<?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-2896838533104427316</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:10:29.844-07:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='exam'/><category term='daily'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='obsession'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Indonesia'/><category term='nation'/><category term='BNEC'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='politics'/><category term='studies'/><category term='party'/><category term='grief'/><category term='love'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='work'/><category term='routine'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Oro et Vici</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-69380752460243332</id><published>2010-03-30T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:37:16.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a sunny day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The slum area was as hot as usual. The house was small, by no means luxurious. The husband was away, while the wife was at home, pregnant with a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been 8 months, perhaps 8 months and a half, since she knew she will one day give birth to another human being for the world. It also has been that long she has not stopped praying for the future of the child, so that this child may not share the same future of the parents’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fourteen days passed and the child was finally born to this world with the cost of his mother’s life, fulfilling her final wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Honey, he should be named Raymond…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thus, the little boy was named Raymond. His father at first blamed him for the death of his love, but he began to realize that pointing fingers will not solve anything. An uneducated trash scavenger he might be, but he knows what is simply wrong to do in this world- including blaming people for mistakes they didn’t do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, as he brought the little guy along with him in his scavenging trip, the infant started crying. He was crying very loudly the father panicked and didn’t know exactly what to do. Was he hungry? Was he sick? Was he feeling uncomfortable? The father finally concluded that the baby was hungry. He began searching for food nearby, but he couldn’t find anything- not even leftovers usually scattered all around the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All he could get his hands on was this big white chunk of Styrofoam. Getting more and more desperate since little Raymond kept on crying and crying, he immediately carved an ice cream toy out of it and tried to divert the baby’s attention. Surprisingly, the little guy started smiling and stopped crying. The father sighed in relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ice cream, eh…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nine Years Later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I heard that story a few days ago from Dad. He said that he didn’t blame me for everything that happened with Mom, whose face I’ve never even seen before… well maybe except from photos, and those photos are really blurry I couldn’t quite figure how she looks like. Well, Dad said that I inherited my crimson eyes directly from her, but aside the eyes I look roughly a mixture of both of my parents’ physical features.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a sunny day. The slums are hot as usual; sweat has been rolling nonstop from my cheeks down to my chin. This is already the third time Dad asked me out on a scavenging trip, and I sort of understand why our family is so poor. We couldn’t afford much but, although I sometimes wished we have a better life, I’m grateful for everything we have now. Especially Dad, he’s the best father ever! He’d tell me stories before I go to sleep and always joke around with me during some of the harshest times. He’d protect me from all kinds of harm, from stray dogs to sharp objects. He’s also the best doctor ever; once I got a high fever and he gave me a lot of water to drink and a cold towel on my forehead, and the next morning I already felt better. But I guess the best thing about Dad is that he had always kept me dreaming of a better future. He wasn’t ashamed to say that his job as a scavenger is not a good job, and he wants me to do something better than that. He made me read those books he picked up on the trash starting from Mathematics, History, English and also Science. Dad somehow believed that knowledge is the key to everything, which I still don’t get… how, by knowing much, would you get money? Still, I just don’t want to let him down, so I did what he asked me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, during one of our trips, I saw something that I couldn’t take me eyes off of. The vague memory in my head from my childhood suddenly started to take form; I had seen this thing before somewhere…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Get your ice cream here!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The small van looked colorful. It was really enticing, and for a moment I spaced out thinking about what could be inside the van. Some kids about my age started to surround the van, asking this and that. One of them looks really fat, with fancy clothes and a… is that a watch? Yeah, a watch is strapped around his right wrist. It looks like he led this group of other kids, all fearing him like he’s some sort of boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As the crowd became smaller, that kid caught me in the eyes. He suddenly started to approach me and I only stood still. When I realized that he’s going in my direction, it was too late for me to run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hey, you!” his voice was loud and scary. It’s almost obvious now why the other kids are afraid of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Y-yeah?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You see this?” he showed to me his chocolate ice cream stick and I had to fight the urge to grab it and sprint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yes, so?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You want it?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is this a trick question? Is he really going to give me the ice cream? I was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hey, you’re not mute, right? Answer me!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, I want it.” I tried my hardest not to show any sign of hunger or desperation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, bad news! You’re not going to get it! It’s mine!” he boomed in laughter. “Do you really think I’ll give it to you? Not a chance, dirty kid! Let’s go, guys!” the little gang left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn’t know why, but at that time I felt overwhelmingly sad, and tears started flowing from my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Stupid… don’t… cry…” I had to say this to myself. I didn’t want to cry just because of a stupid thing like ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hey, are you okay?” I heard a man’s voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“H-huh?” I looked up, my vision still blurred by the tears. I didn’t recognize him at first, but he’s the ice cream guy at the van. The brown hair, glasses, and his goatee made him really noticeable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Are you okay, son?” he asked me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, I guess,” I rubbed the tears off my eyes. “I should be going,” I said, turning away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, I saw the whole thing with the fat kid,” he said and I stopped at my tracks. “He’s a nasty one, that guy. You know what, here’s something to cheer you up,” he smiled and handed me a packed chocolate ice cream stick, exactly the same with the one that kid used to tease me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any money to…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Just take it,” he said. “I don’t know why, but I saw something in your eyes that tells me you’ll make a good ice cream maker one day. As to where did that thought come from, I have no idea,” he laughed. “What’s your name, kid?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Uh… Raymond.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Raymond… nice name you have there. Well, I have to go now, Ray! See you when I see you!” he winked and left me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn’t quite believe what just happened, but now I’m holding this stick of ice cream, and somehow that’s all that matters now. I unpacked it, took out the ice cream and, after staring at it in awe for a few seconds, tasted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Original Idea  &lt;i&gt;Vedro El Citra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Written By  &lt;i&gt;Chris Zhou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mind went blank, but not exactly that blank. I savored the feeling; the coldness, the melting sensation, the milk, all combined into a serving of delight. The chocolate adds the contradictive pleasure, being bitter and sweet at the same time. I tried to eat as slowly as possible, not wanting this feeling to end anytime soon. Still, all which starts must end; the ice cream finally vanished in a matter of minutes. My stomach and tongue protested in demand for more, but I know that I actually couldn’t afford another one, the previous being given to me for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I went back I saw Dad and he asked me how my day went. I was too happy about the ice cream to explain it shortly I ended up rambling for 30 minutes just to describe the melting sensation. He only smiled when he saw me trying to find the right words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“By the way, Ray, who gave you that ice cream?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“It was the ice cream guy in the van! He was so kind!” I smiled wide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Van? What van?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“The ice cream van! You know, the one that goes around the town!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad looked puzzled. “Can you tell me how it looks like?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well it was colorful; there were two big stripes of red and orange dots all over the car. If I’m not mistaken there was one big letter also on the van…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad’s expressions suddenly changed. “Was it possibly a big T?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hey, that’s right, Dad! How did you know?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He smiled. “You’re really lucky, son. That T stands for &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;, one of the top manufacturers of ice cream. People say that &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;is in fact the best in not only in our town, but also across the country. That might also explain why the price of the products is rather expensive.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Really? Wow…” I said, feeling half surprised, half expecting the ice cream to be that expensive since it tasted heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yep, &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;puts passion to their work, making sure that each pack has equal quality. Nothing misses their eyes.” Dad smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“How do you know so much about them, Dad?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well Ray, I happen to enjoy ice creams as much as you do!” he laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dreamed about having so much ice cream around me and I eat and eat until I can’t eat anymore. It was a pleasant dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can’t really shake my mind off the ice cream thing, so today I decided to visit the same place where the ice cream van was yesterday. Well, if I’m lucky enough…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ice cream van was going steady, and as the van guy looked into the rear mirror, he caught me off guard. Oh, crap! I tried to run for it, but he already stopped the car and was heading to my direction. Man, this isn’t going to be good…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hey, you’re Ray, right? What are you doing there?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My left hand holding the garbage bin lid and the right hand holding some leftover ice cream pack, I didn’t really know what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Don’t tell me you’re…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I-I… I was scavenging. I do this for a living.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Thank God! W-well not that I’m thanking God for you being a scavenger or anything, but for a second there I thought you’re going to eat that…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Uh, yeah, I was planning to do just that…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Oh no, you can’t do that! What if you get sick?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, I eat almost anything I can find in the trash, and I’ve got quite good at picking the right stuff to eat,” I said, actually confused as to why he cared about what I eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You know what, let’s get a place to sit and I’ll get you something.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn’t know why I followed that man, but at that time I felt that I could believe him. He led me back to the van and as we sat down, he offered me a pack of ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m sorry, but this is all I have in this van,” he smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Why are you doing this?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it’s quite ungrateful for me to say something like that after actually being given another free ice cream, but I needed to know what’s behind his actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Quite paranoid are we, now?” he laughed. “I guess that’s normal. Well, as I said yesterday I saw a glimmer of ice cream in your eyes. Feel free to laugh, but I’m the type of person that simply does what I believe is right to do,” he smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Glimmer of… ice cream?