<?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-6322784310865264467</id><updated>2011-12-29T05:40:20.987-08:00</updated><category term='Story'/><category term='Stuck'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Linkin Park'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Scorpions'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Alicia Keys'/><category term='Saras Dewi'/><category term='Computer'/><title type='text'>Love Isn't</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-7154698375943728906</id><published>2008-06-28T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:31:32.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>MARRIAD IN BALI PART 2 - MEANING AND SYMBOL</title><content type='html'>Marriage Law no. 1 in 1974, its validity of a marriage is based on  each religion law. So for Hindu believer, through ritual process so-called " Mekala-kalaan" ( natab banten), usually be puput by a pinandita. This ceremony performed  in house yard ( middle of natah) because it is central point of strength " Kala Bhucari" as region power madyaning housing field. Makala-kalaan comes from word " kala" is meaning energy. Kala is manifestation of kama strength which having quality of giant ( asuri sampad), so that it can give influence to marriage couple  which usualy called as  "  sebel kandel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With ceremony mekala-kalaan as supporting facilities for neutralize ( nyomia) strength of kala having the character of negative in order to become kala hita or change to become quality of deity ( Daiwi Sampad). So by requesting blessing from Sang Hyang Kala Bhucari, nyomia Sang Hyang Kala Nareswari becomes Sang Hyang Semara Jaya and Sang Hyang Semara Ratih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ceremony  mekala-kalaan means as authentication of marriage couple through hallowing process, at the same time sanctifies seed contained both couple, in the form of sukla ( spermatozoa) from the bridegroom and ( ovum) from the groom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-7154698375943728906?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7154698375943728906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=7154698375943728906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7154698375943728906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7154698375943728906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/06/marriad-in-bali-part-2-meaning-and.html' title='MARRIAD IN BALI PART 2 - MEANING AND SYMBOL'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-1256161887997976066</id><published>2008-06-21T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:26:58.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia Keys'/><title type='text'>MARRIAGE AND BALI CASTE</title><content type='html'>Marriage of couple will not be confessed in Bali society otherwise they did traditional ceremony in trust of Hinduism and the couple will be excommunicated from their countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three marriage styles in Bali:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  Ngerorod    : Where men and woman arranges meeting somewhere according the vision of  girl’s parent and spends the night together in house of a friend. In this situation, the girl is not allowed to return to her parent and stay, and curriculum vitae life is beforehand, but in most  the girl’s parent is no wonder. They make exhibition either pretend to get restless of the naughty of the boy and his family  for their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Memadik  : Form of marriage in Bali which the parent and member of family of   the boy comes to the girl’s parent house and with respect asks their daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  Nyentana  : Marriage system in Bali which the boy go to the girl house and thereafter belong to the  girl’s family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After usul or escapee, a priest does simple ceremony to call mekala-kalaan, it is look like marriage of small civil in west world. The couple use traditional clothes of Bali so that they have been married legally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy in general has reception for friends which is not invited until traditional ceremony been held. Three days after marriage procession, the family visit the son of girl’s family, in its house, the ceremony of ketipat bantal is done. Mantras sung and devoting given to clean sperm and egg in hoping both of them would free of badness influence and devil will not bother in embryo forming. Last years ago, system of marriage in Bali is very strick. Only couple from the same caste may married, to look after purity of caste system. In this era now, caste system shall no longer hold still be such about flexibility of bali and more excrutiatingly is permitted.&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/6322784310865264467-1256161887997976066?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1256161887997976066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=1256161887997976066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/1256161887997976066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/1256161887997976066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/06/marriage-and-bali-caste.html' title='MARRIAGE AND BALI CASTE'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-5776221899230515344</id><published>2008-06-10T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:44:06.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>A Lion and a Mouse</title><content type='html'>A lion was awakened from sleep by a mouse running over his face. Rising up angrily, he caught him and was about to kill him when the mouse piteously entreated, saying, “if you would only spare my life, I would be sure to repay your kindness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lion laughed and let him go. It happened shortly after this that the lion was caught by some hunters, who bound him with strops to the ground. The mouse, recognizing his roar, came gnawed the rope with his teeth, and set him free, exclaiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“you ridiculed the idea of my ever being able to help you, expecting to receive from me any repayment of your favor; now you know that it is possible for even a mouse to confer benefits on a big lion.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-5776221899230515344?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5776221899230515344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=5776221899230515344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5776221899230515344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5776221899230515344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/06/lion-and-mouse.html' title='A Lion and a Mouse'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-5830052763342198293</id><published>2008-05-23T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:20:53.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Plagiarism</title><content type='html'>Plagiarism is the practice of claiming or implying original authorship of (or incorporating material from) someone else's written or creative work, in whole or in part, into one's own without adequate acknowledgement. Unlike cases of forgery, in which the authenticity of the writing, document, or some other kind of object itself is in question, plagiarism is concerned with the issue of false attribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within academia, plagiarism by students, professors, or researchers is considered academic dishonesty or academic fraud and offenders are subject to academic censure. In journalism, plagiarism is considered a breach of journalistic ethics, and reporters caught plagiarizing typically face disciplinary measures ranging from suspension to termination. Some individuals caught plagiarizing in academic or journalistic contexts claim that they plagiarized unintentionally, by failing to include quotations or give the appropriate citation. While plagiarism in scholarship and journalism has a centuries-old history, the development of the Internet, where articles appear as electronic text, has made the physical act of copying the work of others much easier, simply by copying and pasting text from one web page to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plagiarism is different from copyright infringement. While both terms may apply to a particular act, they emphasize different aspects of the transgression. Copyright infringement is a violation of the rights of the copyright holder, when material is used without the copyright holder's consent. On the other hand, plagiarism is concerned with the unearned increment to the plagiarizing author's reputation that is achieved through false claims of authorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plagiarism"&gt;click here to see more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph... I try not to be a plagiator wahaahaaaa like this, remember to include the source of the article&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-5830052763342198293?