi council..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoga ada sesuatu jadi hari jumat gak usah pulang ke jakartaa... huhu. (ga boleh ga boleh, harus dateng hanna, harus dateng!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw skarang ngeblog di skolah mulu nih... ada free time soalnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-6731114264510061481?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/6731114264510061481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=6731114264510061481' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/6731114264510061481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/6731114264510061481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/02/sc.html' title='SC'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-1690594572230163525</id><published>2009-02-10T10:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:43:59.223+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIT , Ivy Leagues</title><content type='html'>GW PENGEN MASUK MIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harus harus harus harus. walaupun gw gak tunjukin di muka gw, tapi di dalam hati ada keinginan yang lebih besar - bahkan lebih besar dari badan gw - untuk masuk sekolah engineering nomer 1 dunia itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan... ternyata GA GAMPANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semenjak gw sekolah di singapur... dan semenjak hari pertama belajar, otak gw udah mulai bebunyi.. MIT MIT MIT - apalagi pas pelajaran fisika n math...soalnya emang tujuan gw ke singapur biar gw bisa masuk MIT. kalo dari indo rada susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. di skolah gw ada program namanya SRP. ttg research2 gitu dan ttg engineering. NAH! ini penting banget kalo mau masuk ivy league uni.. duh, tp gw benci research! gw lebih suka aktif di sekolah - osis, dll - dari pada research2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi gw takut nyesel kalo gak mencobaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang gw di skul ada free time 3 jam, jadi menulis aja lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u - updates on my school life coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-1690594572230163525?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/1690594572230163525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=1690594572230163525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1690594572230163525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1690594572230163525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/02/mit-ivy-leagues.html' title='MIT , Ivy Leagues'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-7206380417251959015</id><published>2009-01-29T23:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:50:21.582+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>How would you describe your favorite day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; IS HOW I WOULD DESCRIBE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Today i'm so happy...The song Oh Happy Day would be a perfect match to my very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna apportion my day into points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Today is my first day at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for a job as a teacher assistant at my beloved school RICS with the intention of killing time, helping my fellow friends and teachers, and last but not least making money. It was greaat. Although for the first few hours i was kind of confused of what to do, but i finally got a grip onto it and started getting busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first task was typing ms.sharlene's english class test papers. Then, I went to PIM accompanying fabrian to go to avia tour and buy some lunch for ms.ratih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, my main purpose of becoming a TA is to help the Sec4s with their coursework. And I DID! i helped the science class but not the business! I FEEL BAD - however, i have my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i helped out pak wahyu with laptop software installments which was very useful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then... i helped out ms anita and mr satyajeet printing out some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be able to help. I have never felt this close to teachers and staff before. Ah, SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I hanged out with several teachers and closest friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Manish, Mr.Satyajeet, Ms. Elena, Ms. Yuli, Fabrian, Demas, and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at first, I thought Mr.Satya was a bit upset with US - students - mingling around with teachers. For the first hour, he was kinda quiet and putting on the i-want-to-kill-you face. But, as the conversations got more friendly and warm, he started to laugh - his funny typical laugh - and finally was willing to chat with us!&lt;br /&gt;AND THANKS TO MR MANISH FOR HAVING TREATED US WITH GREAT FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The athmosphere got even better after we watched Red Cliff. The movie was not so funny, but WE made it funny with our own interpretations and crazy jokes.WE ALL LAUGHED and LAUGHED and LAUGHED...haha. What an accomplishment we made for having successfully lightened up Mr.Satya's mood and he became all the cheery cheery happy mr.satya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST SO THANKFUL FOR TODAY that I got to hang out with my very good friends Demas and Fabrian...(kangen banget jalan2 sama lo padaaa) and not to forget my fave teacher Mr.Satya, and my most fun and bloody rich teacher Mr.Manish. And the unexpected Ms.Yuli who is actually VERY VERY different from what I thought she would be like. and Ms.Elena who was willing to spend some time with her former students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL TODAY WAS HEAVENLY GREAT! I HOPE YOU HAD A BLAST TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get back to work tomorrow morning! Yippie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before that I want to express my deepest gratitude to MR JAYSON WENDAM who has recommended me to become a TA, and I GOT THE JOB! THNK YOU! This is the best job i could ever have! I owe mr jayson my life! haha - lebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanksgiving list: MR.JAYSON!Demas, Fabrian, Mr.Manish, Mr.Satya, Ms.Yuli, Ms. Elena, RICS, RICS, RICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-7206380417251959015?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/7206380417251959015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=7206380417251959015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/7206380417251959015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/7206380417251959015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-would-you-describe-your-favorite.html' title='How would you describe your favorite day?'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-768130111443080766</id><published>2009-01-27T18:18:00.025+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:50:51.126+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Back To School!