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, somehow I feel that you have something special when it comes down to ice cream. Hey, you know what, let’s try it right now!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He returned the pack, and took out another pack which is even more colorful. “Catch!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I caught it and unpacked it quickly. The color of the ice cream was yellowish, and it smells quite funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Most people don’t know what the flavor of this ice cream is before looking at the catalogue. Let’s see whether you know,” he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I gave it a try. A sharp sensation hit my tongue, followed with an overwhelming sweetness. The taste was also a bit sour, so I concluded that this must be a fruit flavored ice cream. Although mixed with milk, this taste doesn’t seem too strange to my tongue…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Is this… banana?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Bingo! Good job, kiddo. I doubted you’d get it right, but it looks like you have sharp senses there!” he laughed again. This man is really cheerful, apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Banana makes good flavor for ice cream, but why add too much sugar?” I asked. I can’t help but to notice how overly sweet it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Eh? Too much sugar?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, this is too sweet. I think banana is already sweet enough, especially if people are looking for the bananas inside this ice cream.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Really?” he looked at the package and started reading the ingredients. “Well, it is indeed true that this particular ice cream flavor has been getting mixed reviews from the consumers. Some say that it’s too sweet it actually covers the flavor of the banana.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, and the smell was also funny. I didn’t notice at first, but it smelled like lemon instead of banana.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Wow, your senses aren’t just good, they’re amazing! Yeah, the company decided to spray some lemon essence because to some the smell of banana could be overwhelming.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Why did they do that? Don’t people who buy a certain flavor definitely like that certain flavor?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my surprise, I started discussing about the ice cream flavors with him, I totally forgot about the scavenging that I had to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ray, I have to go now. My shift is over now, but you can find me again here at the same time tomorrow. Hey, you know what?” he asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Uh, what?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Why don’t you work for me?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Me? Working for you?” I couldn’t quite believe my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yep, I’ll pay you per hour and I’ll throw in a free ice cream every day. Well, how about it?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This seemed too good to be true. “What’s in it for you?” I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’ll be honest with you, kid- your senses amaze me, and I want to know more about this ability of yours.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Uh…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, just give it a thought. If you’re interested, be here at 3 PM. Off you go now, I have to drive this thing somewhere else!” he laughed and opened the door of the van.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was about to go out when I realized something. “Um…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yes?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I haven’t known your name…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“That’s right, you haven’t known my name, and I most certainly don’t want to be called the Ice Cream Van Guy,” he laughed. “You can call me Vedro.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Okay, Mr. Vedro.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Nah, just call me Vedro or Ved without the mister. I don’t like titles,” he chuckled. “Now you really have to get going!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I left the van, he hit on the gas pedal and vanished in a matter of minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me… working in an ice cream van… paid per hour… free ice cream… I think I need to sit down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You’re here!” Ved smiled as he saw me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I talked about it with Dad yesterday and, to my surprise, he doesn’t mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You seem to like ice cream so much, so go for it. Besides, you’re going to get paid anyways, right? This will also help you to know more about this world other than just scavenging.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“But you’re really okay with this, Dad?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Duh, sure!” he laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, if you say so, Dad…” I said, although I couldn’t help but to feel happy whenever I remember the offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ved quickly showed me around the van.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Now, the thing with ice cream vans is that sometimes kids could surround the van, and they get bored while I have to get them the flavors they want back and forth myself. To make it worse, some of these bored kids actually leave. So what I need you to do now is to help me by passing me the right ice cream flavor, hopefully doubling the speed of service. You understand me so far?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yep,” I nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Now I have made certain codes for the ice cream flavors, since I’m thinking of getting an assistant recently. But since I have you here now, let’s go over the codes right now.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He showed me a list of codes, mostly initials of the flavor like C for Chocolate and B for Banana, but since the van has multiple ice creams that have the same initials like Chocolate and Cherry, he put C1 for Chocolate and C2 for Cherry. The different types also made it more difficult, because there are ones that go on a stick, the ones in a cup and also the cone ice cream ones. The letter coding wasn’t that complicated, but it’ll take same time getting used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Try to memorize all of them by heart, because on certain days things could get quite rough here,” he said in a more serious tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’ll do my best,” my eyes quickly re-scanned the list and I started cramming as many codes as I could into my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, are you ready? There’s no turning back when I start turning on this speaker…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took a deep breath. “Yeah, let’s do this!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Alright, that’s the spirit! Here we go!” he turned a switch and all of a sudden the jingle of &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt; started playing loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;TABIDUS~ THE BEST ICE CREAM IN TOWN~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon hearing the ear catchy tune, kids began to come from all directions. They come one by one or in small groups, but it only takes about twenty minutes until the van’s already crowded with kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;GET YOUR ICE CREAM HERE! ONLY IN TABIDUS~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“C1S!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I looked at the list, searched the freezer and passed a chocolate ice cream stick to Ved. He seemed so busy he doesn’t even have time to say anything else other than quickly shouting more and more codes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“VCO, C2C!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This means a vanilla in a cone and a cherry in a cup. I passed the two packages to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“SCO!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It keeps going on for about an hour, but the crowd gradually decreased. When the time shows 6 PM, only a few kids are left. The selling finally ends at 6.30 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Phew, that wasn’t too bad. Good job for a first-timer, kid!” Ved smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must say that this kind of fast-paced job is completely different with my daily scavenging activities, so I was a bit slow. My eyes are trained to differentiate items, but this will definitely take some time getting used to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, but I need more training…” I mumbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ved laughed. “Well, we’ll take care of that later. But for now, enjoy your salary and ice cream. Catch!” he threw me some money and an ice cream cup. I caught the two things, and quickly checked the ice cream first. As I opened the package, a sweet smell leaked out and all I could think of was to taste it immediately, and so I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You know, this vanilla ice cream is even better than the previous two &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;ice cream I ate before!” I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, the company puts pride in all their ice cream flavors, but if there is one that they’re really proud of is their vanilla taste.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Can’t argue with that…” I continued eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is the point where everything began for me and my ice cream journey. Everyday Ved would wait for me at the same place at 3 PM, and we’ll face waves of kids together for about three hours, sometimes three hours and a half. Also, for every ice cream I tasted, I made sure to note down the characteristics I felt special about that certain flavor. I also found an old ice cream maker in the back of the van, and I decided to give it a churn after I got Ved’s permission. With it in my arsenal, I got myself a new hobby other than just tasting and noting things: mixing! I tried to mix certain kinds of flavors like chocolate with strawberry or vanilla with banana. I deduced that the main starting point of ice cream flavors was the Neapolitan combination: chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry. The classic mixture also has the highest selling point with the children, and it’s also the easiest to tinker with. Still, the &lt;i&gt;Tabidus Neapolitan &lt;/i&gt;was missing something, but I couldn’t quite get my hand on it…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I knew it, it’s been three months since I worked with Ved in the van. I now don’t only remember all the codes, but I also now make ice cream at my spare time, sometimes trying new flavors based on certain fruits I see interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a fine Sunday when I decided to visit Chinatown for a change. Dad was resting at home after the small incident involving a stray dog and a metal stick broken to pieces, but he insisted that I should go out. So here I am, doing nothing much but looking at the hustle and bustle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With nothing much to do, I finally decided to visit the grocery store to look for some fresh fruits for Dad. As I went around the store, I caught a glimpse of canned fruits. It wasn’t really interesting, but a certain fruit got my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jack… fruit? Jackfruit? What kind of fruit is that? I looked at the can and read the description: “Cheap imported jackfruit for daily use! A tender and crunchy texture will leave you wanting more!”  I had to process that for a moment. Tender and crunchy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The price was 2 dollars per can, so I thought I’d grab two cans with me. After getting a couple of apples with me, I decided to head home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I arrived home, I opened the cans and I almost fainted from the smell; it was overwhelming. Still, as I tried it, the descriptions apparently wasn’t lying about the texture of this fruit. This fruit is very starchy and fibrous, but I could see it tender if prepared in the right way. Well, the first thing that popped in my mind was how to make an ice cream out of this. My first thought was to just blend the fruit and extract the essence and then make ice cream out of it as usual, so I took out the ice cream maker I borrowed from Ved and started working. I already picked up a used blender a few days ago and apparently it’s still working, so I gave it a whirl and then put the whole thing in the ice cream maker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After it’s done, I gave it a taste… and it was weird. It wasn’t nearly as good as its raw form, so this one’s definitely a failure. Maybe I have to mix this what other flavors? I tried to combine it with some of the ice cream stock I had. I tried vanilla, but the result was too sweet; I can stand the sweetness, but I don’t think most people can, judging from my experience of selling ice cream. I also tried blueberry, thinking that perhaps a mixture of fruit flavors would be good, but the only thing it did was ruining the flavor of both fruits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was on the verge of letting this one slip when I saw a cup of chocolate ice cream sitting idly. Yeah, right… mixing chocolate with fruits? Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After churning for a while, I finally ended up with a cup of chocolate jackfruit ice cream. Since the color was very dark brown, I wasn’t even enthusiastic about this. I was ready to give this one up too judging from my previous failures, so I wasn’t expecting much when I took a spoonful…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wait… this is good! I tried another spoonful. It’s really good! I quickly looked at the pack of chocolate ice cream I just used. It was dark chocolate, namely Night Bliss from &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;. This product wasn’t even that popular, how on earth…?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then everything became clear. Night Bliss wasn’t popular because, for some people, it’s too bitter. But when I combined jackfruit with this, it gives the sweetness that it needed, plus giving that fresh fruit aroma that everybody loves. Ideas sprang to my mind immediately on how to make this hybrid flavor even better, and I rushed to retrieve my notes and started writing…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day, as usual I found the cheerful Ved for our work on the van. I was eager to show him my new ice cream recipe, since I know he’s experienced at this. So after work, I gave him a cup to taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“This isn’t by any chance poisonous, right?” he asked with a skeptical expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah right, like I’d poison someone who gave me work and everything!” I said, half-laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He chuckled. “Just kidding, Ray. Here we go now…” he gave it a taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“How was it?” I asked in anxiously. “This is my first time making something like this, so if there’s anything please tell me honestly. Just be blunt, it’s okay, I won’t be mad or anything. I’m still…” I wanted to continue but Ved raised his hand asking me to be quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“This is… what do you make this from?” he asked, his expression unfathomable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Jackfruit… it’s made from jackfruit and dark chocolate. I also put in small pieces of jackfruit to strengthen the flavor as well as giving something to chew on. I wanted to preserve the rough flesh of the fruit.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Do you have a name for this particular flavor?” he asked again, his face still unreadable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I thought about it all night, but I found the name that I think should be good this morning. I named it Black Jack,” I smiled nervously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Raymond…” Ved spoke very slowly and seriously, as if I just murdered someone “…you’re a GENIUS! This ice cream tasted amazing! The balance between the dark chocolate and this whatsoever jackfruit is just perfect; the dark chocolate did well in covering the aroma of the fruit, and the fruit sweetened the chocolate, completely erasing the weakness. This is one amazing flavor you’ve just created, Ray!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to say something like thank you, but I was left dumbfounded since I was overjoyed that Ved would compliment me that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hello, earth to Ray?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ah, yeah, Ray here!” I automatically shouted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“No need to yell, kid!” Ved laughed. “You know, keep working on your ice cream making skills. You have huge potential!” he smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“T-thank you very much, Ved! This is only a first attempt, and I’m definitely planning on making more flavors,” I said with a wide smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You’re welcome and good luck! Still, don’t forget that you’re still working for me, so no making ice creams on duty!” he laughed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I laughed with him. “Yes sir, no making ice creams on duty.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was about to leave, Ved asked if I brought more samples of Black Jack. I gave him all I made yesterday but when I asked him what for, he only winked and said, “I’m going to have this accompany my midnight TV.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, time to go home now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hey, sis!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“How’s the van drive, Ved?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Oh, it was crowded as usual. The company sure is thriving, you know!” Vedro said with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gabrielle smiled at her younger brother and said, “If only you’d take part in it.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“But I am taking part in it- I drive a van to sell the ice cream to children,” he said, trying hard not to sound dismissive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“No, silly… I’m talking about real participation. Not just by being some sort of van driver, but up there with me in the Executive Board.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You know I don’t do those kinds of things, Elle.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You’ve never even tried!” she said, a bit annoyed. “We made &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;start and now you’re driving a four-wheeled box selling cups and cones… it just doesn’t make sense, Ved.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, it doesn’t have to make any sense, then. I’m happy with what I do right now, okay?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elle sighed. “One day you’ll see that you’re much better off up here than down there, you hear me?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, yeah…” Ved proceeded straight to his bedroom, bringing a bag of ice cream with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ved, wait a second.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ved stopped. “Now what?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What’s that?” she pointed to the paper bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Oh, this? I hired an assistant, remember? Apparently Raymond, the little guy, is quite good; he made a new flavor of ice cream that I find amazing for his level. Ray made something wonderful out of the not-so-blissful Night Bliss,” he chuckled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What flavor?” Elle reacted quite defensively. She takes pride in her ice cream team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Dark chocolate with jackfruit. The kid named it Black Jack, and quite a fancy name it is, just like the taste.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Jackfruit? What fruit is that?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I have no idea, but it looks like he got it from Chinatown. Well, they do sell a lot of strange fruits there…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ved, can you leave a cup for me?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, sure… I’ll put it in the kitchen. I’m off for some sleep!” he left for his bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elle checked the small ice cream cup that Ved left in the kitchen. The color wasn’t appetizing and neither was the smell, but Ved said that this tasted amazing. He must be losing his senses after working for a year already in that van, she thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But when she gave a taste, she had to pause for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“This…” she took another spoonful, and another, and another… and she finally finished the small cup. As much as she hates to admit, her brother was right; this so-called Black Jack was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later that evening, she made a phone call to her personal assistant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hello, good evening.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Good evening. This is Gabrielle. Assemble the researchers at the company tomorrow morning at 9 AM. I’d like to have a word with them.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yes ma’am. Is there anything else?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“…I guess that’s it for now. I’ll contact you if there’s any further change of plans. Good evening.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Good evening.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elle flipped her cell phone, hanging up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one is going to know. Vedro will not mind; at any rate, this is all for the sake of the company.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uh, what time is this? It’s really bright outside. I took a glance to the clock, and saw the short hand of clock pointing to 12… Twelve? Twelve in the day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad was already up and about scavenging in the usual parts of the town. I rushed to catch up with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Dad, sorry!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I don’t like the idea of you waking up this late, but since you seem really exhausted yesterday I’ll let this one slip,” he said, with a stern look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, I’m really sorry about this one. I won’t repeat it, I promise.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Good. How’s your ice cream work going?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, it’s been three months, and I’m gaining steady money from it.” I smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m glad to hear that. How’s that guy- Vedro, if I’m not mistaken? How’s he treating you?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“He’s been a great supervisor! I learned so many things from him.” I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“It seems that everything is going well with your work, Ray. Just remember to always do your best in whatever you do, you hear me?” he said with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Roger!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We did what we usually do every day, and without notice, it was 3 PM already. Time sure flies when you’re busy. I said goodbye to Dad and went to the usual spot where Ved drives his van every day. To my surprise, Ved didn’t show up. Sometimes you could hear the &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;jingle around, but I didn’t hear anything around the place where we usually work. Some children are already even there, waiting for the ‘ice cream car’ to come, but Ved did not come. I waited for a couple more hours, but apparently Ved is really not showing up today, so I decided to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the next few days, Ved didn’t show up too. I was puzzled; he had never acted this way before. I tried asking Dad once if he had ever seen a &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;van driven by a guy with glasses and brown hair, and he also said that it’s as if the van suddenly disappeared without a trace for the last few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One week passed, and I still go to the same place every 3 PM, hoping that nothing’s wrong with Ved. As I wait, I heard that familiar jingle I haven’t heard for too long now…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;TABIDUS~ THE BEST ICE CREAM IN TOWN~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hurried to the van; the only thing in my mind was to interrogate Ved for not showing up this past week. When I finally approached that van, the driver’s door opened and I was astonished. It wasn’t Ved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Want some ice cream, kid?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Uh, no, but what happened to the previous driver?” I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Sorry? What previous driver?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You know, Ved? Vedro, that’s his name. What’s with him?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“As far as I can remember, I have been driving this van for years. There was no driver called Vedro.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You’re joking, right? Vedro! The guy with brown hair, red-rimmed glasses, and a goatee! I’ve been working for him since three months ago!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m sorry, kid, but there was never any Vedro, even on the list of my substitute drivers.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You’re lying. Where is he?” I couldn’t believe all of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“There is no Vedro. Now if you’re not going to buy any ice cream, please move. Some of the kids are already heading here.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw a bunch of kids whom already noticed the van and started running to my direction. This is just stupid, really stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As if the disappearance of Ved wasn’t enough, while I slowly move away from the van, I heard that guy’s voice from a loudspeaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Welcome! Get your ice cream here! The newest entry from &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;: Black Jack! The best chocolate ice cream mixed with the tropical jackfruit! For this special release promo, we’ll give you your 21! Buy 2 and get 1 for free!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldn’t quite believe my ears. I turned to face the van and I saw the new ice cream from &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;, my idea being put up there without asking any permission from the maker! They even used the name I thought up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without thinking anything else, I ran. I ran away as fast as I could. I’ve never been this freaked out before in my entire life, but all I could think of was making a cup of simple chocolate ice cream to eat. My tears started falling automatically, but that’s pretty much the least I care of right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I arrived at home half-crying, half-furious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Son, are you okay? Ray?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I-I…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What happened to you? Why are you crying?