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5830052763342198293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=5830052763342198293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5830052763342198293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5830052763342198293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/05/plagiarism.html' title='Plagiarism'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-593058696227938244</id><published>2008-05-03T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T04:17:27.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saras Dewi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Lembayung Bali -- Saras Dewi</title><content type='html'>Menatap lembayung di langit Bali…&lt;br /&gt;dan kusadari…&lt;br /&gt;betapa berharga kenanganmu…&lt;br /&gt;Di kala jiwaku tak terbatas…&lt;br /&gt;bebas berandai memulang waktu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga masih bisa kuraih dirimu…&lt;br /&gt;sosok yang mengisi kehampaan kalbuku…&lt;br /&gt;Bilakah diriku berucap maaf…&lt;br /&gt;masa yang tlah kuingkari dan meninggalkanmu…&lt;br /&gt;oh…. cinta………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teman yang terhanyut arus waktu…&lt;br /&gt;mekar mendewasa…&lt;br /&gt;masih kusimpan senda tawa kita…&lt;br /&gt;kembalilah sahabat lawasku…&lt;br /&gt;semarakkan keheningan lubuk…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga masih bisa kurangkul kalian…&lt;br /&gt;sosok yang mengaliri cawan hidupku…&lt;br /&gt;Bilakah kita menangis bersama…&lt;br /&gt;tegar melawan tempaan semangatmu itu…&lt;br /&gt;oh…. jingga…………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga masih bisa kuraih dirimu…&lt;br /&gt;sosok yang mengisi kehampaan kalbuku…&lt;br /&gt;Bilakah diriku berucap maaf…&lt;br /&gt;masa yang tlah kuingkari dan meninggalkanmu…&lt;br /&gt;oh…. cinta………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga masih bisa kurangkul kalian…&lt;br /&gt;sosok yang mengaliri cawan hidupku…&lt;br /&gt;Bilakah kita menangis bersama…&lt;br /&gt;tegar melawan tempaan semangatmu itu…&lt;br /&gt;oh…. jingga…………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga masih bisa kujangkau cahaya…&lt;br /&gt;senyum yang menyalakan hasrat diriku…&lt;br /&gt;Bilakah kuhentikan pasir waktu…&lt;br /&gt;tak terbangun dari khayal keajaiban ini…&lt;br /&gt;oh… mimpi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai ada satu cara&lt;br /&gt;tuk kembali menatap agung surya-Mu&lt;br /&gt;lembayung Bali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-593058696227938244?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/593058696227938244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=593058696227938244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Story'/><title type='text'>How To Eat Fried Worms</title><content type='html'>Mitch Forrester and his wife Helen moved to a new town with their son, Billy. Billy was 11 years old, he also should adapt with new environment because he must go to a new elementary school and felt feared for his naughty friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All students in Billy’s new school, except Erika Ranzy who was tall and sweet, were not easy to accept Billy. A bad boy named Joe Guire and his gang did something bad, by putting worms in Billy food supply. However, Billy shocked everyone by eating all of those worms. This led to dreadful bet, on Saturday, Billy must eat ten worms witnessed by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, before the bet began, Joe gang tried to do anything so that Billy lost the bet. This was answered by determination of Billy to try to eat worms a lot more and tried to hold the awful taste. Of course, all of this was done by Billy to shut the naughty boy up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This effort to be able to defeat the bad Joe came to success, Billy was able to appreciate the friendship and tolerance more deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-7605632973610686471?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7605632973610686471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=7605632973610686471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7605632973610686471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7605632973610686471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-eat-fried-worms.html' title='How To Eat Fried Worms'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-2608177504840971853</id><published>2008-04-07T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:20:54.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>youtube malang......................</title><content type='html'>youtube had been blocked by Menkoninfo :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.... ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-2608177504840971853?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2608177504840971853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=2608177504840971853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2608177504840971853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2608177504840971853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/04/youtube-malang.html' title='youtube malang......................'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-8317538931278067476</id><published>2008-04-05T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:27:30.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linkin Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>"Shadow Of The Day" -- Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>I close both locks below the window&lt;br /&gt;I close both blinds and turn away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes solutions aren't so simple&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes good bye's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;The sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;[End Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cards and flowers on your window&lt;br /&gt;Your friends all plead for you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes good bye's the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;The sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shadow of the day&lt;br /&gt;Will embrace the world in grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will set for you&lt;br /&gt;[End Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: http://www.azlyrics.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-8317538931278067476?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8317538931278067476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=8317538931278067476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/8317538931278067476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/8317538931278067476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/04/shadow-of-day-linkin-park.html' title='&quot;Shadow Of The Day&quot; -- Linkin Park'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-2829050877410196408</id><published>2008-04-05T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:07:52.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia Keys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>No One -- Alicia Keys</title><content type='html'>I just want you close&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay forever&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;That it will only get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking they can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all i know is everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;You will always be around&lt;br /&gt;This I know for certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking they can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all i know is everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people search the world&lt;br /&gt;To find something like what we have&lt;br /&gt;I know people will try try to divide something so real&lt;br /&gt;So till the end of time I'm telling you there ain't no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: http://www.elyrics.net/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-2829050877410196408?