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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>…random clatters are random.</description><title>english clatters.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @fionitarp)</generator><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Closed Labels</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The World is rich.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is rich of lands, waters, and people. It is rich of people from different races, different colors, speak different languages, and follow different beliefs. There are Americans, Asians, Mexicans, Blacks, Whites, Muslims, Christians, and many others. And as I say this, I don&amp;#8217;t mean to make any difference between us. Because despite our differences, we are all the &lt;strong&gt;SAME&lt;/strong&gt;. We are the same humans living on this Earth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;However, not all people realized, or want to realize, this. There are still many of them who are &lt;strong&gt;close-minded&lt;/strong&gt; and being &lt;strong&gt;stereotypes&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, for example, if you think &amp;#8220;Asian&amp;#8221;, what pops up in your mind is Chinese, isn&amp;#8217;t it? Well, I&amp;#8217;m an Asian, and I&amp;#8217;m an &lt;strong&gt;Indonesian&lt;/strong&gt;, NOT a Chinese. Not that being a Chinese is a bad thing, but there are many countries in Asia besides China. There are Indonesia, Japan, Vietnam, Singapore, etc. You can&amp;#8217;t judge a person Chinese just because he/she has an Asian face.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The same thing goes with Black people or Muslims. Some people still think that being a Black is &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;shame on you!&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt; I can&amp;#8217;t understand it; &lt;strong&gt;what&amp;#8217;s so shame of being yourself? &lt;/strong&gt;The people who TRY to be others are the ones who SHOULD be pitied. And why people still think that all Muslims are terrorists? We are NOT.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The point is, &lt;strong&gt;don&amp;#8217;t judge a book by its cover&lt;/strong&gt;. There are more things inside than it is on the outside. Don&amp;#8217;t easily give &lt;strong&gt;labels&lt;/strong&gt;. Let&amp;#8217;s accept our differences as the chance to learn and understand life. You wouldn&amp;#8217;t know, there might be a paradise behind a dense bush ;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can&amp;#8217;t we just love each other? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m055qmF9oZ1qbow2t.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/18484828864</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/18484828864</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 01:20:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>From Father to Son</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There are various ways of parents in &lt;strong&gt;teaching&lt;/strong&gt; their children.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I read a story about a father who is about to give his large, multimillion-dollar business to his son. However, first the son needs to earn $10,000 to purchase a small portion of ownership in the company. After the son left his father, her mom gave him $10,000 and told him to give it to his dad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The son gave it to his dad. However, the father, without even looking up, took the money from the son and tossed it in the fire. Then, the father told him to come back after he has earned the money.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;His mother then gave another $10,000 but the same thing goes again. Finally, the son worked hard to earn the money. When he had earned the money, he came back to his dad. The father tossed it again in fire. As the money hit the flame, the son dove to the floor and risk his hands burned as he pulled out the $10,000 from the fire. His father then looked into his eyes and said, &amp;#8220;Now you are ready to take over the company.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How was it? What do you think? For me personally, I think the &amp;#8220;challenge&amp;#8221; is the father&amp;#8217;s way to teach his son. This teaches the son that taking over a company is not easy. No matter how large and successful the company already is, if the son cannot run it properly, it will go down to flames, just like the $10,000 his mother gave him. He has to work hard and not depending on other person. This is just one way the father show the business world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Because of that, why don&amp;#8217;t we take another look of what our parents want us to do. Take a second to think before saying, &amp;#8220;Why are you doing this to me???&amp;#8221; You wouldn&amp;#8217;t know, it might be your parents&amp;#8217; way to &lt;strong&gt;teach you something new&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/18118953337</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/18118953337</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 01:13:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Pay A Bottle?