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“V-Ved… i-i-ice cream… my i-idea…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And before I knew it, I began crying very hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took me two hours to finally calm down. I finally told everything to Dad, and he listened intently without cutting in, which is good because I don’t feel like telling the story twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“So now Vedro is nowhere to be found and your idea has been stolen by &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, there has to be an explanation why that Vedro guy would suddenly disappear. As for the stolen idea, just let it go, Ray.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I nodded again at the first statement, but I couldn’t believe what Dad said about the stolen idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“W-Why?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“So your idea is stolen, but what can we do?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Report them to the police! They stole my idea!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“And will the police believe you even if you tell them?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sat in silence. They have to believe me, it’s my idea… they just have to…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Look, Ray, this is how the world goes. The rich has the power to do whatever they want, including using somebody else’s idea for their own profit. If we don’t have enough money, then we can’t do anything about it. You can make more recipes, right? If you feel hurt that they use your idea, then just focus on making ice cream better than that one! That’s pretty much what we can do…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I didn’t want to listen to Dad but I had to admit that, to an extent, he was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Let it go, Ray. As for the matter of Vedro, I will look for him. I’ve been through all the parts of this city; I’ll find him in no time!” he smiled. “Now smile for me a bit, will you? You look awful when you frown.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad’s voice could always ease my sadness, and so I finally smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“There you go! Now let’s just do the usual thing we do every day, okay?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“No, I don’t feel like doing it today…” I was still too shocked to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Oh well, if you feel like joining me then come to the usual spot, okay? I’ll be waiting for you.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After saying that Dad headed outside and suddenly I got a slight chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Dad?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yes, Ray?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Be careful out there.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He chuckled. “Thanks, son. See you in a while.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three hours later, I decided to join Dad. It’s unfair to leave him alone with the scavenging stuff, and I believe everything is going to be fine. When I arrived at the usual spot, I saw an odd crowd busy chattering. I inadvertently heard them talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What’s going on?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“A car accident happened just now. Too bad the car ran away before anyone could remember the number plate or anything important. The unlucky guy is almost dead, from the looks of it… tough luck for some scavengers.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart skipped a beat and I rushed inside the crowd. To my horror, I recognized the person who’s been hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“D-dad…?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad coughed, lying down in a puddle of his own blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Dad!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ray…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Y-you’ll be fine, Dad! I’ll take you to the hospital now!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“N-no, Ray…” he smiled. Why is he smiling? Why? “I feel as if this is already time…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“NO, THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS ALREADY TIME!” I yelled at him. Stupid Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ray, listen to me… you have to be strong…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“YOU LISTEN TO ME, DAD! We’re going to go to the hospital and that’s that!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Shut up, Ray, and just give me time to talk, would you?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I-I…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ray, do what makes you happy. I’ve been having you accompany me scavenging for nine years now, but I know you find ice cream to be your passion. So do it well… if there’s one thing people love in food, it’s the emotional experience that they get when they eat. The same goes for ice cream… make… people… happy…” his voice began to falter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“D-dad? What emotional experience?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No reply ever came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day afterwards was cloudy and cold. I crouched alone in front of my father’s tombstone, trying hard not to cry. I must be strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m sorry about your father.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A familiar voice came from behind me. Vedro was standing behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, me.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stood up slowly. I’m actually surprised at my own composure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You disappear just like that and now you appear again. What do you want?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I… I wanted to say sorry.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Sorry about what? Sorry for suddenly vanishing? Sorry for stealing my idea?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, all that, but…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m going.” I headed for the exit of the graveyard. To hell with all of this; I don’t care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ray, wait!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was about to run if only he didn’t mention something that made me have to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I have an offer for you!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What offer?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I can only tell you about the offer if we sit down somewhere, so will you join me?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was silent for a while. “Fine.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We sat down in a park. It seemed like an eternity since I’ve talked with Ved, but he hasn’t changed a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well the story’s quite long, but feel free to interrupt me anytime if you want to.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Just start…” I said weakly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Okay then.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He told me about how he had helped starting &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;with his sister and I was quite shocked, since Ved doesn’t really look like the type to be able to accomplish anything that big. He also told me about how this sister of his has been quite persistent in asking him to join the ranks of the executives in the company, but he kept on rejecting the offer. He said he was much happier on the road, meeting children and sharing happiness. He chuckled as he explained how his sister is a very ambitious person about this whole ice cream business, and how she single-handedly made &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;one of the most successful of its kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“So yeah, sometimes she crosses all kinds of lines. This is also where I’m at fault, since I forgot about all this and left your Black Jack in her hands…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“And she stole it.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, she took your idea and mass produced it as the newest entry of &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Even the name…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, even the name,” he said in a repulsed tone. “I’ve seen her do many things for the company, but this one’s downright theft. I couldn’t stand this, not when I know you’re brimming with potential. This is why I wanted to make you an offer. Work for me, but not as an assistant- I want you to work for me as head ice cream maker in a company that I will start this month. Everything’s already going fine, and all we need right now is an ice cream maker!” he ended his proposal with a wide smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I smiled, but I could only say, “Well, I don’t care anymore, Ved.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What do you mean you don’t care? Ice cream had always been a big part of your life!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I-I’m just a kid, alright! I’ve had enough with all this!” I finally let out all my frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ray…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“All I want to do is just a good life with Dad, but now even he’s…” I stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“So are you going to give up?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Give up?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, give everything up. Forget about ice cream, forget about everything, and just go back being a scavenger. Can you do that?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I…” Ved got me right in the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“If that’s the way you want it to be then go ahead, do it. But if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, that is to simply make ice cream and make people happy, join me.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suddenly remembered what Dad said. Make people happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, if you somehow changed your mind, give me a call. I’ll leave my card…” he slowly stands up and goes through his wallet for a business card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ved, wait.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“How much could you pay me?” I asked, finally with a strong resolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vedro smiled. “Well, let’s discuss that in my office, shall we?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I entered the big building in the middle of the city, I was surprised about almost everything I saw. It’s like a whole new world! Ved accompanied me to enter his office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You know, Ved? When I started working, I don’t want to be known by people… I’d like to stay unknown.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ved raised his eyebrows. “Why is that?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“So that people won’t recognize me outside, and I could know their honest reactions about the ice cream I make.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He laughed. “No problem with me, Ray.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The condition in the office was really tense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ma’am, sales has been decreasing lately. It’s because of your brother’s company, ironically…” her assistant showed some charts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elle slammed the table with her fist. “Damn it, Ved! What is it that you want, really?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ma’am!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“No worries, I… I’ll find something to work this one out. &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;will not lose to any company, not to mention my own brother’s!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“According to our research, everything started to affect our sales when &lt;i&gt;GLACE&lt;/i&gt; released their Neapolitan, which outsold ours.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Who’s making ice cream for them?” Elle asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, ma’am…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, who? That man or woman must sure be an outstanding individual. Have you tried to persuade that person to join us? Tell that we’ll pay triple his or her current salary right now.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ma’am, the problem is… we don’t know who makes ice cream for &lt;i&gt;GLACE&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What?” Elle couldn’t believe her ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“All we know is that the maker goes under the alias of Mr. Ice Cream. This person is like some sort of myth; no one really knows whether this person is male or female, or even if this person actually existed in the first place. Some even say that &lt;i&gt;GLACE &lt;/i&gt;is actually using machines and an advanced artificial intelligence called Mr. Ice Cream.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“There’s no way a machine could beat our world-class researchers… this Mr. Ice Cream has to be a person. I don’t care how, find this maker’s real identity and inform me as soon as you can. You’re dismissed.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elle went out to find some fresh air, and she decided to visit a &lt;i&gt;GLACE &lt;/i&gt;stall. Now that she thought about it, she hasn’t even tried the Neapolitan ice cream that everyone’s talking about. When she saw the stall and the selection of ice creams, she had to let out a chuckle. Each of the flavors was associated with a human trait, as if ice cream can raise certain emotions when you eat it. Confident Blueberry, Joyful Vanilla, Persistent Chocolate… she browsed through the menu and finally found the Harmony Neapolitan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“One cup of Harmony Neapolitan, please.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Here you go!