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2829050877410196408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=2829050877410196408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2829050877410196408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2829050877410196408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-one-alicia-keys.html' title='No One -- Alicia Keys'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-3994506377779436550</id><published>2008-04-04T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:40:00.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scorpions'/><title type='text'>Send Me an Angel -- Scorpions</title><content type='html'>The wise man said just walk this way&lt;br /&gt;To the dawn of the light&lt;br /&gt;The wind will blow into your face&lt;br /&gt;As the years pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Hear this voice from deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It's the call of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and your will find&lt;br /&gt;The passage out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Will you send me an angel&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;In the land of the morning star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man said just find your place&lt;br /&gt;In the eye of the storm&lt;br /&gt;Seek the roses along the way&lt;br /&gt;Just beware of the thorns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Will you send me an angel&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;In the land of the morning star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man said just raise your hand&lt;br /&gt;And reach out for the spell&lt;br /&gt;Find the door to the promised land&lt;br /&gt;Just believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Hear this voice from deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It's the call of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and your will find&lt;br /&gt;The passage out of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Will you send me an angel&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;In the land of the morning star&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Will you send me an angel&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;In the land of the morning star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-3994506377779436550?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3994506377779436550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=3994506377779436550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/3994506377779436550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/3994506377779436550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/04/send-me-angel-scorpions.html' title='Send Me an Angel -- Scorpions'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-8437068783184188033</id><published>2008-04-04T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:39:18.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scorpions'/><title type='text'>Wind of Change -- Scorpions</title><content type='html'>I follow the Moskva&lt;br /&gt;Down to Gorky Park&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the wind of change&lt;br /&gt;An August summer night&lt;br /&gt;Soldiers passing by&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the wind of change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world closing in&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever think&lt;br /&gt;That we could be so close,like brothers&lt;br /&gt;The future's in the air&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Blowing with the wind of change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the magic of the moment&lt;br /&gt;On a glory night&lt;br /&gt;Where the children of tomorrow dream away&lt;br /&gt;In the wind of change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;Distant memories&lt;br /&gt;Are buried in the past forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fallow the Moskva&lt;br /&gt;Down to Gorky Park&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the wind of change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the magic of the moment&lt;br /&gt;On a glory night&lt;br /&gt;Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams&lt;br /&gt;With you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the magic of the moment&lt;br /&gt;On a glory night&lt;br /&gt;Where the children of tomorrow dream away&lt;br /&gt;In the wind of change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind of change blows straight&lt;br /&gt;Into the face of time&lt;br /&gt;Like a stormwind that will ring&lt;br /&gt;The freedom bell for peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Let your balalaika sing&lt;br /&gt;What my guitar wants to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the magic of the moment&lt;br /&gt;On a glory night&lt;br /&gt;Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams&lt;br /&gt;With you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the magic of the moment&lt;br /&gt;On a glory night&lt;br /&gt;Where the children of tomorrow dream away&lt;br /&gt;In the wind of change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-8437068783184188033?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8437068783184188033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=8437068783184188033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/8437068783184188033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/8437068783184188033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/04/wind-of-change-scorpions.html' title='Wind of Change -- Scorpions'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-7809516654476864822</id><published>2008-04-04T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:35:50.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Still Loving You -- Scorpions</title><content type='html'>Time, it needs time&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can bring back your love someday.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight, babe, I'll fight&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can break down the walls someday.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start,&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has build a wall, so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get through.&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again?&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try, baby try&lt;br /&gt;To trust in my love again.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your love&lt;br /&gt;Just shouldn't be thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start,&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has build a wall, so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I can't get through.&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we'd go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start,&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I've hurt your pride, and I know&lt;br /&gt;What you've been through.&lt;br /&gt;You should give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;This can't be the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you,&lt;br /&gt;I need your love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you.&lt;br /&gt;Still loving you, baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-7809516654476864822?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7809516654476864822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=7809516654476864822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7809516654476864822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7809516654476864822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-loving-you-scorpions.html' title='Still Loving You -- Scorpions'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-4655496587193423648</id><published>2008-03-29T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:13:37.