</title><content type='html'>weeew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya stelah satu bulan gak sekolah, i'm back to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun cuma ketemu teman2 dan guru2, hari ini sangat mengasyikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertama masuk gerbang gw bingung kenapa there's such crowd at the corridor, ternyata ada CNY celebration yang gw kira pagi2 tau nya emang pagi2 sih tapi ampe jam 10an gitu baru selesai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertama masuk gw ketemu si iyenk, trus lio gak tau kemana.. thanks sudah memberi ku 3 dollar extra ya lio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus ketemu orang yang gw cari2 yaitu GEORGE, yang sudah menunggu rubik sekian lama ini. ngasi gw 100.000 - terima kasih atas 20.000 lebih nya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next gw ketemu my bestest friends ever GABBY and IVAN! kannggeeen banget, tapi si ivan rada beda gitu skarang, jadi kangen the old ivan.tapi gapapa kok, gw ngerti sebagai teman dia sedang going through something. dia udah sehat aja gw seneng banget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN MY SUPER FUN BEST FRIENDS - SULLY AND ALDA! i miss them like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DEMAS - temen gw curhat dan anti JA-IM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that God has blessed me with these awesome friends who always have my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next on the agenda, meet the teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8H-knErpI/AAAAAAAAADo/4_Yuy7_K8F0/s1600-h/ronalda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295960458371837586" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 126px; height: 173px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8H-knErpI/AAAAAAAAADo/4_Yuy7_K8F0/s320/ronalda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pertama2 banget... MS.RONA. counselor yang selalu ada 24/7... kok ada sih orang baik kayak gini. selalu ada di saat2 dibutuhkan, care banget sama studentnya, care nya emang bener2 care gak dibuat2.... god bless u always miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8JvoXEmGI/AAAAAAAAADw/QPo6NLJJLH8/s1600-h/adinas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295962400703682658" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 185px; height: 134px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8JvoXEmGI/AAAAAAAAADw/QPo6NLJJLH8/s320/adinas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;asek, gw ketemu guru tergokil gw dulu, MR.ADINAS! guru yang selalu support gw dan gak mau gw tinggal di raffles (karena dia pengen gw ke singapur).. ah jarang ada orang kayak gini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be brutally honest, i'm quite sad to the fact that my closest friends don't really want me to leave, tapi gw tau deep inside mereka support gw. Kadang2 gw suka curiga kalo mereka doain gw supaya ga diterima - hahah, i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;tapi gw sadar, mereka yang ga mau gw pergi itulah yang sebenernya pengen buat gw pulang ke jakarta. The feeling of being missed by people makes you feel that you are something, gw tau sih emang feeling ini bisa ngebikin lu take your friends for granted, tapi i try to keep my self in control, which is quite challenging. but i love my friends so much, i don't want to lose them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8Beszp-qI/AAAAAAAAACg/Otm2crZH534/s1600-h/manish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953313746516642" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 234px; height: 159px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8Beszp-qI/AAAAAAAAACg/Otm2crZH534/s320/manish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trus I met MR MANISH - no matter how much i hate him, i still love him. memang love and hate beda tipis. tapi ini bukan love pacaran loh ya, ntar gossip lagi nih - kayak littlemissgossip hehe. ternyata dari semua guru, dia memang yang paling asik. dan dari semua, he had the most impact on my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then, my fave teacher ever, MR.SATYA, who keeps telling me to go back and study in RICS. yang sangat gw consider, cos there's still a big part of me which wants to stay in RICS. gak tau sih, now what i'm doing is only surrendering everything to God's hands. Thy will be done in my life. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954411016860418" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 238px; height: 177px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8CekdSswI/AAAAAAAAACw/m0ADjWjsMxU/s320/hannasatya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said something i'll never forget - i almost cried :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"we are just standing at the door waiting for you to come back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know that they really got my back. and i know that if things don't work out in singapore, they will always be there for me. thank god for giving me such awesome teachersss!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;untung hari ini si Mr Gary Tan Bien Ching ga ada, jadi gw ga usah deg deg an jalan2 disekolah. To be frank, i feel bad for having troubled him so much over the holidays. But he is my only help, so sorry! i didn't mean to distract your joyous holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8DqkbEGeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/itMnr0htVsk/s1600-h/allan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295955716677573090" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 146px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8DqkbEGeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/itMnr0htVsk/s320/allan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;eh gw lupa, gw ketemu Mr ALLAN, ternyata walaupun ganteng, dia kurang ramah, tapi gapapa... dia gak bermaksud ga ramah kok. gw kasih bolpen gede gw deh akhirnya! 4 big pens for 4 fave teachers - mr satya, mr allan, mr adinas, mr riz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8ES3yg7qI/AAAAAAAAADA/fBynBI2W600/s1600-h/riz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295956409070972578" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 227px; height: 165px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8ES3yg7qI/AAAAAAAAADA/fBynBI2W600/s320/riz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and MR RIZ - dia selalu support gw, walaupun gw rada ga enak udah betray dia dan skarang gw deket sama manish, tapi dia tetep support gw... apalagi waktu gw dapet IGCSE result gw - he truly was a shoulder to cry on deh. He was the who believed in me the most, soalnya other teachers kayak gak rela gitu gw dapet result itu. In early sec 4 he once said to me, &lt;em&gt;"hanna, you're gonna be on that board and replace karina"&lt;/em&gt; i never believed it yet it came true. thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8FMbWkfGI/AAAAAAAAADI/gpuXxSTCESE/s1600-h/jayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295957397869984866" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 157px; height: 106px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8FMbWkfGI/AAAAAAAAADI/gpuXxSTCESE/s320/jayson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, gw ketemu MR JAYSON juga, guru paling gaul dan ping pong mate gw. hehe..! tambah kocak aja tuh orang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8HPAdsY2I/AAAAAAAAADg/y81hUMHuyhM/s1600-h/maureen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295959641214968674" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 184px; height: 119px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8HPAdsY2I/AAAAAAAAADg/y81hUMHuyhM/s320/maureen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eh MS MAUREEN juga... well i should have listened to her advice of applying to the not-so-high-rated schools, but i was too late the application are all closed. she's the most motherly teacher i've ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8FMW1_2mI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ClRT7V5NWow/s1600-h/chako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295957396659624546" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 161px; height: 119px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8FMW1_2mI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ClRT7V5NWow/s320/chako.