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As she opened the cup she saw the appealing color of the three main flavors, and took a mouthful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her mind went blank for a second. &lt;i&gt;This… this is harmony indeed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The three flavors had strengthened the traits of each other. In some Neapolitan ice creams the problem is that you take three flavors of ice cream and put it together in one package without trying to find out how this will affect the entire taste, but the problem doesn’t exist in this cup. It’s as if the three flavors were mixed into one complete concord, yet each flavor still bear distinct characteristics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“How was it?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As she turned her head, she saw Vedro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I owed a lot to Mr. Ice Cream for this one; the guy improved on what is almost impossible to improve. You could go wrong with this Neapolitan any day, but he actually did it…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“So Mr. Ice Cream is a he?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Duh, it’s a mister! Of course it’s a he!” Ved chuckled. “Oh yeah, he told me to tell you something if I met you.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“What?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“When GLACE finally beats &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;in terms of sales one day, he wants you to admit in public that you’ve once stolen his idea.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Excuse me?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Yeah, you heard me right. He wants you to admit that you stole his idea… his Black Jack, to be exact.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Black Jack...? Sorry Ved, but I couldn’t even remember this so-called Black Jack, and you can tell him to stop dreaming since &lt;i&gt;GLACE&lt;/i&gt; will never beat &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;. I’ll admit whatever he wants me to admit if that ever happens,” she laughed. “I have to go now, Ved. Just remember that even if you’re my brother, I’m no longer pulling any punches since you’re getting real annoying these days. See you.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ved smiled as his sister walked away from the small stall. &lt;i&gt;Someday, sis... someday in the future...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ten Years Later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started the engine of the van; it’s been ten years without notice. It’s not too much of a triumph, but I can still clearly remember what happened last month…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Ma’am, are you sure about this?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Shut up! Let me just get this over with!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gabrielle stood up at the press conference after a series of issues about copyright infringement had circulated around &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;. Last month, &lt;i&gt;GLACE&lt;/i&gt; had finally beaten &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;in terms of sales by two million dollars. Around the same time, issues started revolving on how &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;had stolen recipes in order to maintain the sales as well as the unique products. These kinds of talks only add the strain to an already worrying number of sales, which contributed to how the thirty-years-old company lost to &lt;i&gt;GLACE&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Questions were flying from all sides, but Elle tried to remain composed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I have a few statements I need to say, so please be quiet for a minute.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All the buzzing came to a quick halt, but that only made her more nervous of what she has to say next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;is doing a bit unwell this month, and this kind of breakdown is normal for such a big company. We’ll be back up in no time,” she said, trying to sound as calm as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You know that’s not what they’re here for, don’t you?” a voice came from the back of the room. It was Vedro, accompanied with a guy she doesn’t know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I… I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” she forced a smile through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“The copyright infringement case- that’s what you’re here for, aren’t you guys?” he asked the journalists. Surprisingly, most of them nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“To be honest, I don’t have a clue on what this man is saying. &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;had never been involved in any case of copyright violations,” she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Well, there is a victim right here, right now! Someone whose recipe had been stolen by &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;!” Ved said loudly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As Ved said that, the room went to an uproar. He quickly approached her and whispered to her. “Admit it, Elle, or things will get worse. I’m not lying about bringing the victim.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“So this is what you want, destroying your own sister’s company?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I don’t want to ruin &lt;i&gt;Tabidus&lt;/i&gt;, but your ways have hurt many people. Admit it!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Isn’t ten years enough to show that? &lt;i&gt;GLACE &lt;/i&gt;has defeated &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;by millions of dollars, and I’m more than willing to show you how we arrived at this point without doing anything bad to others!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I… fine! If that’s what you want!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made a left turn in the intersection. The press conference ended with a shocking official statement by Gabrielle, regarding how she admitted to have stolen ideas from not just me, but also some other people I didn’t know. With it, &lt;i&gt;Tabidus &lt;/i&gt;entered a rather grim state, but Ved said that the company will recover, so I don’t need to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, I arrived at the same spot I met Ved ten years ago. This place sure is packed with memories, to the point of making me forget to turn on the jingle switch. Well, better be ready and turn it on now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;GLACE ICE CREAM~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Children began to surround the van and I started preparing the ice creams. Who knew I’d end up doing Ved’s job in the end? I laughed to myself. While I was busy taking orders from the kids, I saw a girl staring at the van. She was around sixteen years old, and quite attractive too if only she wasn’t wearing those tattered clothes. Is she a…?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was still looking at the van intently when suddenly she noticed that I was looking at her. As she was about to run away, I quickly approached her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Hey, do you want some ice cream?” I asked her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She didn’t say anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“It’s okay. Here, just take it,” I smiled and gave her a cup of Persistent Chocolate. She was shy at first, but she accepted the cup and started eating, but she suddenly stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Is there anything?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“N-no… it’s just that this is not bitter enough for chocolate.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I’m sorry?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She cleared her throat and said, “This ice cream would definitely make me feel persistent if only this was bitterer.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Really?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to try one pack myself. When I gave it a taste, to my surprise, she was right. It wasn’t bitter enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Was I right? I hope Mr. Ice Cream will fix it soon,” she said, smiling at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stood in surprise and felt really funny about all of this. &lt;i&gt;I guess it’s my turn now, eh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Say, what if you work as my assistant?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-fin-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-69380752460243332?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/69380752460243332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-was-sunny-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/69380752460243332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/69380752460243332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-was-sunny-day.html' title='Mr. Ice Cream'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-2237817136657569356</id><published>2010-03-21T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:22:18.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog dan Komunikasi Modern</title><content type='html'>Latar Belakang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkembangan Teknologi Komunikasi merupakan sebuah bahasan yang tidak terelakkan ketika kita berbicara mengenai komunikasi dalam hidup manusia khususnya di era modern ini. Teknologi komunikasi menurut Roger (1986) dirumuskan sebagai peralatan perangkat keras, struktur-struktur organisasional, dan nilai-nilai sosial dengan mana individu mengumpulkan, mengolah, dan saling bertukar informasi dengan individu lain. Dalam makalah kali ini, penulis akan membahas mengenai salah satu contoh fenomena new media sebagai hasil dari perkembangan teknologi komunikasi, yaitu web log atau sering disingkat blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog adalah turunan dari diary yang ditampilkan dan dituangkan dalam internet. Di dalam blog kita bisa sebebas-bebasnya berekspresi; menuangkan ide, membagi lagu atau video kesukaan, memunggah foto atau bahkan berbisnis. Fenomena blog kini kian menjamur, bahkan orang-orang penting sudah mencoba meluangkan waktunya untuk membuat dan berbagi pengalaman lewat blog. Sudah dapat dibayangkan ternyata informasi telah terbuka selebar-lebarnya, tiap orang dapat berekspresi sekuat-kuatnya dan sudah tidak ada lagi hambatan untuk menumpahkan jati diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa penulis mengambil blog sebagai pokok bahasan adalah karena semakin menjamurnya penggunaan blog di masyarakat dan juga bagaimana blog dapat menjadi alat komunikasi yang efektif di masyarakat. Pada kesempatan kali ini, penulis akan mencoba mendefinisikan blog, menjelaskan kegunaan blog, dan menggambarkan pengaruh blog pada budaya berkomunikasi di masyarakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdasarkan latar belakang masalah yang telah dijelaskan di atas, maka dapat dirumuskan beberapa pertanyaan yang ingin dijawab lewat tulisan ini:&lt;br /&gt;1.      Apa itu blog?&lt;br /&gt;2.      Apa saja contoh-contoh blog yang populer di masyarakat?&lt;br /&gt;3.      Apa kegunaan dari blog?&lt;br /&gt;4.      Apa pengaruh blog terhadap budaya berkomunikasi di masyarakat modern, jika ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujuan penulisan tugas ini adalah:&lt;br /&gt;1.      Mengetahui apa definisi dan karakteristik dari blog.&lt;br /&gt;2.      Mengetahui contoh-contoh blog yang populer di masyarakat.&lt;br /&gt;3.      Mempelajari lebih lanjut dampak dari penggunaan blog.&lt;br /&gt;4.      Mengetahui apa pengaruh blog terhadap budaya berkomunikasi di masyarakat modern, jika ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landasan Teori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam menganalisa sebuah new media dalam perkembangan teknologi komunikasi, ada beberapa teori yang bisa kita jadikan landasan. Salah satu teori yang sering dipakai adalah teori dari McLuhan mengenai global village. McLuhan mengemukakan bahwa media elektronik telah membawa manusia mampu berhubungan dengan siapa saja dan dimana saja secara cepat dan tanpa batas, hal ini menjadikan dunia menjadi sebuah dusun yang terhubung satu sama lain. Dunia akan menjadi satu kampung global (global village) dimana produk-produk yang ditawarkan akan menjadi cita rasa semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akan tetapi, ada juga teori lain dari Manuel Castells  seorang sosiolog Amerika yang lahir di Spanyol (1942) dimana ia mengemukakan bukannya sebuah kampung yang seragam, melainkan masyarakat dalam jaringan global yang saling terhubung lewat new media, network society. Jadi, menurut Castells, media tidak lagi merupakan media massa melainkan menjadi media jaringan, atau jaringan interaktif multimedia, yang akan menjadikan komunikasi dunia suatu jaring-jaring raksasa, suatu dunia yang saling terhubung, interconnected dan networked, dimana dunia dengan satu budaya yang seragam dan mono-multiculture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kasus ini, blog juga merupakan sebuah produk dari teknologi perkembangan komunikasi yang juga berkontribusi pada terciptanya global village ataupun network society seperti yang digambarkan oleh McLuhan dan Castells. Jadi, dalam pembahasan kali ini, fungsi dan tujuan blog akan dilandaskan pada teori yang telah dikemukakan oleh McLuhan dan Castells, yaitu bagaimana media elektronik telah membawa manusia mampu berhubungan dengan siapa saja dan dimana saja secara cepat dan tanpa batas, dan juga new media sebagai sebuah jaringan penghubung dalam komunikasi di masyarakat modern ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definisi Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog adalah kependekan dari Weblog, istilah yang pertama kali digunakan oleh Jorn Barger pada bulan Desember 1997. Jorn Barger menggunakan istilah Weblog untuk menyebut kelompok website pribadi yang selalu diupdate secara kontinyu dan berisi link-link ke website lain yang mereka anggap menarik disertai dengan komentar-komentar mereka sendiri. Blog kemudian berkembang mencari bentuk sesuai dengan kemauan para pembuatnya atau para Blogger. Blog yang pada mulanya merupakan “catatan perjalanan” seseorang di Internet, yaitu link ke website yang dikunjungi dan dianggap menarik, kemudian menjadi jauh lebih menarik daripada sebuah daftar link. Hal ini disebabkan karena para Blogger biasanya juga tidak lupa menyematkan komentar-komentar “cerdas” mereka, pendapat-pendapat pribadi dan bahkan mengekspresikan sarkasme mereka pada link yang mereka buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog memiliki beberapa definisi. Salah satu definisi menurut Octave Ken Manungkarjono dari Universitas Gajah Mada sebagai berikut: blog adalah suatu media web online yang digunakan untuk mengungkapkan dan mengekspresikan pikiran, emosi dan perilaku seseorang atau kelompok sebagai jawaban atas kebutuhan interaksi sosial dan aktualisasi diri untuk menunjukkan eksistensinya sebagai manusia dari waktu ke waktu. Menurut Mario Gagho, seorang blogger ternama, blog adalah situs pribadi, tetapi berbeda dengan website yang setiap memposting harus susah payah memakai kode ekstensi .html .php, .asp, dll, blog merupakan otomatisasi dari semua ekstensi tersebut. Sehingga karena sudah diotomatisasi, maka kita-kita semua yg lugu teknologi menjadi otomatis dapat memposting apa yg kita inginkan persis seperti kita memposting email ke teman atau ke milis. Dan karena kemudahan inilah, maka semua orang yang melek internet dapat membuat blog atau situs pribadi, sama halnya dengan memiliki e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh-Contoh Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebanyakan layanan blog sifatnya gratis, sehingga yang diperlukan hanya sambungan Internet dan niat untuk mulai menulis. Beberapa contoh penyedia jasa blog gratis yang sering dipakai oleh masyarakat modern adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger - https://www.blogger.