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Panic At The Disco -- Nine In The Afternoon</title><content type='html'>Back to the street where we began&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as good as lovers can, you know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we're feeling so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pickin’ up things we shouldn’t read&lt;br /&gt;It looks like the end of history as we know&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the street where we began&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as good as love, you could, you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into a place where thoughts can bloom&lt;br /&gt;Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;And we know that it could be&lt;br /&gt;And we know that it should&lt;br /&gt;And you know that you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's nine in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes are the size of the moon&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good&lt;br /&gt;just the way that we do&lt;br /&gt;When it's nine in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the size of the moon&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the street&lt;br /&gt;Down to our feet&lt;br /&gt;Losing the feeling of feeling unique&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place&lt;br /&gt;Where we used to say&lt;br /&gt;Man it feels good to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the street, back to the place,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the room where it all began, hey&lt;br /&gt;Back to the room where it all began&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's nine in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the size of the moon&lt;br /&gt;You could 'cause you can so you do&lt;br /&gt;We're feeling so good&lt;br /&gt;Just the way that we do&lt;br /&gt;When it's nine in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;[x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: http://www.plyrics.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-4655496587193423648?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4655496587193423648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=4655496587193423648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/4655496587193423648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/4655496587193423648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/03/panic-at-disco-nine-in-afternoon.html' title='Panic At The Disco -- Nine In The Afternoon'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-6914782500601953432</id><published>2008-03-29T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:12:37.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Grebeg and History of The Palace</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn253/jahsulitbener/sss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Javanese term “Anggarebeg” has a meaning accompanying the king, or bridgeroom. I the past time there was a history told that the kings of Java laways conducted ceremony to save the palace every new year, an it was called rojowedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objective of safety ceremony, that the essence of it was an animal sacrificial ceremony, was for God almighty gave protection, safety to the king, the kingdom and the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that occasion, the people came to the king to deliver their loyalty and obedience. The history gave clues that in the past time, there was royal custom to held an animal sacrificial ceremony every new year. The ceremony was conducted ini Bangsal Manguntur Tangkil Located in Sitihinggil, meaning the land made higher in front of the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunan Kalijogo knew that people like celebration, noisy related to ritual ceremony. Moreover, if the celebration was added with gamelan music, it was attracted people attention to come. Sunan Kalijaga came up with new ide to conduct celebration, noisy day to welcome every birthday of prophet Muhammad SAW in Rabiul awal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was possibility that in Mataram Palace, when the sultan prabu Hanyokro Kusumo started Grebeg Mulud tradition with pasowanan grebeg ceremony in sitihinggil with safety ceremony of kingdom by gunungan food worshipment to feast of big mosque. Grebeg was a kind of traditional custom of kasultanan palace of Yogyakarta for the first time held by the first sultan, that was Sultan Hamengkubuwono I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grebeg was a ceremony of kingdom that involving all members of kingdom, every officer of kingdom, from lower up to highest level, all society and an obergation for kolonial government to part in. grebeg had a religious nature, because it was commuted with the birthday of Nabi Muhammad, and also both of islamic big days. In the seven decades this century, grebeg was held from year to year attractively by bring back to live Sekaten tradition in North Square.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-6914782500601953432?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6914782500601953432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=6914782500601953432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/6914782500601953432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/6914782500601953432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/03/grebeg-and-history-of-palace.html' title='Grebeg and History of The Palace'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-5143450063139633821</id><published>2008-03-22T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:06:53.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Originate of Lake Toba</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="200" height="150" src="http://simalungunkab.go.id/en/gallery/file/DSC00628.JPG" caption="Lake Toba"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was a farmer, named  Toba , who was alone in the fertile and flat valley. The farmer was working in the ricefield and garden to make living.       &lt;br /&gt;Beside working his garden, sometimes the man went fishing to the river that not far away from his house. Every time he went fishing, he easily got fishes because the river was very clean and there were so many fishes. The fishes of his fishing then was cooked then he ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the afternoon, after going home from garden, the man went straight to the river to go fishing. But, there was quite a while he waited, there was no fish he got. It was something that he never experienced before. Because, it usually easy to get the fish in the river. Because there were no fish taking the bait, he became upset, and decided to stop fishing. But, when he wanted to draw his fishing tool, suddenly his bait was caught by fish, and brought it to the center of the river. His heart that was upset before became excited. Because he knew that the fish that take the bait was a big fish. After a while he just let his tools pulled away by fish, then he snatched the tools, and there was a big fish hanging on his tools fishing. Quickly, the fish was brought to the ground so it was not run away. When he wanted to release his fishhook, the fish was staring at him. After the fish was placed in some area, then the farmer went to the deep river to take a bath. He was very happy because he never got the fish with that big. He went home and brought the fish to the kitchen. When he wanted to set the fire to toast the fish, apparently, the woods were out. He went out to find the woods from his house. But, the fish was gone and the place where the fish was in, there were some gold coins. Because of surprised and amazed he experienced that thing, he left to the kitchen then went to the room.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the man opened his room, suddenly his blood was rushed out, because in his room, there was a woman standing with long spread hair. The woman was combing his hair while standing in front of the mirror hanging on the wall. After that the woman suddenly, turned around and stared at the man who was confused in front of the door. The man was amazed by the georgeous beauty of the woman. He had never seen such a beautiful woman though he  wandered far away to every country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was late at night, the woman wanted to turn light on. After the man turned the light on, he was asked by the woman to accompany her to the kitchen to cook rice for them. While waiting rice boiled, the woman told the story that she was a disquise from the big fish that the man got when he fished in the river. Then, she explained that some gold coins laid on the kitchen were form of her shel. After weeks later, the woman stated that she was willing to accept his propose, on condition that he must promise for the entire life that he would never reveal her origin that came from fish. After the man promise, then they got married. After a year, they got a son, his name was Samosir. The son was so spoiled by her mother, so he was not good in manner and lazy. After grown up, the boy was told by his mother to deliver rice everyday for his father that working in the garden. But, he often refused to do that duty, so his mother must deliver the rice itself to the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the boy was asked by his mother to deliver the rice to the garden for his father. Initially, he refused. But, because his mother forced him, then he went to deliver the rice upsetly. In the middle of the street, most of the rice and dishes were eaten by him. After arriving at the garden, the rice was just a litlle left, gave it to his father. When accepted it, the father was so hungry because the rice delivered too late. Therefore, the father was very furious to see the rice given to him was only remaining. His anger was more when the boy told that the rice was eaten by him. His patient was gone, and he hit the boy while said, ”You are a bad boy. Ugly boy. You are really  descent of woman from fish!