(via Battling The Bottle: Students And Industry...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzd1a80T3l1rna0n9o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pay A Bottle?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/thesalt/2012/02/12/146692656/battling-the-bottle-students-and-industry-face-off-over-water"&gt;Battling The Bottle: Students And Industry Face Off Over Water : The Salt : NPR&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/17584364433</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/17584364433</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 20:54:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Pay a Bottle?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Air is essential for our live, right? We can’t live without it. We can’t breathe without it. But what if we have to pay for the air we breathe? Would you pay for it? Or would you march a protest? You can do anything, but you can’t really put yourself outside problem, right? You &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The same thing goes for water. We &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; water, but we have to pay for it. In fact, if not every one of you realize, it is happening, right here, right now. We &lt;strong&gt;PAY&lt;/strong&gt; for water. The water industries, remember? People who get money from selling bottled water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now, some college campuses in America are against bottled water. Their argument: we should be able to get water for free. Instead of buying bottled water, why don&amp;#8217;t you just get tap water? It&amp;#8217;s (relatively) clean, easy, and &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;. Bring your own tumblr and refill it with tap water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For me, I can&amp;#8217;t really decide which side to choose. I mean, their (the college students) argument is acceptable, but here, in Indonesia, you &lt;strong&gt;CAN&amp;#8217;T&lt;/strong&gt; drink tap water. It&amp;#8217;s for washing dishes. Or for other things, &lt;strong&gt;except&lt;/strong&gt; drink. So here, you don&amp;#8217;t really have much choice. You either BUY bottled water or BUY gallons. Either way, you &lt;strong&gt;buy&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, I think those college students are right. Why should we buy for water? Do the people selling it &lt;strong&gt;make&lt;/strong&gt; the water? NO! But, on the other hand, if there&amp;#8217;s no one selling water, do we have the machine to filter the water? Or should we &lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt; to the mountains to &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; the water? Eerr&amp;#8230; don&amp;#8217;t think so.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&amp;#8217;m just gonna bring my own tumblr instead. That way, even if I need to get more water, I can get it from someone or somewhere with water gallon. It&amp;#8217;s a bit deceitful, but that&amp;#8217;s life, isn&amp;#8217;t it? :P&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/17584190790</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/17584190790</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 20:51:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Traumatized</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trauma&lt;/strong&gt;. Definition: a deeply distressing or disturbing experience.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Have you ever been in a trauma? I have. An emotional trauma. You know, high school is our &amp;#8220;&lt;strong&gt;rebelling&lt;/strong&gt; period&amp;#8221;, right? Well, I didn&amp;#8217;t exactly &amp;#8220;rebel&amp;#8221;, but there was a time when I lie to my mom. N&lt;span&gt;ot that I had never lied to her, but, you know&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had this friend (and we&amp;#8217;re still best friends until now) whose house is &lt;em&gt;so very very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; away from my house. But I can&amp;#8217;t meet her freely, and I missed her so much :( One day, her boyfriend planned to go to her house and invited me. I agreed immediately, although I doubted my mom would let me go, again, because it is so far away. So, I planned to go without telling my mom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But well, like everyone says, no matter how good you hide something, somehow someday someone would &lt;em&gt;smell&lt;/em&gt; it. Unfortunately, the one &lt;em&gt;smelled&lt;/em&gt; it was my mom. A minute after I was home, she &lt;span&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; interrogated me about it. No matter how hard I lied, it didn&amp;#8217;t affect her. She said it hurt her that I lied to her. And, she cried.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That was the time when I felt like I was the &lt;strong&gt;worst/horrible/awful&lt;/strong&gt; daughter in the whole world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But it was more than that. It &lt;strong&gt;broke&lt;/strong&gt; my heart when I saw her cried. She is a tough woman, she is strong (not literally, emotionally strong). She rarely cried. Since then, I tried my very best to never lie to her again. I would do whatever she wanted me to do as long as she is happy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I would &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; want to see her cry again.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/17203375983</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/17203375983</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:47:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Worry and Anxiety</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Have you ever &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; someone?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of course you have. How does it feel? What do you feel when that &amp;#8220;someone&amp;#8221; is around? Heart pounding, legs wobbling, eyes blurring, butterflies&amp;#8230;? And all lovey-dovey♥ uulalaa~&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;However, what do you feel when he (or she) is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; around? Longing? Do you also feel worried?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have a boyfriend, and I miss him for &lt;strong&gt;every second&lt;/strong&gt; we&amp;#8217;re apart. I always thought, &amp;#8220;What is he doing?&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8220;Is he alright?&amp;#8221; or &amp;#8220;Is he thinking about me?&amp;#8221; and all those stuffs that left me anxious. The only thing that connects us is my mobil phone. Text and calls. SPAM :3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Okay, okay, it&amp;#8217;s not like we&amp;#8217;re on different countries or something. We&amp;#8217;re on the same country, the same city, and the same school :P We meet almost everyday. But that doesn&amp;#8217;t make what I feel less true.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8230;And that&amp;#8217;s why I can&amp;#8217;t imagine how I would feel if I&amp;#8217;m in a long-distance-relationship.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have a friend who&amp;#8217;s in that kind of relationship (different &lt;strike&gt;countries&lt;/strike&gt; continents!), and it&amp;#8217;s a &lt;strong&gt;TOTAL EFFORT&lt;/strong&gt;. Every time they&amp;#8217;re in a fight, she was a wreck. Not to mention that they can&amp;#8217;t meet each other when they want to. It&amp;#8217;s like, double the longing, double the worries, and double the anxiety. Gosh. I don&amp;#8217;t want to experience that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m really, really &lt;strong&gt;grateful&lt;/strong&gt; that my boyfriend is here :)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16968496311</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16968496311</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 03:52:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Monsters inside us.