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak Blogger diluncurkan pada 1999, blog telah mengubah bentuk web, mempengaruhi politik, mempertajam jurnalisme, dan memungkinkan jutaan orang untuk memiliki suara dan terhubung dengan yang lain. Dan kami sangat yakin bahwa semua persetujuan itu baru saja dimulai. Blogger sepenuhnya gratis, dan jika Anda menemui kesulitan, cukup klik pada tombol Bantu dari layar manapun, dan Anda dapat menemukan jawaban yang Anda cari — atau bahkan bertanya pada staff pendukung kami yang berdedikasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WordPress - http://wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WordPress adalah salah satu contoh penyedia jasa layanan blogging gratis yang dipakai oleh masyarakat. WordPress pertama dirilis tahun 2003 oleh Matt Mullenweg dan sampai detik ini telah memiliki lebih dari 200 juta pengguna di seluruh dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LiveJournal - http://www.livejournal.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kali dirilis tahun 1999, LiveJournal merupakan sebuah situs yang menyediakan layanan blog, journal, dan diary gratis bagi semua pemakainya. Sampai 6 Maret 2010, ada lebih dari 25 juta orang yang menggunakan LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr - http://www.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumblr tergolong pemain baru dalam dunia blog. Didirikan oleh Marco Arment pada tahun 2007, Tumblr sejauh ini sudah berhasil mendapatkan lebih dari 3 juta pengguna dan terus meraup sekitar 15 ribu pengguna baru per harinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kegunaan Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurut Roy Suryo, pakar telematika Indonesia, seperti asal katanya blog mempunyai manfaat utama sebagai media untuk menyampaikan informasi. Baik yang sifatnya pribadi, misalnya catatan harian, ataupun bisa juga digunakan untuk promosi. Blog juga dapat digunakan untuk menarik minat. Tujuannya adalah menarik orang untuk menuliskan pengalamannya. Namun, penggunaan blog di Indonesia masih terbatas. Masih belum maksimal. Blog yang baik sebenarnya bisa menimbulkan inspirasi bagi pembacanya. Muatan tulisan yang baik tentu bisa memberikan efek baik pula. Contohnya adalah nasihat atau pengalaman berharga. Melalui blog, kita juga bisa menjaring network, terutama dengan orang-orang yang punya ketertarikan dan hobi yang sama. Dari situ kita bisa bertukar pengalaman dan informasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog sebagai jurnal online yang berfungsi menampilkan pemberitaan informasi-informasi dengan topik tertentu seperti informasi produk, gadget dan lain-lainnya. Blog berfungsi sebagai website pribadi untuk tujuan membangun branding. Anda dapat membangun branding untuk diri anda sendiri dengan menggunakan blog, caranya Anda postingkan artikel-artikel sesuai dengan branding position diri Anda. Blog berfungsi sebagai diary online. Anda dapat menuliskan berita apa saja seputar diri Anda, baik kegiatan yang Anda lakukan, hasil pemikiran, sharing pendapat, dan lain-lain. Blog berfungsi sebagai website komunitas dimana setiap orang bisa melakukan subscribe sebagai member dan mempostingkan artikel-artikelnya. Blog juga dapat berfungsi sebagai iklan baris dimana si pemasang iklan dapat melakukan subscribe pada blogdan mempostingkan iklannya. Blog bisa berfungsi sebagai website yang menampilkan gambar-gambar, video-video dan lain-lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengaruh Blog pada Budaya Komunikasi Masyarakat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kita mengetahui apa definisi blog, contoh-contoh blog, dan kegunaan blog, kita beralih pada pengaruh blog pada budaya komunikasi masyarakat. Blog, sebagai sarana penyaluran ekspresi diri virtual, membantu kita untuk mengaktualisasikan diri kita, tetapi apakah itu berpengaruh pada budaya komunikasi kita di masyarakat? Jawabannya sedikit banyak iya, karena blog tidak hanya dibaca oleh diri kita sendiri, tetapi juga dibaca oleh orang lain. Blog merevolusi cara orang berkomunikasi dalam masyarakat, sebab semua orang sekarang punya sarana untuk berekspresi dan menulis apa yang ingin mereka tulis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger (pengguna blog) membedakan diri mereka dari media massa mainstream atau umum, sementara ada juga pekerja media mainstream yang mencoba ikut berpendapat lewat sarana blog. Ada yang beranggapan bahwa blog adalah salah satu cara mengakali sensor dan mendorong pesan tertentu langsung kepada masyarakat. Hal ini juga mengundang kritik dari beberapa kalangan karena blog relatif jarang kredibel dan kadang mencomot hal-hal di Internet sesukanya, mengabaikan hak cipta. Akan tetapi, banyak jurnalis juga memiliki blog mereka sendiri, dan jumlah blog-blog ini juga banyak di Internet- ini merupakan bukti bahwa blog hanyalah sebuah sarana, dan penggunaannya tergantung pada masyarakat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulan dan Saran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog merupakan singkatan dari "web log" adalah bentuk aplikasi web yang menyerupai tulisan-tulisan (yang dimuat sebagai posting) pada sebuah halaman web umum. Blog mempunyai fungsi yang sangat beragam,dari sebuah catatan harian, media publikasi dalam sebuah kampanye politik, sampai dengan program-program media dan perusahaan-perusahaan. Sebagian blog dipelihara oleh seorang penulis tunggal, sementara sebagian lainnya oleh beberapa penulis, . Banyak juga weblog yang memiliki fasilitas interaksi dengan para pengunjungnya, seperti menggunakan buku tamu dan kolom komentar yang dapat memperkenankan para pengunjungnya untuk meninggalkan komentar atas isi dari tulisan yang dipublikasikan, namun demikian ada juga yang yang sebaliknya atau yang bersifat non-interaktif. Beberapa contoh blog adalah Blogger, WordPress, LiveJournal, dan Tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog merevolusi cara orang berkomunikasi dalam masyarakat, sebab semua orang sekarang punya sarana untuk berekspresi dan menulis apa yang ingin mereka tulis. Blog merupakan sebuah hal yang sifatnya netral- positif atau negatif, itu semua tergantung pada pengguna blog itu sendiri. Akan tetapi, sebaiknya penyedia layanan blog juga tetap bisa memfilter dan menghapus blog yang sifatnya negatif dan merugikan orang banyak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-2237817136657569356?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/2237817136657569356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-dan-komunikasi-modern.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/2237817136657569356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/2237817136657569356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-dan-komunikasi-modern.html' title='Blog dan Komunikasi Modern'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-5588569951259993101</id><published>2009-07-07T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:36:54.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indonesia'/><title type='text'>KING, a story of nationalism (and severe communication problems)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/SlMBTeqsJ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/3Fvi4ex-oss/s1600-h/KING_poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/SlMBTeqsJ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/3Fvi4ex-oss/s400/KING_poster.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355625816034912194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I watched the movie KING in Citra 21, based on pure curiosity and motivated with all the buzz going on about 'the first ever movie based on badminton in the world'.  It's actually quite sad when I first entered the studio, I mean it's so quiet and not many people come to watch.. what's with the spirit, people?? Hahaha... anyway, I watched this movie made in tribute of Liem Swie King, and this is basically what I think about this movie...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'll start off with the duration. KING rolls for 1 hour and 46 minutes, that's if you count the credits too, hahaha, but for me the movie was, although appealing, can be quite tiring. I think it is quite a wise decision not to let the movie go as far as two hours, because at the time it ends, I was already thinking "Well it should end here..." and more than that will ruin the experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the storyline, the general plot is a story about a kid names Guntur who strives to be the best at badminton. Guntur is the son of Mr. Tedjo, an enthusiast of badminton (almost to the point of maniacal, actually) who is a big fan of Liem Swie King. In fact, Guntur's name is the same with King's name. Well, his father makes him train all day all night, punishes him if he loses a game with scot jumps and running about 50 laps or so. He has a friend called Raden, who is basically a cheerful little street rat, hahaha, but they get along real well and Raden will always help Guntur out with his problems.  After a while, the duo gets an additional member in the form of Michelle, a girl who just moved into town. It is actually quite unclear on how Michelle and her mom suddenly moves into this small village of Jampit, but I'll take it for granted... I mean the most important thing is the moral story, right? Hohoho... enough with the storyline, I'll ruin the fun for people who haven't watched it, hehehe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But actually even when you're talking about moral messages, the first half of the movie isn't exactly morally educative or even flowing smoothly- like when both of them stole lots of things from guitar to balloon strings to fix Mas Raino's racket borrowed by Guntur, and when Guntur gets all mad with his father for not understanding him... it's sort of unclear how you could actually get all nice and peaceful again with your parents by not talking at all. Guntur and Mr. Tedjo both have equally big ego, so I don't really understand what happened. Not to mention the sudden appearance of Michelle and her mom, which is still hanging until the end of the movie: where are they from? What's her mom's job? There are many questions left unanswered in the movie. Yaaah, it's not really cool to see all the problems and being mad at each other without actually hearing a lot of 'I'm sorry' in this movie, as if when you don't say anything things will fix themselves.  Lots of emotional issues, but less attempts on clarifying things out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for the good part, Guntur is one heck of a fighter. He doesn't give up with all the hellish training he has to endure, and he finally achieved what he had always wanted: playing for Indonesia and meeting Liem Swie King himself. Wooh, if you're an Indonesian, it's impossible to not feel good about your country when watching the last events in the movie... and Alenia Pictures definitely pulled this opportunity to promote nationalism through, hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch this movie. I know it's not THAT good (heck, you'd be asking questions throughout the movie), but you've just gotta feel good about Guntur's smash everytime he jumps high and swings that racket, hahaha... KING gets, in my opinion, 4 out of 5 stars. &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;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-5588569951259993101?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/5588569951259993101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/07/king-story-of-nationalism-and-severe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/5588569951259993101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/5588569951259993101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/07/king-story-of-nationalism-and-severe.html' title='KING, a story of nationalism (and severe communication problems)!'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/SlMBTeqsJ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/3Fvi4ex-oss/s72-c/KING_poster.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-9080749804879476179</id><published>2009-07-05T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:13:58.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BNEC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>BNEC 17th Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from BNEC 17th Birthday Party, and yeah it was fun... hahahaha... although I spend more time not knowing what to do, I ended up chatting with Diana and Devia, the girls from TEC or Tarumanagara English Club who were invited to the party... and they were actually quite fun to talk to! Expanding the network has never been this pleasant before, hahaha...