<?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-7789695620894682944</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:20:54.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aida's</title><subtitle type='html'>life is about finding the meaning of it..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-1676813545489925947</id><published>2012-02-02T22:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:07:09.505+07:00</updated><title type='text'>No die, thank you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I keep questioning about life recently. I really wanna die. There are lot of reasons that make me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I feel like I'm useless. I can help no one. (I know someone will be mad at me if I say this). I wonder why God give me life. Why am I alive. What for? But someone has said that God have purpose for creating every single creature, so that they will be useful for others. But I don't have much usefulness. If I die, My Mom can be focus on my sisters and brothers. Her burden will be less. She doesn't have to hear my nagging. My friends too. I don't wanna be a burden to anyone. I wanna help a very important person in my life. But I still can't. I'm not brave enough to help this person. Though I often see this person in misery, barely survive, but this person is very strong. Stronger than anyone who I know in this world. I wanna help her, but I always become a burden. I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I feel like I am not loved. I doubt people who said that they love me. my family. my friends. Though I believe that every human has humanity, kindness, but I can't deny that there are some human who have no humanity. heartless. And those people make me believe that this world is a bad world. 나쁜 세상... And those people make me feel lonely. Like there is no one to be trusted. Though I trust this one friend of mine when I trust no one, but I still have the thought of distrust her. And this friend of mine, she doesn't like it when I said that I am not loved, no one wants me. that kind of words. I know she's a little bit tired of me sometimes. And sometimes I question about our friendship. 나쁜 나.. Though I think I already know my friends so well, I still don't have any idea about them. Like I don't understand them. And they don't understand me. I feel rejected. unloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I don't want to live without my friends They are my family too. I know a quote said "If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus one day. so I don't have to live without you". I already feel like I live without them. That's why I don't wanna live. And I don't wanna know more about the pain of this world. I hate to see people live in pain. But the world keep showing me pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't understand myself anymore. I can't. I don't know who live inside this body. I feel like I'm crazy. I wanna scream, but I can't. I wanna act like crazy, but I can't. even now I can't really cry when I'm sad. my sadness is mixed with anger, pain, disgust, hatred. Though I have a great hatred to this world, I still think that it's nice to be alive. I still believe in God. No matter what,, I can feel God. And God hate people who take their own life, not appreciating what God have given. The only reason I don't wanna commit a suicide is God. But if God take me, I will be grateful. But worry that I'm not good enough to meet God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know the fact that the world is not a nice place, I still can say that my life is good enough to know someone like my Mom, sisters and brothers, and my friends (my extended family). I should be grateful that I know a lot of nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming into my life, 친구...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-1676813545489925947?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/1676813545489925947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=1676813545489925947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/1676813545489925947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/1676813545489925947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-die-thank-you.html' title='No die, thank you.'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-8689850597198653472</id><published>2012-01-27T20:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:20:31.596+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days</title><content type='html'>After departing from my high school friends, (temporarily, then we'll meet again), I feel like I'm going to die soon. Like I just have a few days to live. That's why someday I made them angry by saying that I was dead using my college friend's name. And my friends, they were really mad at me. well, that was purely my fault. I didn't think straight that time.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that I love them everyday. But I'm afraid that they'll get sick because of that. And I stopped sms them, say that I love them, that I miss them. But in my heart, I really really really want to say those words to them. I'm afraid every single day that I'm going to die, feel like today is my last day.&lt;br /&gt;And even now,  I feel like I'm going to die. And I want to say 'I Love You' to the people I love, every single time. To my Mom, my sisters, my brothers, Ajanti, Nadira, Anjani, Anin, and the other friends. I want to say "I Love You" to this world.&lt;br /&gt;Even I feel like I'm going to die everyday, I don't want to die yet. I haven't become a good daughter, a good sister, a good friend. And I'm not good enough to meet God.&lt;br /&gt;Despite all of the death thoughts, I always love. It is Love that make me withstand all of the obstacles in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-8689850597198653472?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/8689850597198653472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=8689850597198653472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/8689850597198653472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/8689850597198653472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-days.html' title='Last Days'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-711093320026030148</id><published>2012-01-24T17:27:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:40:40.