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR.CHAKO juga... the genius. he never forgets to ask me how i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MS SHARLENE jg, sering pulang bareng dulu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms joanne juga - yang dulu nya gw kira judes ternyata GILA juga...&lt;br /&gt;wah buanyak banget kalo disebutin satu2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw terdengar seperti teacher's pet, tapi i love being it... haha. yang penting gw gak kiss ass. kadang2 building good relationships with teachers can get you out of trouble at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gila gw bersyukur banget gw sekolah di RICS, ada orang2 yang bikin gw feel like something and care about me sincerely. now it's my job to make people feel the same. tapi this does not mean if people don't care about me i won't care about them. I always try my best to care about everybody i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, memang di blog ini gw ngebacot ttg guru2 gw , dimaklumi lah secara gw anak tunggal dan butuh banyak attention, dan guru2 ini berhasil memberikan gw the attention i need. i love the fact that they care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntar sebelum gw pergi gw mau post ttg temen2 deket gw satu2! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.thanks rics for making me what i am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanksgiving list: my best friends - gabby,ivan,alda,sully,demas. my teachers. and RICS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-768130111443080766?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/768130111443080766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=768130111443080766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/768130111443080766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/768130111443080766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School!'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX8H-knErpI/AAAAAAAAADo/4_Yuy7_K8F0/s72-c/ronalda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-380314399910136850</id><published>2009-01-26T22:07:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:33:37.082+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX3U9bbw7HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/d5JAAixtClk/s1600-h/DSC_0163%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX3U9bbw7HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/d5JAAixtClk/s320/DSC_0163%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295622888658889842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.me and my dad's working space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XIN NIAN KUAI LE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chinese but i don't celebrate CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we just don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to school tomorrow to meet my friends and teachers - EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i realized how much i miss home. My home is just wonderful. It feels like being in a rain forest. My mother is head over heels for plants. Plants all over the place i might say. Take a peek on my facebook if you wonder how my green sweet home looks like - although it's super duper messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the green scenery, my parents are all about books, books, and books. Although we are not the typical finish-reading-your-books-till-the-last-page readers. Simply saying, we love owning books. It feels like possessing knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't wonder why my home looks shipwrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day at home because I knew that I wouldn't have the chance to spend such day again. It's the most homey place i could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not so small yet not so big.&lt;br /&gt;It's not grandeur yet not so minimalistic.&lt;br /&gt;It's messy yet comfy.&lt;br /&gt;It's so close to the hustle bustle of city life&lt;br /&gt;yet so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be my perfect dream house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.thanks home for making me keep coming back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanksgiving list: mommy,daddy,my green sweet house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-380314399910136850?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/380314399910136850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=380314399910136850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/380314399910136850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/380314399910136850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/01/home.html' title='HOME'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SX3U9bbw7HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/d5JAAixtClk/s72-c/DSC_0163%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-6691392513906793644</id><published>2009-01-20T00:12:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:07:00.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing To Lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SXS2pJd9QiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aOZDQAQse9E/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SXS2pJd9QiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aOZDQAQse9E/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293056280099635746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SXS2oHTp3oI/AAAAAAAAABo/EUzc4mfaqB0/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SXS2oHTp3oI/AAAAAAAAABo/EUzc4mfaqB0/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293056262339681922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SXS2o2Ri-7I/AAAAAAAAABw/tojAu0ez-xw/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SXS2o2Ri-7I/AAAAAAAAABw/tojAu0ez-xw/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293056274947308466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SXS2o2Ri-7I/AAAAAAAAABw/tojAu0ez-xw/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;These pictures were taken during Term 2 Exam Marking day - at cinere mall. It was great, I miss ms.inggar and ms. sharlene. They are FUN people, they are one of the reasons why I want to remain in RICS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huello guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after taking a few glances at others' blog. I finally decided to continue mine with stories of my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care whether or not people read my blog. ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's 1 A.M singapore time and I haven't been able to sleep earlier ever since I got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was so sad and depressed due to the fact that the school admission result is again postponed until further notice. And based on hearsay, my chances of getting admitted to ACS(Independent) are getting lesser. At one point, i was so frustrated by the news and wrote something on my facebook status which apparently has captured some of my church members' concern- I was touched that there are people who care for me. Thank you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, God always does his miracles to me at just the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, my fingers just started cliking on people's blog links. It is a regular that I would usually take a look at my closest friends', demas, gabby, and nia. Well, Nia has again thought-provoked me - as she would say. Her blog post about Nothingness has made me come to realise that whatever happens in my life is God's plan, 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to worry about. What we're striving for in life - education, money, and all sort of - is actually nothing. EVERYTHING is in God's hands, we have got nothing, absolutely nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was facebooking Ko BELLE and Ko DEDY reminded me of this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God will make a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When there seems to be no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He works in ways we can not see&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were taking turns in writing the lyrics, and i believe it is no coincidence that I was the one who got to write:&lt;br /&gt;HE WORKS IN WAYS WE CAN NOT SEE.