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On tears, the boy ran home to see his mother in the house. He told to his mother that he was beaten by his father. All words his father said was told to his mother. After hearing that story, his mother was very upset, especially when her husband broke his promise with the insulted words he said to his son. His mother told to the son to go up on the hill not far away from there and to climb the highest tree on the top of the hill. Without question more, the boy did what his mother told him. His mother screamt that he was nearly getting there, the top of the highest tree on the top of the hill, then she ran away to the river not far away from the house. When she arrived at the bank of the river, he jumped to the river then suddenly she changed became a big fish. At the same time, the river flooded a big stream and the rain fallen down very hard. After a while, the river was flooded everywhere and the valley was whelming . Mr Toba could not resque himself, he was died drawning by whelming. After such a long time, the whelming was so wide spread and became a very big lake that in later time it was called Lake Toba. While the little island in the middle of the lake was called Samosir Island.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-5143450063139633821?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5143450063139633821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=5143450063139633821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5143450063139633821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5143450063139633821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/03/originate-of-lake-toba.html' title='Originate of Lake Toba'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-811141793888863960</id><published>2008-03-20T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:23:30.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>History and custom of Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.history.com/minisites/halloween/images/halloween_image.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is an annual celebration, but just what is it actually a celebration of? And how did this peculiar custom originate? Is it, as some claim, a kind of demon worship? Or is it just a harmless vestige of some ancient pagan ritual? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word itself, "Halloween," actually has its origins in the Catholic Church. It comes from a contracted corruption of All Hallows Eve. November 1, "All Hollows Day" (or "All Saints Day"), is a Catholic day of observance in honor of saints. But, in the 5th century BC, in Celtic Ireland, summer officially ended on October 31. The holiday was called Samhain (sow-en), the Celtic New year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One story says that, on that day, the disembodied spirits of all those who had died throughout the preceding year would come back in search of living bodies to possess for the next year. It was believed to be their only hope for the afterlife. The Celts believed all laws of space and time were suspended during this time, allowing the spirit world to intermingle with the living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, the still-living did not want to be possessed. So on the night of October 31, villagers would extinguish the fires in their homes, to make them cold and undesirable. They would then dress up in all manner of ghoulish costumes and noisily paraded around the neighborhood, being as destructive as possible in order to frighten away spirits looking for bodies to possess. &lt;br /&gt;Probably a better explanation of why the Celts extinguished their fires was not to discourage spirit possession, but so that all the Celtic tribes could relight their fires from a common source, the Druidic fire that was kept burning in the Middle of Ireland, at Usinach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some accounts tell of how the Celts would burn someone at the stake who was thought to have already been possessed, as sort of a lesson to the spirits. Other accounts of Celtic history debunk these stories as myth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Romans adopted the Celtic practices as their own. But in the first century AD, Samhain was assimilated into celebrations of some of the other Roman traditions that took place in October, such as their day to honor Pomona, the Roman goddess of fruit and trees. The symbol of Pomona is the apple, which might explain the origin of our modern tradition of bobbing for apples on Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrust of the practices also changed over time to become more ritualized. As belief in spirit possession waned, the practice of dressing up like hobgoblins, ghosts, and witches took on a more ceremonial role. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The custom of Halloween was brought to America in the 1840's by Irish immigrants fleeing their country's potato famine. At that time, the favorite pranks in New England included tipping over outhouses and unhinging fence gates. &lt;br /&gt;The custom of trick-or-treating is thought to have originated not with the Irish Celts, but with a ninth-century European custom called souling. On November 2, All Souls Day, early Christians would walk from village to village begging for "soul cakes," made out of square pieces of bread with currants. The more soul cakes the beggars would receive, the more prayers they would promise to say on behalf of the dead relatives of the donors. At the time, it was believed that the dead remained in limbo for a time after death, and that prayer, even by strangers, could expedite a soul's passage to heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jack-o-lantern custom probably comes from Irish folklore. As the tale is told, a man named Jack, who was notorious as a drunkard and trickster, tricked Satan into climbing a tree. Jack then carved an image of a cross in the tree's trunk, trapping the devil up the tree. Jack made a deal with the devil that, if he would never tempt him again, he would promise to let him down the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the folk tale, after Jack died, he was denied entrance to Heaven because of his evil ways, but he was also denied access to Hell because he had tricked the devil. Instead, the devil gave him a single ember to light his way through the frigid darkness. The ember was placed inside a hollowed-out turnip to keep it glowing longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irish used turnips as their "Jack's lanterns" originally. But when the immigrants came to America, they found that pumpkins were far more plentiful than turnips. So the Jack-O-Lantern in America was a hollowed-out pumpkin, lit with an ember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although some cults may have adopted Halloween as their favorite "holiday," the day itself did not grow out of evil practices. It grew out of the rituals of Celts celebrating a new year, and out of Medieval prayer rituals of Europeans. And today, even many churches have Halloween parties or pumpkin carving events for the kids. After all, the day itself is only as evil as one cares to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit pic: http://www.history.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-811141793888863960?