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am sorry for you. For not being able to say those words. I really want to say those words. the words that have been in my mind for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am sorry. I am sorry for being afraid of those words. I am sorry for being a coward. I am sorry for being afraid of my feeling. I am sorry for being scared of not being able to forget and replace you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am sorry that i doubt about my feeling. I am sorry for saying that I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Though I always keep this for me, only for me. And I will always keep this, forever. Sometimes I feel that you already know what are the words that I really want to say to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am really sorry for not being able to say that I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-711093320026030148?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/711093320026030148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=711093320026030148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/711093320026030148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/711093320026030148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-sorry.html' title='I am Sorry'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-1761905627921946646</id><published>2011-11-28T07:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:53:07.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves of Grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoever you are holding me now in hand,&lt;br /&gt;Without one thing all will be useless,&lt;br /&gt;I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,&lt;br /&gt;I am not what you supposed, but far different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is he that would become my follower?&lt;br /&gt;Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?&lt;br /&gt;The way is suspicious, the result uncertain, perhaps destructive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would have to give up all else,&lt;br /&gt;I alone would expect to be your sole and exclusive standard,&lt;br /&gt;You novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,&lt;br /&gt;The whole past theory of your life and all conformity to the lives&lt;br /&gt;around you would have to be abandoned,&lt;br /&gt;Therefore release me now before troubling yourself any further,&lt;br /&gt;let go your hand from my shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;Put me down and depart on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walt Whitman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-1761905627921946646?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/1761905627921946646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=1761905627921946646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/1761905627921946646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/1761905627921946646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/leaves-of-grass.html' title='Leaves of Grass'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-2968226328133833523</id><published>2011-11-27T16:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:02:00.371+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I intuitive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's the result of the test four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have Strong Intuitive feeling. Most intuitive people talk about their faculty rather as though they possessed sensitive feelers, like those of certain insects, that can detect very slight changes in their environment. the down side of being highly intuitive is that you may be less observant of facts than other people. you may also find it hard to convince the people around you of the validity of your feelings when forced to concede that they are 'only' based on intuitive insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-2968226328133833523?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/2968226328133833523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=2968226328133833523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/2968226328133833523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/2968226328133833523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/am-i-intuitive.html' title='Am I intuitive?'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-8826372457373686768</id><published>2011-11-27T16:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T16:59:57.935+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Optimistic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and here it is the result of the third test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are still a pretty optimistic kind of person, and your world view is generally warm  and pleasantly comfortable. you are aware that life may have its bad patches, but on the whole you don't expect such things to happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what a good result.. for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-8826372457373686768?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/8826372457373686768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=8826372457373686768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/8826372457373686768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/8826372457373686768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/am-i-optimistic.html' title='Am I Optimistic?'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-3303273784331219064</id><published>2011-11-27T15:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:00:28.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I anxious?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the result of the second test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you anxious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the result is that I am inclined to worry but do not let it get out control...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;better result than the previous test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-3303273784331219064?