(via 9GAG - There’s something more in...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lye8avcaYh1rna0n9o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monsters inside us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://9gag.com/gag/2048616"&gt;9GAG - There’s something more in this.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16512311458</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16512311458</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 01:49:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The Ogre</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What’s an ogre?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;(No, we’re not talking about the green-ogre-Shrek. Shrek is nice and I love Shrek.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;An ogre is a &lt;strong&gt;monster&lt;/strong&gt;, right? Something fearful that makes us hide under our blanket every night. Something that you wish you will never see, let alone encounter. What we often not realize is, the biggest and the most fearful ogre lives &lt;strong&gt;inside&lt;/strong&gt; us. It disturbs and weakens us from the inside.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have ogres, of course. Since I was a kid, my biggest problem is &lt;strong&gt;confidence&lt;/strong&gt;. I have no confidence to talk in front of the class. I have no confidence to start a conversation. I have no confidence to directly say what I think. That’s why I have only few close friends in elementary school. I got better, though, and now I really enjoy having friends in high school. But still, that ogre hasn’t gone completely.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My next problem is &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt;. I had lots of experiences with liars, and that makes me cannot trust someone that easily. I keep my poker face (&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; double-faced, remember) in front of most people. On the other hand, if someone can gain my trust, I will trust that someone badly. I will accept that person no matter what.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Those ogres always leave me insecure. They make me afraid of what people will think about me. I just hope that one day I can overcome those ogres and… be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16511682484</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16511682484</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 01:27:50 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>SOPA soap</title><description>&lt;p&gt;These whole SOPA thing makes me go AAAARRRGGHH. I can&amp;#8217;t imagine, and I never want to imagine, what will happen when SOPA finally&amp;#8230; DISTURBS OUR PEACE.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No more free musics?? No more free movies?? No more &lt;em&gt;Megaupload&lt;/em&gt;??? &lt;strong&gt;Give me back my life, SOPA!! &amp;gt;:[&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, I understand their aim on shutting down some websites like &lt;em&gt;Megaupload&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/em&gt;, and other websites that give people access to pirated files and stuff. Piracy is a crime, I agree. And I guess they&amp;#8217;re only doing their job on enforcing the law.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But&amp;#8230; But&amp;#8230; BUT&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;. :(&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, I think it&amp;#8217;s &lt;strong&gt;fine&lt;/strong&gt; (not good, not okay, but fine) to shut down those websites, but please, please, please, spare some legality for us. Provide us with a website that allows us to download things for free &lt;strong&gt;LEGALLY&lt;/strong&gt;. That way, piracy is reduced, but we can still enjoy the internet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Besides, that&amp;#8217;s what internet is for, right? :P&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16440648631</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16440648631</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 20:59:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working Men’s Death</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e4H4W0jiP2w?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Working Men’s Death&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16163606513</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16163606513</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 02:51:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working Man's Death</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m &lt;strong&gt;amazed&lt;/strong&gt; of how humans are willing to work for life, no matter how hard it would be.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One example of this is the video I will post next. The video shows that in Kawah Ijen, Java, Indonesia, men get money by working on a mouth of a volcano. There, on a hot and smelly conditions of sulphur and volcano, they need to take as much sulphur rocks as possible. Then, they have to carry those heavy rocks a loooong way to the village. The more weight they carry, the more money they will get.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the video you’ll find that one of the men carried 115 kg of rocks to gain 66 thousand rupiahs. Imagine! It’s juuusstt enough to feed yourself a few days. Well, I don’t know, it seems that in the village things are way cheaper than in big cities (like Jakarta), and with that amount of money perhaps they can feed themselves for maybe, just maybe, a week.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Seeing how hard they need to live, I stunned. I wonder, if life forces me to live just like them, will I be able to hold on? Maybe…not. And I hope I won’t ._____.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16163573182</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16163573182</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 02:50:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>