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the event! The party was quite crowded - about 30-ish people came - and so Edie's Kitchen in Mall Ciputra became so noisy from 3-6 PM... we had a couple of games, but the most exciting perhaps is the 'whisper the sentence' game where I was the first in line and I didn't even get the sentence. I mean come on, you only have 2 minutes to whisper the sentence through 10 people and the sentences are tongue twisters, which aren't exactly easy to start with... but it was real fun, hahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That made me think again (it's starting to get me, I think I should stop doing this proactive habit T_T) how BNEC has existed for 17 years... I mean 17 isn't exactly a young age for an organization and so far BNEC is doing pretty damn well, hahaha... in fact, with all the buzz for ISF and the world record breaking thing, it's headed off a new direction: international recognition! Hohohohoho... big ambitions better go with big commitment and passion too, so things are definitely going to be exciting and exhausting, respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, happy sweet 17th birthday to BNEC, and stay extraordinary!&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;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-9080749804879476179?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/9080749804879476179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/07/bnec-17th-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/9080749804879476179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/9080749804879476179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/07/bnec-17th-birthday-party.html' title='BNEC 17th Birthday Party'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-3853035981628098406</id><published>2009-06-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:14:59.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>What happens when you have POWER...</title><content type='html'>Finally I got the chance to post again after a few days... pheew... been busy, definitely...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a few days ago (almost last week, actually, hahaha) a program on TV piqued my interest. They're broadcasting an in-depth analysis of a conflict between Gusti Randa and the chief of MK, where as a lawyer Gusti Randa apparently violated some sort of ethic code in the court. It was actually pretty small, duh, the act of violation or whatever is when he demanded an explanation towards the decision that was read by the chief of the MK, but then the chief ignored his interruptions and actually sent him out of the court. So with nothing left to say, he said out loud, "If this is the case, then MK is not fair!" whilst being dragged by the security around like some sort of criminal, pffft...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to clarify everything, Gusti Randa and that chief of MK (I keep referring to his title partly because I forgot his name, duh, but also to emphasize my point later on) got interviewed on this TV program I was watching. The interesting part is that both of them had the chance to refute each other's statements, hahaha... but the thing that clearly made me raise my eyebrows was when Gusti Randa said that he went to DPR to ask for a chance to clarify things with MK, this chief whoever he is said that he's not going to show up no matter who "summoned" him, be it DPR, MPR, or even the President himself. With that outright snobbish (well this one's personal, hahaha) attitude, he said that they have no right to do so, and even if they did, he's not going to show up. He continued by saying that it is actually &lt;i&gt;him &lt;/i&gt;that has the right to call and interrogate DPR, MPR, and the President...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what, I've never felt annoyed by our officials -except for DPR, that is- but this one's definitely disturbing. Like, I know that you're some sort of important person that have the utmost authority in this country being the chief of Mahkamah Konstitusi, but come on, grow up... all the lawyer wanted is clarification, that's it. It's almost as if that if you have power, then you can do anything you want, including being a snob and a totally hard-headed bloke... this goes back to the attitude of our officials when they're dubbed as important people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, "with great power comes great responsibility" doesn't really apply in my country's government, I guess... come on, someone, prove me wrong!&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;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-3853035981628098406?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/3853035981628098406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happens-when-you-have-power.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/3853035981628098406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/3853035981628098406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-happens-when-you-have-power.html' title='What happens when you have POWER...'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-215672474274472087</id><published>2009-06-26T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T03:19:36.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><title type='text'>Wishing the best for MJ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I thought today's going to be another random day in the middle of UAS, a short one-day break for me to refresh before facing the next test, but something big came on the news. I got heard of the word that Michael Jackson had been rushed to UCLA Medical Center and died soon after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the detailed chronology I picked up in Wikipedia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On June 25, 2009, Jackson reportedly collapsed at a rented home in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holmby_Hills,_Los_Angeles,_California" title="Holmby Hills, Los Angeles, California" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Holmby Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles" title="Los Angeles" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. After he collapsed, Jackson's personal physician, with him at the time, attempted to resuscitate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Times6580897_146-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-Times6580897-146" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;147&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles_Fire_Department" title="Los Angeles Fire Department" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Los Angeles Fire Department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; paramedics responded to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9-1-1" title="9-1-1" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;911&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; call at 12:21 pm (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pacific_time" title="Pacific time" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-147" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-147" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;148&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, arriving nine minutes later. Jackson was reportedly not breathing and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiopulmonary_resuscitation" title="Cardiopulmonary resuscitation" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;CPR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was performed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-MSNBC_148-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-MSNBC-148" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;149&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Resuscitation efforts continued both en route to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ronald_Reagan_UCLA_Medical_Center" title="Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;UCLA Medical Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, and after arrival at approximately 1:14 pm (20:14 UTC), for a further hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Times6580897_146-1" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-Times6580897-146" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;147&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Jackson fell into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coma" title="Coma" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;coma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and died shortly after arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-149" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-149" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The cause of death is currently unknown, but he was noted to be already in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiac_arrest" title="Cardiac arrest" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cardiac arrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; by the paramedics who attended him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-MSNBC_148-1" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-MSNBC-148" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;149&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Jackson was pronounced dead at about 2:26 pm local time (21:26 UTC).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-reuters_150-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-reuters-150" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;151&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_Angeles_Police_Department" title="Los Angeles Police Department" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Los Angeles Police Department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; homicide and robbery division &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detective" title="Detective" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;detectives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; attended to the scene as a matter of routine in high profile death cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-skynews_151-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-skynews-151" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;152&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The case was transferred to the Los Angeles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coroner" title="Coroner" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;coroner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for investigation as there was no doctor in attendance to sign the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_certificate" title="Death certificate" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;death certificate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Times6580897_146-2" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-Times6580897-146" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;147&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Jackson's body was transported by helicopter from UCLA to the LA Coroners offices in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boyle_Heights" title="Boyle Heights" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Boyle Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-BBC8120153_152-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-BBC8120153-152" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;153&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Guardian8577696_153-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-Guardian8577696-153" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;154&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autopsy" title="Autopsy" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;autopsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is scheduled for Friday, June 26, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-reuters_150-1" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-reuters-150" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;151&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Prior to his death, Jackson had been scheduled to perform &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/This_Is_It_(Michael_Jackson_concerts)" title="This Is It (Michael Jackson concerts)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;50 sold-out concerts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to over one million people, at London's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_O2_arena_(London)" title="The O2 arena (London)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sub style="line-height: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, from July 13, 2009 to March 6, 2010. During a publicity press conference, Jackson made suggestions of possible retirement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-Rolling_Stone_50_dates.2C_1_million_tickets_154-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-Rolling_Stone_50_dates.2C_1_million_tickets-154" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;155&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Randy Phillips, president and chief executive of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AEG_Live" title="AEG Live" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;AEG Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, had stated that the first 10 dates alone would have earned the singer approximately £50 million (about $100 million USD).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-155" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Jackson#cite_note-155" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;156&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, I can't believe that he's really gone. I mean, his pieces of music are always incredible and he is always around- well maybe he's been hit by one nasty accusation or two, but you have to admit that he's a maestro when it comes down to singing AND dancing. Left speechless, all I could do is wish him a peaceful rest up in heaven... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(50, 29, 2); font-family:georgia;"&gt;"The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and &lt;i&gt;irretrievably&lt;/i&gt; lost."  -Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sayonara, MJ. You better make some good music for heaven! ;D&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;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-215672474274472087?