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/3303273784331219064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=3303273784331219064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/3303273784331219064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/3303273784331219064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/am-i-anxious.html' title='Am I anxious?'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-6343896921540184793</id><published>2011-11-27T15:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:00:51.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I in control?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've bought a book, it's "The Complete Book of Personality Test"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and this the result of the first test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you in control? And the result is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You seriously doubt your ability to handle events and suspects that much of your lie is beyond your control. Any optimistic feelings you have are very fragile indeed, and you are uncomfortably aware that you often fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's the result, and it is true that I often fail and I'm not comfortable with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-6343896921540184793?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/6343896921540184793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=6343896921540184793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/6343896921540184793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/6343896921540184793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/am-i-in-control.html' title='Am I in control?'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-1016396059398641947</id><published>2011-11-26T11:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T11:51:41.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a letter received by Sibi sent by her friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:8.5pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Sibi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: .9in; margin-right: .9in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I had told you about  my childhood abuse by a person close to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;As far as I can remember, I was angelic, calm, quiet, and innocent as a little girl. Moreover, highly intelligent too. I stayed at home till I was 7 and then cried to go away to another place,(may be to escape from my abuser) I never used to talk and so never had friends, never needed one. Though I am not from a prayerful family, somewhere along the way, a person called God became real in my life. He became my everything in my secret world, and I used to predict many things out of instinct, which was, to a little girl, told by Him. The more such things happened, I became happy with His companionship. I stood first in class, without much efforts, I didn’t feel proud of that first rank either. Nothing mattered at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;But later on, I knew that someone did something WRONG to me and I was so sad about that. I started feeling bad, deceived. Gradually I became alone, I left my companion, I never spoke nor prayed to Him personally for many many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: .9in; margin-right: .9in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I thought I was used as I was so innocent and ignorant. So I wanted to help and protect myself. I became my god and guardian. I thought I was doing me a big favour. But it resulted in losing my innocence, my character, behaviour, all that was originally created. My world collapsed and went out of my control and I realised about ten years back, what the problem was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I thought my life is going to start again, there came the worst shock of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:white;"   &gt;I identified a small little girl, inside me.The original me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Things which happened recently in my life were weird, but all had a reason. With all the boldness and confidence in me, I was just a slave to many hurts and humiliations.  Nothing that I created worked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: .9in; margin-right: .9in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;The girl inside me lived all these years, as my suppressed ignored personality, and I never derived any good feeling from my artificial personality. The night I told myself and God that I hate myself, I understood that there is more to it. I prayed over it and found out that I hate my artificial personality, which I wore for years around that little innocent girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: .9in; margin-right: .9in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;The  little girl cried for herself and I cried along with her. I knew what  she suffered all these years, what she was asking me constantly.  The  moment came, that her cries came to the point of her liberation either  through death or life, and I had no other choice but to take heed of her  sobs. That was the time of the highest realisation in my whole life.  INNOCENCE IS THE GREATEST POWER IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE. Nothing that I  thought or the way I lived could ever make a slightest change to the  thought or life or the little girl inside me. She stayed and waited  decades, to win her battle, through the power of her innocence. I  decided to liberate her to life by taking away all I had created around  her. With God, and only God, all things are possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;I  saw her, the innocent little girl, her smile, her joy, near her stood  her childhood companion, who proved faithful all through her journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: .9in; margin-right: .9in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I thanked God for keeping that angelic personality of mine live in me (though she was a constant cause of inner conflict, many times I thought of killing her, or giving her to God). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: .9in; margin-right: .9in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;  font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway my life is not over and God doesn't need time to do miracles and fill the blank of all these years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: .9in; margin-right: .9in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;In every story, God appoints characters. There is a father, a mother, a teacher, a friend, many more, in mine. But among the few main characters, there is a friend, only one, who played a very direct part towards my return to myself, and that friend is Sibi, you. And very surprisingly, I used to call only you by the name "friend". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I am so thankful to God for all the people and incidents which changed my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:white;"   &gt;Thank you so much dear, for being God's instrument in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;I love you so much friend.I am excited to share this joy with you. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; margin-left: .9in; margin-right: .9in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;   font-family:Arial,sans-serif;color:black;"  &gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that little girl, I'm so thankful that I have a friend like Sibi to this little girl. Someone I called friend. A friend who also played a very direct part towards my return to myself, Ajanti. The first person who cross my mind every time i need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;   font-family:Arial,sans-serif;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;   font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:8.5pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-1016396059398641947?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/1016396059398641947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=1016396059398641947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/1016396059398641947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/1016396059398641947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-letter-received-by-sibi-sent-by.html' title='This is a letter received by Sibi sent by her friend.'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-2205859027760943371</id><published>2011-11-25T20:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:38:39.221+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomatoes and melons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If tomatoes wanted to be melons,&lt;br /&gt;they would look completely ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am always amazed&lt;br /&gt;that so many people are concerned&lt;br /&gt;with wanting to be what they are not;&lt;br /&gt;what’s the point of making yourself look ridiculous?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You don’t always have to pretend to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;there’s no need to prove all the time that everything is going well,&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn’t be concerned about what other people are thinking,&lt;br /&gt;cry if you need to,&lt;/p&gt; it’s good to cry out all your tears&lt;br /&gt;(because only then will you be able to smile again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-2205859027760943371?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/2205859027760943371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=2205859027760943371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/2205859027760943371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/2205859027760943371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/tomatoes-and-melons.html' title='Tomatoes and melons'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-6271553086142856455</id><published>2011-11-25T20:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:36:24.861+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The magic moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;“You have to take risks”- he said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Every day, God gives us the sun–and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;“Every day, we try to pretend that we haven’t perceived that moment,  that it doesn’t exist–that today is the same as yesterday and will be  the same as tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock.&lt;br /&gt;It may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But that moment exists–a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-6271553086142856455?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/6271553086142856455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=6271553086142856455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/6271553086142856455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/6271553086142856455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/magic-moment.html' title='The magic moment'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-5990857279483720784</id><published>2011-11-25T20:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:29:35.214+07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to behave like a fool</title><content type='html'>Mullah Nasrudin (the central figure in almost all tales of the Sufi  tradition) had already become a sort of attraction at the main market in  the town.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he went there to beg, people would show him a large coin and a small one: Nasrudin always chose the small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A generous man who was tired of seeing everyone laugh at Nasrudin, explained to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When people offer you two coins, choose the larger one. Then you will have more money, and people will not think you a fool.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are surely right”, replied Nasrudin.&lt;br /&gt;“But if I always chose the larger coin, people would stop offering me  money, in order to prove that I am a greater fool than they are.&lt;br /&gt;“And then I would no longer receive enough for my food.&lt;br /&gt;“There is nothing wrong with appearing to be a fool, if what you are doing is in fact intelligent.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-5990857279483720784?