brownie tart! (by sheenalu)

I’m hungry.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l91aorrCM01qzwaddo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sheenajibson/4616859073/in/faves-20597495@N00/"&gt;brownie tart!&lt;/a&gt; (by &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/sheenajibson"&gt;sheenalu&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’m hungry.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16108009864</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16108009864</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 02:48:53 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The Prison Show</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I found this article titled &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2012/01/16/144970513/the-prison-show-helps-texas-inmates-find-escape"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘The Prison Show’ Helps Texas Inmates Escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that makes me go “aaaaaawwwww”  :’)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The article is about a radio show called “The Prison Show” that enables prisoners in Texas connect to the family they left behind. The show goes on air every Friday at 9 PM. This is made to emphasize that prisoners are fathers, husbands, sons, and daughters. Just like you and me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The prisoners’ relatives also able to call in live and deliver their messages to the prisoners. Many wives, daughters, and girlfriends call in to say anything, including &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;encouragement&lt;/strong&gt; for the prisoners. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Haven’t shed a tear? Well, keep an eye on this one:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hi Don, this is your wife &lt;span&gt;and I wanted to call and tell you that at one minute past midnight it will be our anniversary date. Sixteen years and I would do it all over again. I meant it when I said &amp;#8216;I do,&amp;#8217; and I still mean it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That was one of the recorded call-ins from the wife of one of the prisoners. These call-ins really help the prisoners to be positive. These makes them believe that they are not forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The show makes me realize that every one of us &lt;strong&gt;needs&lt;/strong&gt; other people. We need people who we love and love us. But we often forget that we have those people, and we tend to ignore. Because of that, I just want to say this:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you all :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16037641507</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16037641507</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 20:41:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>ahuahauhauhauahh</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Heeeyy! This is my second tumblr blog. This one is actually for my English class project in school, soooo…. yeah :D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Keep up with me, guys ;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16037576655</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16037576655</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 20:40:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Brazil's Falling Birth Rate</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Do you guys like &lt;em&gt;telenovelas&lt;/em&gt;? I got this article in my English class about Brazil’s falling birth rate (obviously written on the title, of course) saying that over the past 50 years, Brazil’s fertility rate has been plunged dramatically and is now even lower than the US. It is said that this “dramatic shift” happened because the country is now richer and more urban – but what interesting is that Brazil’s hugely popular &lt;strong&gt;soap operas&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;telenovelas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are also having role on this decline.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This because most of soap operas and &lt;em&gt;telenovelas&lt;/em&gt; portrays a small, glamorous families with only few children, if any at all. Those dramas affected the women of Brazil in a way that most of them shifted their minds from wanting to have a nice, little family, into being independent. You know, having a career, make money, and live happily… alone -____-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before “having life in another step” or so as I quoted it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Okay, I know those &lt;em&gt;telenovelas&lt;/em&gt; are not the major cause of this, and I’ve seen how people are often affected by TV shows, but I have never even thought of this as one of the cause of fertility rate. It’s… beyond my imagination. Me, you, we all know it’s only fiction and it’s not real, yet we’re still affected by it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Seeing how simple things &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt; people… It freaks me out sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/2012/01/15/145133220/brazils-falling-birth-rate-a-new-way-of-thinking"&gt;More about “&lt;em&gt;Brazil’s Falling Birth Rate&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16037619092</link><guid>http://fionitarp.tumblr.com/post/16037619092</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2012 20:40:00 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