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so true that God is now working in ways I simply can not see. Plainly saying, I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING, but I know that I shouldn't worry because it's His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, my faith has just been re-strengthened. I now wholeheartedly believe that I am going to be in Singapore working for Him, and It is all just a matter of time in which school God wants me to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is molding my heart through this process, He's BURNING me with His flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my church friends who have always got my back, don't worry, I am gonna be back here, in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PATIENCE and FAITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm so excited that ABOJIE's 1st book is finally published in English... can't wait to read!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GENESIS GENEALOGY Viewed Through God's Work of Salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is gonna be the first best book - out of 12 - I will ever read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanksgiving of the day:&lt;br /&gt;angel, auntie mag, auntie sandra, ci erica, ko belle, and ko deddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-6691392513906793644?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/6691392513906793644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=6691392513906793644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/6691392513906793644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/6691392513906793644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-to-lose.html' title='Nothing To Lose'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SXS2pJd9QiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/aOZDQAQse9E/s72-c/IMG_0191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-1962170607944724965</id><published>2009-01-15T14:35:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:03:36.828+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Movies have made a lot of impact in my life, a lot of movies have inspired me to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Must-Watch Movies List (period December 2008- January 2009):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seven Pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HANNAC%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/2989888968_0150956af9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 345px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/2989888968_0150956af9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a man - Ben Thomas played by a terrific actor Will Smith - who is involved in an accident costing 7 lives. He is the only survivor, and being held responsible for the loss of lives. How does he overcome his guilt? That's left for you to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Highly inspiring and life-changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Ip Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/2f/Ipmanposter02.jpg/200px-Ipmanposter02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 287px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/2/2f/Ipmanposter02.jpg/200px-Ipmanposter02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ip Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ip Man, or also known as Mr.Yip in his time, is the famous Wing Chun - one of chinese martial arts - Master who is also a Shi Fu of the world's most renowned martial artist, Bruce Lee. His wisdom,attitude, and fighting skill have successfully enthralled new disciples to join his martial art club.&lt;br /&gt;Immensely entertaining and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Red Cliff II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/cf/Redcliffposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 358px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/cf/Redcliffposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Cliff II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story about 2 kingdoms fighting one another. One to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;defend&lt;/span&gt; his own land, one to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;defeat&lt;/span&gt; more lands. Who is the winner of them all?&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected war strategies and highly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH , BE INSPIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies above are 100% Worth Watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-1962170607944724965?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/1962170607944724965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=1962170607944724965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1962170607944724965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1962170607944724965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/01/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-4656337707731120119</id><published>2009-01-15T12:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:00:47.781+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>WAIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SW7OdDNiRKI/AAAAAAAAABg/HHN5BuILW1s/s1600-h/RICS-ACS%28Int%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SW7OdDNiRKI/AAAAAAAAABg/HHN5BuILW1s/s320/RICS-ACS%28Int%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291393610680517794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the picture above, as you can see, has a very familiar a piece of trophy, yup yup that's our school expression of gratitude given to ACS (international). When i frist saw it i was like "why is this ACS International? Why can't it be ACS Independent?" and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i spent the rest of the day as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak tau kenapa gw gak tau mau ngeblog, lagi ga ada inspirasi... Rencananya sih pengen buat blog baru nanti kalo gw dah masuk skolah dan dorm, mau buat kayak diary gitu... biar nanti kalo gw dah tua gw bisa nginget2 apa aja yang gw lakuin waktu gw muda. Bisa instropeksi diri juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya gitu deh, mungkin cukup blog hari ini, just wait for my new blog posts about my new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my life at the moment: it's still great, notwithstanding all the problems around me which are kinda affecting me. But well, i'm still praying and i believe God will do His magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST WAIT. Cos that's what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-4656337707731120119?