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/5990857279483720784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=5990857279483720784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/5990857279483720784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/5990857279483720784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-behave-like-fool.html' title='How to behave like a fool'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-5189163414193675079</id><published>2011-11-25T20:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:22:33.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing the best road</title><content type='html'>When Abbot Antonio was asked if the road of sacrifice led to Heaven, he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘There are two such roads. The first is that of the man who mortifies  his flesh and does penance because he believes that we are all damned.&lt;br /&gt;‘This man feels guilty and unworthy to live a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;‘He will never get anywhere because God does not inhabit guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘The second road is that of the man who knows that the world is not as  perfect as we would all like it to be, but who nevertheless puts time  and effort into improving the world around him.&lt;br /&gt;‘In this case, the Divine Presence helps him all the time, and he will find Heaven.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, i copied this from Paulo Coelho's blog..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-5189163414193675079?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/5189163414193675079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=5189163414193675079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/5189163414193675079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/5189163414193675079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/choosing-best-road.html' title='Choosing the best road'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-3640560056649200678</id><published>2011-11-25T20:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:05:32.052+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring love</title><content type='html'>‘I’ve always wanted to know if I was capable of loving my wife as much  as you love yours,’ said the journalist Keichiro to my publisher Satoshi  Gungi over supper one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘There is nothing else but love,’ came the reply. ‘It is love that keeps the world turning and the stars in their spheres.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I know. But how can I know if my love is big enough?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Ask yourself if you give yourself fully or if you flee from your  emotions, but do not ask yourself if your love is big enough, because  love is neither big nor small, it is simply love.&lt;br /&gt;‘You cannot measure a feeling the way you measure a road.&lt;br /&gt;‘If you do that, you will start comparing your love with what others tell you of theirs or with your own expectations of love.&lt;br /&gt;‘That way, you will always be listening to some story, rather than pushing your emotions to their limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just copied this from Paulo Coelho's blog. Inspiring Man he is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-3640560056649200678?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/3640560056649200678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=3640560056649200678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/3640560056649200678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/3640560056649200678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2011/11/measuring-love.html' title='Measuring love'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-54247576591793224</id><published>2009-10-16T16:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:17:38.669+07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPINK 2 (Princess Protection Program)</title><content type='html'>Kemenangan Puteri Ariana di cerita sebelumnya tidak bertahan lama. Ada ancaman dari Aluna yang kabur entah kemana. Ternyata dia mengumpulkan pasukan dari pasukan makhluk luar angkasa. Rencana pertamanya adalah membebaskan Ratu Elena. Aluna tidak akan berhasil tanpa bantuan Ratu Elena. Makhluk luar angkasa yang berhasil kabur dari JAPINK terkejut karena didatangi oleh Aluna, pelayan puteri yang menyamar menjadi puteri Ariana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makhluk luar angkasa itu tidak bisa menolak tawaran Aluna untuk bekerjasama dengannya. Berita ini diketahui oleh Azura. Azura segera melapor kepada pangeran Peter. Pangeran Peter mengumpulkan beberapa orangnya untuk membahas tentang masalah ini. Tanpa Ariana dalam sebuah rapat, Pangeran Peter, Panglima Antonio, Azura sebagai saksi kunci dan pembesar yang lainnya. Pangeran Peter akhirnya membentuk sebuah Program yang disebut Princess Protection Program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program bentukan pangeran Peter ini hanya diketahui orang-orang tertentu. Puteri Ariana sendiri tidak tahu akan hal ini, bahkan Raja Edward juga tidak tahu karena Raja Edward sedang melakukan perjalanan menuju Kerajaan Biru. Pangeran Peter segera membawa Putri Ariana menuju tempat tersembunyi yang tidak diketahui seorang pun kecuali pangeran Peter dan Azura. Tempat itu bernama SnoftyBreeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di SnoftyBreeze Azura menemani Ariana. Namun ada hal yang membuat Azura harus segera kembali ke kerajaan. Orang kepercayaan puteri Ariana, yaitu puteri Asslyn menggantikan Azura untuk menjaga putri Ariana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azura dibutuhkan di kerajaan karena dia juga adalah seorang ahli taktik peperangan. Dan Azura memegang kunci bagaimana caranya mengalahkan Aluna. Ada sebuah rahasia yang tidak seorangpun yang tahu. Rahasia ini adalah kunci dari semua pemecahan masalah ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azura diangkat sebagai prajurit istimewa pelindung kerajaan untuk sementara karena raja Edward sedang pergi. Di dalam misinya menjaga kerajaan pink, Azura menemukan sesuatu yang ganjil terjadi di diri pangeran Peter, dia seperti menjadi penguasa utuh di kerajaan