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/811141793888863960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=811141793888863960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/811141793888863960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/811141793888863960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/03/history-and-custom-of-halloween.html' title='History and custom of Halloween'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-4581826237581847764</id><published>2008-03-20T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T05:33:57.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Snow White</title><content type='html'>One day, however, the Magic Mirror informs the queen that Snow White, despite her rags, is now the fairest in the land. In addition, the queen observes the arrival of a prince, who serenades the young girl as she gathers water from a well to scrub the grounds. These events fuel the queen's jealousy, and she orders her huntsman to take Snow White into the woods and kill her. As proof, the queen requires the huntsman to bring back the dead girl's heart in a jeweled box. The kind-hearted huntsman cannot go through with the act, and urges Snow White to flee into the woods and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frightened princess finds herself lost in the woods, and terrified by luminous glowing eyes peering from within the trees and the brush. These turn out to be the eyes of friendly woodland creatures, who befriend Snow White and lead her to a cottage deep in the forest. Finding seven small chairs in the cottage's dining room, Snow White assumes the cottage is the home of seven children—"Seven untidy children," she notes as she finds the cottage in disarray. The princess and the animals band together and clean the cottage, hoping that the good deed will convince the children to let Snow White stay with them.&lt;br /&gt;The woodland cottage belongs not to seven children but to seven adult dwarfs who spend their days working in a nearby diamond mine. Upon returning home at the end of the working day, they are alarmed to find their cottage clean, and surmise that a monstrous intruder has invaded their home. The dwarfs discover Snow White upstairs, asleep in their beds. The princess introduces herself, and the dwarfs, save for one aptly named Grumpy, are pleased to welcome her as a house guest, particularly when they learn she can cook and has prepared dinner. They are less pleased, however, at Snow White's insistence that they wash up before eating, something they've never done and only do after much apprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the huntsman has returned to the castle and delivered the Queen what she assumes to be Snow White's heart. However, the magic mirror informs the Queen that Snow White is in the care of the seven dwarfs, and that the huntsman has actually given the Queen a pig's heart. The enraged Queen descends to a secret laboratory, where she practices witchcraft. Using her potions and spells, the Queen disguises herself as an ugly old hag and prepares a poisoned apple to place Snow White in an eternal state of repose called, The Sleeping Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the dwarfs head out for the diamond mine, warning Snow White to beware of the evil Queen. However, the Queen's disguise is so convincing that Snow White is neither alarmed nor alert when the she arrives at the dwarfs' cottage, pretending to be an apple peddler. The Queen offers Snow White the poisoned apple, claiming it to be a magic wishing apple. Snow White's animal friends are not as easily convinced, and rush off to warn the dwarfs. While they are gone, however, Snow White takes a bite out of the apple, and falls to the floor, seemingly dead. A storm starts up outside, as the ugly old hag cackles, "Now I'll be fairest in the land!"&lt;br /&gt;The dwarfs arrive, riding deer, just in time to catch the Queen fleeing from the cottage. The dwarfs chase the hag through the raging storm, following her up the side of a mountain and trapping her at the edge of a jagged cliff. Desperate to rid herself of the dwarfs, the Queen attempts to push a boulder down the mountainside and onto them. However, a bolt of lightning strikes the edge of the cliff where she stands, causing her to fall into the chasm below as the boulder she had tried to push onto the dwarfs rolls backwards to crush her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having done away with the Queen, the dwarfs return to their cottage and find Snow White seemingly dead. They cannot bear to bury her, and instead build for her a glass coffin trimmed with gold in a clearing in the forest. The dwarfs and the woodland creatures keep watch over Snow White through the autumn, winter, and spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the prince, who had been searching all over for the princess, learns of her plight and comes to visit the coffin. Captivated by her beauty, he approaches the coffin and kisses Snow White, restoring her to life with, "Love's first kiss"—the only cure for the sleeping death. The dwarfs and animals all rejoice, and tearfully say good-bye to Snow White as she and the prince ride off into the sunset to his castle, where they live happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-4581826237581847764?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4581826237581847764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=4581826237581847764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/4581826237581847764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/4581826237581847764'/><link rel='alternate' 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difference&lt;br /&gt;Between right and wrong&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t gonna do nothing&lt;br /&gt;To break up our happy home&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get so excited&lt;br /&gt;When I come home&lt;br /&gt;A little late at night&lt;br /&gt;Cos we only act like children&lt;br /&gt;When we argue fuss and fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t know me by now&lt;br /&gt;You will never never never know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all got our&lt;br /&gt;Own funny moods&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got mine,&lt;br /&gt;Woman you’ve got yours too&lt;br /&gt;Just trust in me like I trust in you&lt;br /&gt;As long as we’ve been together&lt;br /&gt;It should be so easy to do&lt;br /&gt;Just get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;Or we might as well say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;What good is a love affair&lt;br /&gt;When you can’t see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t know me by now&lt;br /&gt;You will never&lt;br /&gt;Never never know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: http://www.lyrics007.com/&lt;div 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Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-6842439448142701642</id><published>2008-03-18T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:10:20.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><title type='text'>Clear Recent documents history, Run, Open/Save box MRU and Typed URLs</title><content type='html'>To clear the recent documents history, the entries under Start-RUN dialog, Open/Save as (Common Dialog) boxes dropdown file lists and the typed URLs in the Internet Explorer Address bar, try this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For XP Start Menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-click Taskbar, choose Properties, choose Start Menu tab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Customize, Advanced tab, and click Clear List button at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Classic Start Menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-click Taskbar, choose Properties, choose Start Menu tab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Customize, and click the Clear button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click OK, OK and close the dialog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: http://www.winxptutor.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-6842439448142701642?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6842439448142701642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=6842439448142701642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/6842439448142701642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/6842439448142701642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/03/clear-recent-documents-history-run.html' title='Clear Recent documents history, Run, Open/Save box MRU and Typed URLs'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-2581687734187368318</id><published>2008-03-07T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:38:27.