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/4656337707731120119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=4656337707731120119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/4656337707731120119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/4656337707731120119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-waiting.html' title='WAIT'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SW7OdDNiRKI/AAAAAAAAABg/HHN5BuILW1s/s72-c/RICS-ACS%28Int%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-5427265822714386878</id><published>2009-01-02T00:24:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:42:40.094+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>All Things New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's a new year everyone! And I'm not gonna continue on my previous blog, cos really, it's  heavy - even myself found it quite problematic on how to express myself on that particular matter - one of my biggest purposes in life. I know I sound very ridiculous and my goal seems rather impossible in people's eyes, but that challenges me even more to prove myself that I might be capable of achieving the impossible - see, i just sound even more ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"CAPTURE YOUR DREAMS" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Blades of Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My Life at the moment: It's HEAVENLY GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Although, It is undeniable that I am still school-less. Truth be told, I really want to go back to my old beloved school, RICS - Raffles International Christian School. It was great, no other school can replace it. No matter how hateful my heart could be, but love does conquer it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I actually want to tell you about my School-Searching journey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So far, I have applied - or tried to- to several high-rated schools in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;There are 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1. Raffles JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. Victoria JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3. National JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4. Hwa Chong JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5. St. Andrew's JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;6. Temasek JC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;7. Anglo Chinese School Independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;AGAIN! People call me ridiculous for applying to these INTENSELY DEMANDING schools. But, at least I am giving it a try. And the unexpected happened, I am short-listed in ACS Indep. and given a chance for an interview to Temasek JC - just in case you're wondering, i got rejected by the other schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;However, what's bothering me so much lately is the fact that I don't have that burning spirit inside of me anymore - the spirit to pursue my education in Singapore. I really hope that this spirit will be lighten up as soon as I receive at least one acceptance letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Underneath it all, I am so blessed that I still have my church. In fact, I had such a hard time getting adjusted. Since all the youth members were so much younger than me and it was most of them. This is so in contrary to what I had in Indonesian church, I was the youngest - where I learned how to handle things maturely. But here, i can feel the sincerity, I can see that these kids at such a young age can have truly sincere hearts to study the word of God - they really come to church to seek God. I am amazed. As a result, I am highly triggered to do the same. Most importantly, it is now my main reason to hurrily get a school and settled so as to be able to serve God fully with such a sincere heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And for your information, the best way to end a year and to start a year is with a prayer. A wholeheartedly spoken prayer - ask for his forgiveness, and most of all GIVE THANKS for the extra one year that he has given to you - no matter how jawdroppingly awful  the year was. It is heartwarming and comforting to know that God actually listens to your prayers and has a breathtakingly prefect plan for each and everyone of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I did, and God answered my prayers the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WELCOME 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- finally i can write again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-5427265822714386878?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/5427265822714386878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=5427265822714386878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/5427265822714386878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/5427265822714386878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-things-new.html' title='All Things New'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-41283617784666684</id><published>2008-10-04T00:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:55:55.127+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vision, The Mission, The Passion</title><content type='html'>hey guys, i know it's been forever since i last time wrote on my blog. I have been so busy taking care of my "future" :). I am in Singapore at the moment, applying to schools, struggling and striving hard in the process of making my dreams come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this thread is all about my&lt;br /&gt;BIGGEST &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;VISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGEST &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MISSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGEST &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;PASSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGGEST&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESCUING &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;INDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NESIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I DON'T KNOW WHY. It's just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began when one day I went to Singapore, and I said to myself "Why Jakarta can't have this?" 'this' as in organized roads, safe public transports, cleanliness, and the things that amaze you when you first come Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion was born on that day. The passion to remodel Jakarta. The passion to improve Jakarta. The passion to uplift the spirit of nationalism of the youngsters today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the passion grew into a mission. I promised myself "If I happen to be an engineer, I WILL solve all these road congestion, public transport system, traffic lights, street lights." It was as simple as making Jakarta a better place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was born, the spirit of nationalism - i know this sounds kinda dramatic, but it's real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I used to hate Jakarta/Indonesia with all my heart and my soul. I hated the people, the corrupts, the leaders, every little thing and every big thing! For me, It was just such an embarrassment being an Indonesian. There was just nothing to be proud of. &lt;br /&gt;Until that day came, it was all changed, in a split of a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-41283617784666684?