pink. dia seperti lupa akan kerajaannya sendiri sehingga yang mengurusi kerajaannya kini adalah ayahnya, padahal ayahnya sebentar lagi harus turun tahta. memang pengaruh kerajaan pink sangat besar. Layaknya kerajaan terbesar diantara kerajaan lainnya di BreezeLand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azura dan panglima Antonio segera turun tangan sebelum adanya korban lagi yang terpengaaruh kekuatan Aluna. Bisa saja pangeran Peter sekarang berada dibawah kendali Aluna yang jahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku harus fokus pada misiku untuk menemukan adikku yang hilang, dimana dia sebenarnya. Ayahanda bilang dia ada disini. di JAPINK" Antonio bicara sendiri di ruangannya. Dan terdengar perkataan itu oleh Azura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jadi kau sedang mencari adikmu? boleh aku membantu. yang membuatku heran, sebenarnya kau ini siapa. apa benar kau adalah panglima dari kerajaan hijau. Menurut yang aku dengar dari pangeran Peter, kau tiba-tiba datang menyelamatkan pangeran"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yah, sebenarnya aku bukan dari BreezeLand. aku berasal dari sebelah utara SnoftyBreeze, jadi itu sangat jauh dari sini. tempatku bernama DizzLand. aku adalah pangeran dari kerajaan bintang. Aku kesini mencari adikku yang hilang saat keluargaku berkunjung kesini. Dia diculik oleh perampok yang bernama James Hood, dan sekarang dia sudah menjadi orang baik. Tapi dia lupa adikku ada dimana. Menurut petunjuk ayahanda, Adikku itu memiliki kemampuan seperti ibuku. dia adalah seorang ahli panah dan mengerti strategi perang. Kami orang-orang dari kerajaan bintang tidak bisa dipengaruhi pikirannya oleh kekuatan apapun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, itu terdengar seperti aku." jawab Azura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya, aku baru sadar sekarang. Pikiranmu tidak bisa dipengaruhi kalau kau dekat denganku, orang dari Kerajaan bintang. adikku itu memiliki sebuah kalung biru berbentuk hati. apa kau punya yang seperti ini?" tanya Antonio sambil menunjukkan sebuah kalung bermata biru berbentuk hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sepertinya aku pernah melihatnya. sebentar.. nah, ini dia." jawab azura sambil menunjukkan kalung yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ternyata selama ini yang kucari adalah kau, Azura. Puteri Azura dari kerajaan bintang. kau harus kembali ke kerajaan bintang. Ayahanda pasti sudah menunggumu. begitu juga Ibunda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak bisa. aku senang mengetahui kalau ka adalah kakakku. tapi masalah kerajaan pink dengan Aluna tidak bisa didiamkan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku percaya padamu. kau pasti akan berhasil mengalahkan Aluna an menyelamatkan kerajaan ini. tempat kau tinggal selama ini. Aku akan melindingimu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Terimakasih kak. tapi sebaiknya hal ini kita rahasiakan terlebih dahulu sampai kita berhasil melindungi JAPINK dan puteri Ariana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di SnoftyBreeze, puteri Ariana dan puteri Asslyn belajar memahami tumbuhan yang hidup di SnoftyBreeze. Disana mereka bertemu seorang penduduk yang tinggal sendiri disana, bisa dibilang sebagai penjaga SnoftyBreeze, namanya Henry. dia mengajarkan Asslyn soal pengobatan untuk orang yang berada dibawah kendali kekuatan jahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disisi lain, pasukan Aluna sudah bertambah banyak. Peperangan tak dapat dihindarkan pada hari dimana cahaya menyentuh bumi dan malam hari bulan bersinar sangat terang. Disana, ada kejadian yang sangat menakjubkan. kekuatan Azura tidak sebanyak kekuatan Aluna. Pasuka kerajaan pink berkurang drastis. tiba-tiba kalung Azura dan panglima Antonio keluar cahaya berpijar yang tiba-tiba membuat semua pasukan Aluna yang berbentuk makhluk luar angkasa menjadi manusia normal. Tak ada pikiran seorangpun yang ada dibawah kendali Aluna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kekuatannya muncul. Dia datang. kita selamat Azura. Yang dikutuk terselamatkan." kata antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"siapa orang-orang ini. mengapa mereka berubah menjadi seperti kita?" tanya Azura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sepertinya mereka orang-orang yang disihir oleh Aluna. mereka sepertinya berasal dari gunung zunea. tempat itu dulu adalah kerajaan yang sangat indah dan megah. jangan-jangan, Aluna itu adalah puteri dari kerajaan pink dimasa Raja Philip. berarti Aluna itu adalah kakak Raja Edward yang menjadi penyihir. cerita itu sangat terkenal. Raja Edward yang dinobatkan menjadi penguasa baru di JAPINK membuat Aluna atau yang dulu dikenal dengan puteri Belina menjadi marah dan pergi. Dia menghancurkan kerajaan merah di pulau Zunea. itu sebagai balas dendamnya kepada raja dari kerajaan merah. dan  mengambil semua rakyat kerajaan merah. mereka kembali sekarang. kita harus mencari Aluna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apa yang akan dilakukan Azura dan Antonio setelah mereka memecahkan semua misteri dibalik Aluna yang jahat??? tunggu kelanjutan kisahnya)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-54247576591793224?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/54247576591793224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=54247576591793224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/54247576591793224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/54247576591793224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2009/10/japink-2-princess-protection-program.html' title='JAPINK 2 (Princess Protection Program)'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-8656408829359159853</id><published>2009-10-02T18:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:01:17.702+07:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPINK (keraJAan PINK)</title><content type='html'>so, cerita ini dimulai karena ada yang pakai JAket PINK. gak nyambung sih. jadi ada sebuah keraJAan yang dipimpin oleh seorang raja yang memakai jubah (jaket jadi jubah) PINK, namanya King Edward. lalu ada ratu bernama Ratu Elena yang memiliki seorang puteri. puteri ini bernama Ariana (maaf tiba-tiba keinget sama nama ini). Ratu Elena sangat senang bersama Puterinya satu-satunya. Puterinya