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/215672474274472087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/wishing-best-for-mj.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/215672474274472087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/215672474274472087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/wishing-best-for-mj.html' title='Wishing the best for MJ!'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-3094738996424937684</id><published>2009-06-24T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:55:24.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>UAS Day 2</title><content type='html'>Yep, another entry on another exam... today's been great with Perubahan Sosial dan Globalisasi...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The questions weren't too hard; in fact, they were quite easy. The only downside of today's test is that I have to explain lots of things, and when I say lots I mean LOTS of 'em. I spent about 4 pages for the whole thing, which is almost amusing since there are only 5 questions, huhuhuhu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, finally a one-day break before the next exam! Since the next in line is English, I am currently curious on how the exam will be... that means one more late night chat to prepare, hohoho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, I think I'll enjoy the fresh air, hehehe.&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;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-3094738996424937684?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/3094738996424937684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/uas-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/3094738996424937684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/3094738996424937684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/uas-day-2.html' title='UAS Day 2'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-1701584674891656220</id><published>2009-06-23T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:54:55.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>UAS Day 1</title><content type='html'>Haven't been writing here for a few days! That felt weird, hahahaha...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So four days indeed have passed from my last post, and now I'm done with my first UAS: Metode Penelitian Kuantitatif dan Kualitatif. Comments on the first exam? NUTS! Yes, I know the nature of the exam is open-book, but then again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically the exam consists of 4 *despicable* questions, two of them are related to formulas and numbers and things, while another two are memorizations, not a big deal with books around... ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But boy oh boy, the questions that have something to do with calculations are really, REALLY confusing. Felt like a huge storm hits me in the face and all I could do is shield myself with that MPB book... which is useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope tomorrow will be better, huhuhuhu...&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;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-1701584674891656220?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/1701584674891656220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/uas-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/1701584674891656220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/1701584674891656220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/uas-day-1.html' title='UAS Day 1'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-279696735345275752</id><published>2009-06-20T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:51:38.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Four days...</title><content type='html'>Here I am once again typing on a rather cloudy Saturday, while catching up with the deadly deadline... huhuhuhu...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in four days I'll finally have my final exams for this semester. It's quite unbelievable, I think... it seems as if I only got in Binus yesterday, and now my first year in Binus is almost over... hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to look back on my first year and ask myself: what have I done? What have I accomplished? Sometimes there's nothing better than introspecting yourself while listening to 'Passing By' or 'Left My Hearts' by Yiruma, hahaha... it keeps me sane and set me straight to what my goal truly is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first year is filled with lots of exciting events, that's for sure... some of them are: joining BNEC; UIDC, my very first varsity debate with Sabar; NED with Enricko and Rendy; 5th NEO Storytelling Liaison Officer; Debate Intercom with Benard and Meita; almost went to IVED, hahaha; ALSA with Winardi and Benny; almost went to AUDC if not for technical problems, huhuhu; Zilvia's BNEC NCC as Event Committee and MC; storytelling in Widya's Charity Concert; joining BoM of 17th BNEC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there's many more to come. Sometimes I feel so tired of all of these... sometimes I re-think and re-consider what my purpose is... whether I'm here for college, debate, organization, work, and many more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think no matter how hard I try to avoid it, I will have to face it for my sake... it's almost like eating vegetables, hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm a committee in BNEC NMR and (possibly) ISF... I don't really care what happens next, so I'll just give it my best shot... I wonder, is this what they call 'life struggle'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better get back to my studies and work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-279696735345275752?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/279696735345275752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/four-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/279696735345275752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/279696735345275752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/four-days.html' title='Four days...'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-2312785975086119490</id><published>2009-06-17T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:26:45.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Story</title><content type='html'>Today was quite a boring day; had to wake up at 5 AM to go for a substitute class at 7 AM, but still ended up running late and finally arrived at 8.30 AM, ahahaha... but in the end the lecturer's isn't angry (duh, I don't think he's even showing any reaction at all) so things turned out just fine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the class was as flat as ever, and I spent about three or four hours sitting there, trying so hard to understand yet keep being distracted by many other random things, hahahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pheeew... things are getting really flat these days. I need some sort of euphoria to get my brain working...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-2312785975086119490?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/2312785975086119490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-day-another-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/2312785975086119490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/2312785975086119490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-day-another-story.html' title='Another Day, Another Story'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-5408816103134945464</id><published>2009-06-16T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:09:23.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>she is an ecstasy&lt;div&gt;at least to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is a pill that keeps me high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much sorrow, much joy that keeps me alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is an ecstasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not a mere fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because in one second I'll be overjoyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and later on, suicide does seem like an option&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is an ecstasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I want to be with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-5408816103134945464?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/5408816103134945464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/ecstasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/5408816103134945464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/5408816103134945464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/ecstasy.html' title='Ecstasy'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-802622248945079178</id><published>2009-06-15T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:32:12.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><title type='text'>Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few days ago, a friend of mine told me that I need a girlfriend. I was rather intrigued, since apparently the suggestion came from a girl (which I will not state her name here, hehehe) and that made me think a bit... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With that, these few days I have been thinking about the existence of the so-called girlfriends or boyfriends- like why are they not needed or vice-versa, why are they so important in one's life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me myself,  I never thought of the existence of girlfriends as something truly essential in life. I mean, I have been going through some hard times without a girlfriend- but not necessarily alone, since I always have people to talk to. That, so far, made me believe that I don't have any problems with not having a girlfriend and should not go look for one. What for? I'm single and content with my life so far... especially since I'm a debater, people would rather avoid engaging in a discussion for some fear that I will subdue them everytime a conversation happens, hahahahaha... like, I seriously wouldn't do that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But humans are really strange creatures. One moment you feel good and all with your current situation, the next day you desperately long for someone to sit beside you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it is the best that I wait for life to show its twist... or should I take the initiative? Hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-802622248945079178?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/802622248945079178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/girlfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/802622248945079178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/802622248945079178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/girlfriends.html' title='Girlfriends'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-6018888948248402355</id><published>2009-06-15T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:16:42.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite a meeting...</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from a big congressional meeting that took place at Grand Tropic for the BoM (Board of Management) of BNEC. We discussed a looott of things, from A-Z; everything for the sake of BNEC...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was supposed to comment on the last three days and two nights meeting, I'd say that it is heartwarming to see that so many people are dedicated to make BNEC better and better... but most importantly, we understood each other a little bit deeper than usual, hehehe. The way I see it, no organizational goal will ever be accomplished when you don't even know who you're working with... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was exciting, full of funny moments as well as heated debates...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, it's probably because I'm writing on 1:17 AM that I don't really know what else to say, hahahaha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm in the system now, so I better stick with my responsibilities, or as Adi would like to put it, 'social responsibility', hahahaha... *finger claps&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;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Z&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-6018888948248402355?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/6018888948248402355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/quite-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/6018888948248402355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/6018888948248402355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/quite-meeting.html' title='Quite a meeting...'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2896838533104427316.post-6059268165872833734</id><published>2009-06-15T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:41:55.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi! The name's Christopher Zhou, currently 19 and a university student in Indonesia. Will be typing totally in English for this blog but still open to remarks in Bahasa, so feel free to drop a comment or two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually made a blog account somewhere else, but after a couple of enthusiastic posts I began to forget updating, hahahaha... well, this one better be more constant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. thanks for visiting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2896838533104427316-6059268165872833734?l=oroetvici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/feeds/6059268165872833734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/6059268165872833734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2896838533104427316/posts/default/6059268165872833734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oroetvici.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-post.html' title='First post!'/><author><name>Chris Zhou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14076825067396567187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vF9IvMJwKy4/Sk-Mq5rafzI/AAAAAAAAABA/4skxj4gtlcE/S220/toughhairdaychris2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