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/41283617784666684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=41283617784666684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/41283617784666684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/41283617784666684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2008/10/vision-mission-passion.html' title='The Vision, The Mission, The Passion'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-8441962919184274885</id><published>2008-08-15T19:51:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:12:49.786+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Events'/><title type='text'>Beyond Imagination - 1105/1108</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May 11, 2008 - One day before IGCSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.00 pm - Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"God, I don't know what your plan is for me... but what my heart really wants is that If I got good grades, I would dedicate my life even more to you, whether or not I would go to Singapore, whatever university I would go to, whatever job I would have. I want to evangelize and glorify your name through a job that i do like - which is engineering. But God, everything is in your hands... my plan is certainly not your plan... And if what will happen is not according to my will, please prepare my heart, give me the strength to get over it. Because I know God, lately i've been so far away from you... I've sinned, I've been full of disappointments... If you want to make my IGCSE as a punishment , please let it be God, so that i will learn my lesson and be closer to you... Amen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then I gave my one month allowance as an offering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 11, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01:59:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ting tong ting tong...." the announcement bell rang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...to all JC 1 students, please gather at the MPH..." Mr Gary's calm and mature voice spoke trough the speakers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His voice faded away as I was running away from the truth that awaited me in the MPH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02:00:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting on the edge of the white bench next to Eric. All I could hear was only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bla bla bla bla bla...&lt;/span&gt; until &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Mr Gary said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"...This year, there are 2 students who scored 9 distinctions..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart whispered,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"It's not gonna be me then, No way on earth I would get that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then... another shocking sentence from the wise man:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"...and we're gonna see later in the slide those students who scored the disctinctions..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain whispered, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yeah... maybe i'll get into top 5... but no! it's not important... the thing is that I need to achieve good enough results so that at least I can go to Singapore... GOD please prepare my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment of truth finally arrived... It was as if I was watching a slow motion of Mr Gary pressing the button for the next slide...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I counted down... " 3...2...1..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The slide appeared SAUDARA SAUDARA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I looked at the bottom of the page since I knew that I wouldn't be number 1 - which was listed on the very top... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shockingly, my name was not listed at the bottom, and it strike me..."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh my God... I'm not going to Singapore then, I didn't score enough distinctions...&lt;/span&gt;" heart was crushed and broken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT!! as I was shifting my eyes up the slide... I saw Ivan's Name... "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OH MAN! HE DID IT! kurang ajar, he did it, and I couldn't...&lt;/span&gt;" - No offense Ivan, love u my pren!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then... the most remarkable, memorable, defining, miraculous - and lots of other pretty adjectives which I cannot mention here- moment of my life... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name was at the very very very TOP" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SONDAKH: HANNA CHRISTINA -- 7A* 2A&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart and Brain altogether SHOUTED, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;THANKK YOOUU JEESSUSSS!!!! THANKK YOUU&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumping around the MPH was my first reaction... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adrenaline rush, the excitement and achievement made me feel like my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upper part of the Brain&lt;/span&gt; was floating around... It was truly a dream come true... The thought of being number 1 never even crossed my mind. It was not beyond my expectation but It was no doubt &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beyond my imagination&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat back on my chair trying to pull my self together... but then, instead of laughing and smiling... I was shedding the Tears of Happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind flashed back to May 11... and from that time onwards... - Readers, you're smart... you know what I'd do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-8441962919184274885?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/8441962919184274885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=8441962919184274885' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/8441962919184274885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/8441962919184274885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2008/08/untitled-110808.html' title='Beyond Imagination - 1105/1108'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-7865897931759742008</id><published>2008-08-03T15:37:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:30:37.269+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>How Heavy is Your 'Backpack'?</title><content type='html'>Today is SUNday... The day of the SUN... The day of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's sermon -I didn't actually listen to it because I was busy helping the 'uncontrolable' sunday school kids, no pun intended!- my pastor was talking about &lt;em&gt;Life Burdens&lt;/em&gt;, or in my own intrepretation, &lt;em&gt;Life Backpack&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this man - not that kind of love - his name is Yudie. He dedicated his whole life - from being a punk! -to being God's own assistant in church. Now... he sleeps, eats, drinks, watches TV, surfs the internet,  takes the shower, combs hir hair, washes his feet, and most importantly serves God in church 24/7. The only question that is probably quite difficult for him to answer is... "Where do you live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yudie told us, the youngsters, during lunch this: (I added and twisted a word or two, you know to make it more.... you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is like a vacation... we stay at nice hotels with super comfy spring beds, high tech bathrooms, wide screen flat LCD TV, wireless internet and bla bla bla...But the point is that we cannot take anything home. Then, when we're about to travel, we all tend to overthink of what we're supposed to bring. For example, "oh we need 10 panty-os... no no no, what if I need more of that, okay 20 panty os. 20 shirts, 40 pants....bla bla bla..." In the end,you would realize that you pack way too much stuff...&lt;br /&gt;What God wants is for us not to carry too much load in our &lt;em&gt;life backpack&lt;/em&gt;. That &lt;em&gt;load&lt;/em&gt; is family, work, money, education... Basically, it can be anything which can make us put its importance first before God's. God wants us to carry light stuff. Meaning to say that God does not want us to concentrate too much on those worldly things, HE wants our attention too!"