itu adalah seorang yang sangat ceria. Puterinya memiliki pelayan pribadi sejak ia remaja, pelayannya adalah orang-orang yang seumuran dengannya. dia memiliki 2 orang pelayan, Aluna dan Azura. Aluna adalah pelayan Puteri Ariana yang mengurusi keperluan pakaian Puteri Ariana. Aluna adalah penjahit yang terkemuka di Kerajaan tersebut. sedang Azura mengurusi jadwal sehari-hari Puteri Ariana. Puteri Ariana memiliki seorang sahabat dekat bernama Puteri Ashlyn. Puteri Ashlyn adalah puteri Raja dari kerajaan Biru. suatu hari terjadi keributan di istanna. Ratu Elena tiba-tiba pingsan, Ariana panik. ketika ibunya bangun, Ariana menanyakan hal apa yang telah terjadi. Ratu Elena menjelaskan semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ariana putriku, Ayahandamu diculik oleh makhluk tak dikenal. ibu sempat melihat rupa makhluk itu. Ariana, tolong jangan tinggalkan ibu. Ibu takut kau akan diculik juga oleh makhluk itu. Ibu akan mengadakan sayembara bagi yang bisa menyelamatkan Raja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariana kaget mendengar hal itu. dua hari kemudian, Ratu Elena mengadakan pertemuan dengan seluruh Raja dan Ratu di Breezeland untuk meminta bantuan mereka. Raja dan Ratu di Breezeland bersedia membantu karaJAan PINK. ada yang mengirim para ksatrianya, bahkan ada satu pangeran yang memaksa ingin menyelamatkan Raja Edward. dia adalah Putra dari kerajaan Hijau, namanya Pangeran Peter. saat itulah, Ariana merasakan ada seorang penyelamat yang akan berhasil membawa Ayahnya kembali. Ariana merencanakan sesuatu dengan kedua pelayan dan sahabatnya. karena Aluna sangat mirip dengan Ariana, Puteri Ariana menugaskan Aluna untuk menyamar menjadi dirinya. hanya perlu beberapa hari untuk melatihnya menjadi seorang Puteri. Ariana menceritakan rencananya itu pada Pangeran Peter. tadinya Peter sangat khawatir akan keselamatan Ariana. tetapi, rencana Ariana untuk ikut bersama Peter menyelamatkan Raja Edward terpenuhi. Peter mengizinkan Ariana, Ashlyn, dan Azura ikut bersamanya. mereka akhirnya berangkat sebelum fajar. Di rombongan itu ada Pangeran Peter, Panglimanya, dan seorang pelayannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hutan scarewood ada kejadian yang menjadi hambatan menuju markas tempat makhluk asing atau makhluk luar angkasa berada. Hutan scarewood dihuni oleh kawanan perampok yang dipimpin oleh James Hood (???, lol). Pangeran Peter dan panglimanya yang bernama Antonio Gaze berusaha menghalangi kawanan James Hood. Walau mereka berhasil lari dari para perampok itu, puteri Ariana tetap terluka terkena salah satu senjata dari anak buah James Hood. Untunglah mereka bersama puteri Ashlyn yang seorang tabib kerajaan juga (padahal sih tukang jamu, biar keren dikit dah). Dengan ramuannya, puteri Ariana dapat diselamatkan.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka juga harus menyeberangi pulau Zunea yang tak berpenghuni, disana ada gunung tempat dimana mkhluk luar angkasa bersembunyi. Pangeran Peter, panglima Antonio, dan pelayan pangeran membuat rakit sambil menunggu pulihnya puteri Ariana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kerajaan sendiiri ada kekacauan, penyebabnya adalah hilangnya Raja Edward. Sehingga Ratu Elena mengambil alih kekuasaan untuk menenangkan rakyatnya. Aluna yang menyamar menjadi Ariana mulai menyukai perannya sebagai seorang Puteri. Aluna menjadi berubah sejak kepergian Ariana. Aluna mulai menunjukkan kejahatan dengan berlaku sewenang-wenang kepada para pelayan kerajaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya rombongan pangeran Peter dan puteri Ariana sambai di pulau Zunea. Mereka menyusuri hutan dan lembah yang terjal. Di dalam perjalanan itu, Ariana merencanakan rencana jahat untuk pelayannya yaitu Azura. Jika ia tidak berhasil membawa Ayahnya dengan diam-diam, dia akan mengorbankan Azura kepada makhluk luar angkasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya mereka sampai juga di gunung Draken. Mereka mnegendap-endap memasuki istana makhluk luar angkasa yang gelap dan kotor. Ariana dan Peter berhasil menemukan Raja Edward. Mereka berusaha mengalihkan perhatian penjaga dengan membuat keributan yang dilakukan oleh pelayan pangeran Peter dan panglima Antonio. Ketika penjaga lengah, Peter melepaskan gembok penjara Raja Edward. Namun sayang, Pemimpin para makhluk luar angkasa yang menculik Raja Edward keluar dan terjadi peperangan. Makhluk luar angkasa itu memiliki kemampuan untuk mengendalikan manusia. Tapi tidak untuk mengendalikan orang-orang yang memiliki darah bangsawan dan memakai kalung saphir khusus buatan Sir Nicolas Anderson. Dan kalung-kalung itu hanya dipakai oleh puteri Ariana, puteri Ashlyn, pangeran Peter, panglima Antonio dan Raja Edward. sehingga Azura dan pelayan pangeran Peter tak terselamatkan dari pengaruh makhluk luar angkasa itu. Tetapi tiba-tiba panglima Antonio melepas kalungnya dan memakaikannya kepada Azura. Puteri Ariana, Pangeran Peter, Raja Edward, dan puteri Ashlyn dapat langsung melarikan diri dan lari menuju kaki gunung Draken. mereka langsung keluar dari pulau Zunea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka akhirnya selamat sampai ke keraJAan PINK. Ternyata disana rakyat telah menunggu kedatangan Raja mereka. Namun ada satu keributan lagi, Aluna yang menyamar menjadi puteri Ariana tidak meu mengaku kalau dia adalah pelayan Ariana sehingga terjadi perdebatan, mereka menjadi sangat mirip dan tidak bisa dibedakan. Ternyata Aluna meminta bantuan penyihir untuk membuatnya menjadi sangat serupa dengan Ariana. Namun sayangnya Ariana tidak berhasil membuat rakyatnya percaya kalau dia adalah puteri yang sesungguhnya.