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty but cold and frozen</title><content type='html'>Dia cantik tapi dingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku melihat bungsunya, rasanya tak tega mata ini menatapnya, aku tahu walau dia terlihat tegar, senyumnya masih tersungging, masih bisa berkata “biarlah nduk, mungkin begini yang terbaik daripada sakit terus”, aku tahu benar dia sakit, dialah yang tahu benar rasa sakit ditinggalkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan aku hanya ingin dia bahagia di sana, dan Kau juga membuat keluarganya semakin rukun, janganlah ada perpecahan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’d need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-2581687734187368318?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2581687734187368318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=2581687734187368318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2581687734187368318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2581687734187368318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/03/pretty-but-cold-and-frozen_07.html' title='pretty but cold and frozen'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-3648058771773363223</id><published>2008-03-04T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:05:54.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuck'/><title type='text'>my day</title><content 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hyuuu… here its my day… I’m 20th now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody remember somebody forget it, but its okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate someone who sent me message tonight when my age became 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno who r you… but thanks so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Fanti, Ben, Amar, Ikungs and Vi… thanks for the greetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep smile ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-3648058771773363223?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3648058771773363223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=3648058771773363223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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white kebaya, her look is nice and pretty enough but she even couldnt move, she keep lay in her bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye grandma... I'll always missing you...&lt;br /&gt;may God Bless You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-5805995349734818041?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5805995349734818041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=5805995349734818041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5805995349734818041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5805995349734818041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/03/pretty-but-cold-and-frozen.html' title='pretty but cold and frozen'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-5126481640369853484</id><published>2008-02-27T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:14:53.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my adsense</title><content type='html'>hyuuu... I'm happy now... dont u see... my adsense was approved by google adsense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck dears... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-5126481640369853484?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5126481640369853484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=5126481640369853484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5126481640369853484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5126481640369853484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-adsense.html' title='my adsense'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-2455793711809916960</id><published>2008-02-26T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:43:32.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Nothing Compare To You -- Sinead O'Connor</title><content type='html'>It's been seven hours and fifteen days&lt;br /&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;I go out every night and sleep all day&lt;br /&gt;Since u took your love away&lt;br /&gt;Since u been gone I can do whatever I want&lt;br /&gt;I can see whomever I choose&lt;br /&gt;I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant&lt;br /&gt;But nothing&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing can take away these blues&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;It's been so lonely without u here&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird without a song&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could put my arms around every boy I see&lt;br /&gt;But they'd only remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he told me&lt;br /&gt;He said girl u better have fun&lt;br /&gt;No matter what u do&lt;br /&gt;But he's a fool&lt;br /&gt;`Cause nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;All the flowers that u planted, mama&lt;br /&gt;In the back yard&lt;br /&gt;All died when u went away&lt;br /&gt;I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it another try&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares 2 u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-2455793711809916960?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2455793711809916960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=2455793711809916960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2455793711809916960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2455793711809916960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-compare-to-you-sinead-oconnor.html' title='Nothing Compare To You -- Sinead O&apos;Connor'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-1475953333930355126</id><published>2008-02-23T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:19:00.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Frozen -- Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;   &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You only see what your eyes want to see&lt;br /&gt;How can life be what you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;You’re frozen&lt;br /&gt;When your heart’s not open&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’re so consumed with how much you get&lt;br /&gt;You waste your time with hate and regret&lt;br /&gt;You’re broken&lt;br /&gt;When your heart’s not open&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, we’d never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, you hold the key&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now there’s no point in placing the blame&lt;br /&gt;And you should know I suffer the same&lt;br /&gt;If I lose you&lt;br /&gt;My heart will be broken&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love is a bird, she needs to fly&lt;br /&gt;Let all the hurt inside of you die&lt;br /&gt;You’re frozen&lt;br /&gt;When your heart’s not open&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, we’d never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, you hold the key&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You only see what your eyes want to see&lt;br /&gt;How can life be what you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;You’re frozen&lt;br /&gt;When your heart’s not open&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, we’d never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, you hold the key&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, we’d never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, give yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm, you hold the key&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I could melt your heart&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;credit: http://www.sing365.com/&lt;/p&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/6322784310865264467-1475953333930355126?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/1475953333930355126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=1475953333930355126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/1475953333930355126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/1475953333930355126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/frozen-madonna.html' title='Frozen -- Madonna'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-5235685191234902816</id><published>2008-02-18T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:19:30.