&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I didn't only twist a word or two, I twisted almost every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again! It HIT ME! Let me confess...I have been concentrating on my studies way overlimit - especially during the exams when I needed God the most. It just has been too much. I overtired myself. And the one thing that saddens me the most is that now I feel so far away from God. My backpack is overloaded. I so badly want to throw away some stuff, but I just can't. In the beginning, I really thought that I was finally being on the right track - which is concentrating on my education. I really thought that I would be able to grab that bright future I had been aiming for so long. But now... A change. I have finally come to a realization that &lt;em&gt;My Future&lt;/em&gt; is fully in God's Hands. No matter how hard I study, If God does not want me to be an engineer, I will not be one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Have you checked out your &lt;em&gt;backpack &lt;/em&gt;yet? Is it overloaded?&lt;br /&gt;Let us throw away those worldly burdens from our backpack. God once said that He COULD carry or even eliminates those burdens for you... When I was little, my mom used to say "Nduk (Kiddo), take off your heavy backpack, don't carry it with you all the time, it'll hurt your back. (Pointing to a chair) Just think of this chair as God, He's there to eliminate our burdens... Put your backpack here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-7865897931759742008?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/7865897931759742008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=7865897931759742008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/7865897931759742008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/7865897931759742008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-heavy-is-your-backpack.html' title='How Heavy is Your &apos;Backpack&apos;?'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-1549312656484743849</id><published>2008-08-01T20:16:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:43:09.114+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Bet You Don&apos;t Know Why'/><title type='text'>I Bet You Don't Know Why (1)</title><content type='html'>I BET YOU DON'T KNOW WHY (episode 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could a pingpong ball float and stay in its position above a blowing hairdryer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa bola ping-pong gak mental-mental pas ditaro diatas hairdryer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJMOnCgkUyI/AAAAAAAAABE/oIK1m_QP5ks/s1600-h/13737w_steven_connor_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229539656158434082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJMOnCgkUyI/AAAAAAAAABE/oIK1m_QP5ks/s320/13737w_steven_connor_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you figured it out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to Michael The Child Prodigy... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That ball can remain in that position since the &lt;em&gt;hot air&lt;/em&gt; blown from the hairdryer creates &lt;em&gt;low pressure areas &lt;/em&gt;around the ball, due to that, &lt;em&gt;high pressure&lt;/em&gt; produced by &lt;em&gt;cold air&lt;/em&gt; from the surroundings pressurizes the ball to stay on its place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Supporting that answer... According to me, another factor which keeps the ball floating in place is the shape of the ball. The 3D circular shape of the ball cause it to be aerodynamic allowing the ball to be more balanced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's broaden our knowledge! hehehe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-1549312656484743849?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/1549312656484743849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=1549312656484743849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1549312656484743849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1549312656484743849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-bet-you-dont-know-why-1.html' title='I Bet You Don&apos;t Know Why (1)'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJMOnCgkUyI/AAAAAAAAABE/oIK1m_QP5ks/s72-c/13737w_steven_connor_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-1334315835940370828</id><published>2008-08-01T16:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:59:55.355+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Proactive : Fill The Bucket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proactive&lt;/span&gt; VS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reactive&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a discerning difference between the two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proactive&lt;/span&gt; person would tend to say... "Yes, no problem" "I would love to do that" "Sure I can"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reactive&lt;/span&gt; person would say "No, I don't think I can" "Maybe later" "I can't do it" and the list continues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fill The Bucket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidentally,this morning, Mr Gary was preaching about something quite related to above topic, which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Filling The Bucket&lt;/span&gt;. A doctor or someone believes that there is an invisible bucket inside every single human being.  Words of encouragement and positive attitude is the "water" which can fill the bucket. In the other hand, negative attitude and discouragement dip off the water out of the bucket. A person whose bucket is empty is the kind of person who can not share, while someone whose bucket is full or even overflows are the ones who can share their love and be blessings to others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the worst case scenario is being a hole in others' or even in our own buckets. Hatred, worry, stress, revenge, and those disheartening stuff are responsible for each and every hole we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kind of hit me since I quite often say discouraging words to my friends although I actually never mean it. I am a very straightforward and spontaneous person. I say what I want to say most of the time even without thinking -the good thing is that it's the truth. But now, I have finally realized that what i've been doing all this time might have hurt people's feelings, and being notorious because of it is surely the last thing in my I-Want-To-Be list and as well the first in my I-Don't-Want-To-Be list...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helping people and saying "I would love to do that, no problem!" -notwithstanding how miserable your situation is- would definitely fill our and their buckets. There's no harm and there's no foul in doing so. And I firmly believe that there are plenty of other ways in which we can fill those supposed-to-be-full buckets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, without further a do... Let's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;be proactive&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; each other's buckets&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it will bring us a step closer to a place where there will be no tears and sorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-1334315835940370828?