&lt;br /&gt;Raja Edward menemukan sesuatu yang mengejutkannya, dia melihat Ratu Elena masuk ke kamar rahasia dan ternyata dia menemui makhluk luar angkasa dan sedang memarahi makhluk luar angkasa tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dasar bodoh!!! kau kan sudah ku beri kekuatan untuk mengendalikan Edward yang dungu itu, kenapa kau bisa membuatnya lari. apa kau tidak bisa menangani 3 orang anak kecil. tapi tak apa, setidaknya kau tidak melukai Peter, dia adalah anak sepupuku. kita harus membuat rencana lain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makhluk luar angkasa itu berkata,&lt;br /&gt;"ampun Ratu Elena. mohon ampun. jangan cabut kekuatanku. rencana selanjutnya pasti akan berhasil. kerajaan ini hanya milikmu ratu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raja Edward sangat marah dan kecewa sehingga dia langsung masuk ke kamar rahasia itu dan mengutuk Ratu Elena yang ia cintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maafkan aku Elena, kau telah menipuku. aku terpaksa melakukan ini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya Ratu Elena menjadi tidak bisa melakukan apa-apa lagi, dia hanya bisa melihat. Tidak bisa bergerak. Hanya menjadi simbol Ratu di keraJAan PINK. Sedangkan makhluk luar angkasa itu juga dicabut kekuatannya oleh Raja Edward dan dijadikan sebagai tahanan sekaligus budak kerajaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangeran Peter tetap mempercayai puteri Ariana, hingga dia sering mengunjungi Ariana di penjara. Puteri Ariana di penjara karena ulah Aluna yang menjadi Ariana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keadaan berbalik setelah banyak perubahan. Tiba-tiba Azura dan panglima Antonio datang ke keraJAan PINK. Banyak yang mengira mereka tidak selamat. Mereka hanya datang berdua, pelayan pangeran Peter tidak selamat karena menyelamatkan mereka berdua (so sweet :p). Azura menjelaskan semuanya kepada rakyat keraJAan PINK dan Raja Edward. mereka percaya pada Azura, Azura tidak pernah berbohong untuk urusan yang sangat serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aluna yang menyadari kekalahannya tiba-tiba menghilang dan tidak pernah diketahui keberadaannya. Pangeran Peter dan puteri Azura akhirnya bisa menyelamatkan kerajaannya dari kejahatan Aluna. Puteri Ashlyn kembali ke kerajaan biru dan membuka pengobatak gratis untuk rakyat miskin. Sungguh beruntung Ariana memiliki teman seperti Ashlyn. Tidak heran, pangeran yang terkenal baik (masa sih baik??) dari kerajaan putih yaitu pangeran (XXX) sangat menaruh hati pada puteri Ashlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangeran Peter bersama Puteri Ariana terkenal sangat dekat setelah kejadian ini, hubungan diplomatis keraJAan PINK dan kerajaan hijau menjadi baik walaupun sepupu Raja William dari kerajaan hijau atau ayahanda pangeran Peter yaitu Ratu Elena marah karena Raja Edward mengutuk sepupunya itu. Tetapi setelah dijelaskan, raja Willian bisa memahaminya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breezeland menjadi tenang kembali, hubungan antar kerajaan-kerajaan didalamnya sangat harmonis. Perampok di hutan Scarewood yang dipimpin oleh James Hood dapat ditaklukkan dan dibimbin dalam sebuah pelatihan. Akhirnya kawanan itu menjadi prajurit keraJAan PINK dan yang lainnya. Puteri Ariana selalu berdo'a agar keadaan itu tetap bertahan selamanya harmonis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D THE END :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7789695620894682944-8656408829359159853?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/8656408829359159853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=8656408829359159853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/8656408829359159853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/8656408829359159853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2009/10/japink-kerajaan-pink.html' title='JAPINK (keraJAan PINK)'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789695620894682944.post-2663406178010864866</id><published>2009-01-20T12:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:59:04.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aj kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time, there was a kingdom named Zargonium,a mightiest kingdom in that time. and there was another small kingdom under Zargonium. One of them is Radon. Radon kingdom ruled by a king named Halides. He had a princess named Catalysta. One day,there was a witch cursed the Radon kingdom. All the people in that kingdom became lazy to work. So the Radon kingdom became a poor kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catalysta felt sad because of this condition. One day, she tried to solve her kingdom problem. She met a man and then the man told her the way for solving her kingdom problem. Catalysta should meet the king of the greatest kingdom, the Zargonium's king. Two days after she knew the way for solving her kingdom problem, she went to Zargonium. She went there with her private assistance. After one month journey, they arrived in Zargonium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catalysta was checked by the guardians. Catalysta and her assistance came inside the Kingdom. Suddenly, Catalysta saw a strange man, the man was different from the others. Catalysta came over to that man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hi, my name is Catalysta, from Radon. Hm, i'm looking for the palace, could you show me? I never been here before."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the man didn't answer. He just went away from Catalysta. Then Catalysta followed that man. The man ran faster. Then the man arrived in front of a palace. The guardians bowed to that man. Catalysta felt confused. Then She and her assistance went on to the palace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guardians allowed Catalysta to came in. Catalysta came over to the king. She told her kingdom problem to the king. Then she told the king about the man she was met. Suddenly there was a man out from a room, Catalysta was surprised, he is the man who she has met in town. who is that guy? why is he been there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTNUED ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7789695620894682944-2663406178010864866?l=aida5893.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/feeds/2663406178010864866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7789695620894682944&amp;postID=2663406178010864866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/2663406178010864866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7789695620894682944/posts/default/2663406178010864866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aida5893.blogspot.com/2009/01/aj-kingdom.html' title='aj kingdom'/><author><name>Aida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04017198848325622306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRlZ6grm2VI/Ts-PJ93YJvI/AAAAAAAAABc/TQtdMVLg-mc/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