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/1334315835940370828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=1334315835940370828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1334315835940370828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/1334315835940370828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2008/08/proactive-or-reactive.html' title='Proactive : Fill The Bucket'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-3653124160496167906</id><published>2008-07-31T22:08:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:47:02.721+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Do It With Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;, something people at our age are searching for. Some have found it and succeeded. But some... have not really found it, and still... success is still there in the grip of their hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passion&lt;/span&gt;, a noun that most probably determines our major in college, our occupation, our character, our friends, our hobby, and basically our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Once a wise man said..."Are you doing it because of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cash&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt;, or is it really your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today. 8.30 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During english class, a phrase caught my attention - "Vocation or Profession". Now, you may wonder what vocation means. Vocation is defined as "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a regular occupation, especially one for which a person is suited or qualified"&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;answers.com &lt;/span&gt;would say. If you're a teacher but you don't love teaching means that teaching is not your vocation and it's just your profession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing your job with passion is more than just doing your job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing something with passion always results in a greater outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion gives you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the skill&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the mind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the spirit, the happiness and most importantly... the peace of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So people, have you found your vocation? or have you even discovered what your passion is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion is there, deep inside you, what you need to do is just to dig and dig deeper. Find the gold, and prosperous your life is forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every person may have different ways of finding their own passion. But one thing for sure is to explore every different subjects or fields in life as much as you can while you're still young, energetic, creative, and especially while you still have plenty of time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the lesson that I learned today, which is to find my passion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another which I also learned is that there is always a new lesson which you can learn each and every single day, which will eventually bring you closer to that place where there will be no tears and sorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hanna Christina Sondakh...Do it with passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-3653124160496167906?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/3653124160496167906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=3653124160496167906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/3653124160496167906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/3653124160496167906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-it-with-passion.html' title='Do It With Passion'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2281276567137636140.post-3343286293842097920</id><published>2008-07-30T14:43:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:28:14.679+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><title type='text'>Just Wait and See</title><content type='html'>Hi ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who actually inspired me to create my own blog was Nia - who wrote the touching article "One In A Million". Thanks to you, nia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have kind of started writing on my birthday - 3 months ago. That day was one of the most important day in my life since I HAD TO decide whether or not i'm going to continue my study in Singapore- this decision is so important for me since I believe that it will be the turning point of my life. Making the wrong decision would most probably ruin my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, God gave me the &lt;strong&gt;best present&lt;/strong&gt; I could had ever imagined. It was the &lt;strong&gt;answer to my biggest question - &lt;/strong&gt;it was as if God talked to me - "YES KIDDO, YOU ARE GOING TO SINGAPORE". Due to this "INCIDENT", I decided to write down what happened so that I can always recall how it felt. But somehow, i kinda got addicted to it, and continued to write ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, pretaining to the answered prayer... you know, it's not easy to maintain your faith while waiting for an answer from God - Lucky you, if God answers your prayer ASAP. I waited for mine for more than a year. Not easy for me since God answered all my other prayer EXCEPT THAT ONE, it made me worry a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In matthew (if i'm not mistaken) God says that, "Ask for it, and it will be given to you. Knock my door, and I will open it for you." but God DOES NOT SAY " Ask for it, and it will be given to you &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt;. Knock my door, and I will open it for you &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you need to do is to wait, wait, wait, and pray, pray, pray. Don't worry because GOD is never too late, he is always right on time in giving you the answers. After God answers, all the wait will seem to be worth it, have my word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(During the wait, you may encounter problems. However, always look at the bright side, it's either that &lt;strong&gt;problem may help you to decide&lt;/strong&gt; or that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;problem may bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer you wait for wine to be fermented, the better it will taste -I made it myself, sorry for any grammatical error.&lt;br /&gt;Me myself would interpret it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The longer you wait for a prayer to be answered, the more blessed you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog, enjoy, and be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna - Do It With Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: sorry for any grammatical error or misuse of vocab, still learning how to write in English...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2281276567137636140-3343286293842097920?l=hannche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/feeds/3343286293842097920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2281276567137636140&amp;postID=3343286293842097920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/3343286293842097920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2281276567137636140/posts/default/3343286293842097920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannche.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-wait-and-see.html' title='Just Wait and See'/><author><name>Hannche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16670907102741706533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_G8PQdob6MEQ/SJBqeKrQoLI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zpij6ePDIfM/S220/Do+It+with+Passion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