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;“They insulted me; they hurt me; they defeated me; they cheated me.” In those who harbor such thoughts, hate will never cease.&lt;br /&gt;- Dhammapada&lt;br /&gt;Do not wrong or hate your neighbor for it is not he that you wrong but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- Native American - Pima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats true… hate somebody means we hate ourself, I dont wanna do this, but my heart can’t defeat it… why… I wanna be free, whatever they say abt me, I wanna be my self, take it by my self, do it fun by my self, no matter people say, it won’t make me hate somebody, won’t hurt me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;God give me strenght…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-5235685191234902816?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5235685191234902816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=5235685191234902816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5235685191234902816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5235685191234902816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-5961825307628852406</id><published>2008-02-18T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:32:03.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#e7fff7;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt; "You will have exactly two hours", said the profesor as he handed out examination papers to a roomful of students. "Under no circumstances will I accept a paper given to me after the deadline has passed. " Two hours later he broke the silence. "Time is up," he said. But one student continuited to work furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The profesor was glaring out from behind the pile of exams when the trady student approached him, almost 15 minutes later, with his exam clutched behind his back. When the profesor refused to accept it, the student drew himself up to full stature and asked, "Profesor, doyou know who I am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "No", said the profesor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Terrific", replied the student, and he stuffed his paper into the middle of the pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: Reader's Diggest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                               &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td background="../tpl/main/img/gb2.gif" width="12"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td background="../tpl/main/img/gb4.gif" width="12"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td align="right" bgcolor="#e7fff7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-5961825307628852406?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5961825307628852406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=5961825307628852406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5961825307628852406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5961825307628852406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/exam.html' title='an exam'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-6756815690444111881</id><published>2008-02-16T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:45:01.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cinderella, wouldn’t you like to go to the party?” asked one of the sisters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; “Why, you’re messing with me,” said Cinderella. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“I could never go to such an event.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“You’re right,” they said. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“People would laugh if they saw Cinderwhore there.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Anybody else would have dressed their hair in such a way to make them look ridiculous, but Cinderella, due to her good nature and cowardice, made their hair look very nice for the party.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;That night, the sisters went off to the dance, leaving Cinderella to cry and cry. Her godmother tried to comfort her, asking, “You wish to go to the party, don’t you?”Cinderella, still in tears, nodded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“I’ll fix you up,” said the godmother, who was a fairy when she was not busy being a godmother.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Go get me a pumpkin from the garden,” she told Cinderella, who could not figure out how a pumpkin was going to help in the situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cinderella brought the pumpkin to her straightaway, and the godmother touched it with her magic wand. Suddenly, it turned into a coach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Now, grab me that mouse trap,” she said. “We need horses for the coach.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cinderella did as she was told and lifted the trap door. Her godmother touched the mice with the wand and turned them into horses.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Who is going to drive the coach?” asked Cinderella.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Go to the closet,” replied the godmother.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cinderella went to the closet and opened it. There was a man inside bound and gagged on the floor. Now, it appeared they had everything they needed. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“What about my clothes?” asked Cinderella, whose apparel consisted of mere rags.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;When she was done dancing, she approached her two sisters knowing she had to be careful not to reveal her identity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Say,” they said. “You look just like our stepsister. What’s your name?”@“Cinderella,” she replied. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“What a coincidence,” they said. “Our stepsister’s name is Cinderella.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Cinderella breathed a sigh of relief. They did not suspect a thing. The Prince was another admirer of hers that evening. He could look at nothing else. Finally, when the opportunity presented itself, he approached her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Excuse me,” he said. “Are you Cinderella?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Well, that’s not my real name,” she said. “That’s just what my sisters call me.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Oh, what’s your real name?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Beatrice.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“I see,” said the Prince. “Well, would you like to dance, Cinderella?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Of course,” she replied happily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;They danced many times that evening. Suddenly, Cinderella heard the clock strike a quarter to twelve. She quickly left the Prince’s arms and fled the castle. When her sisters returned home later, Cinderella pretended that she had been sleeping the whole night and yawned. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“How was the party?” she asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“It was bitchin,” they said. “There was this princess there who looked like you, except she was prettier and smarter. The Prince was really hot for her too. After she left, he was asking if anybody knew her.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The King’s men took Cinderella, dressed as she was in rags, to the King’s palace and brought her before the Prince. The Prince was delighted to see her finally and asked why she hid from him. Cinderella told the Prince that she feared if he saw her in rags that he might lose his love for her. The Prince chuckled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“I’m not that shallow,” he said, “I don’t love your clothes, Cinderella. I love your body.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    yeah, although it's just fictitious, I like this story, it work to amuse me hehe,,, even if I'm not gonna be a cinderella in real life :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-6756815690444111881?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/6756815690444111881/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-3177910458257513165</id><published>2008-02-14T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:16:22.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>val's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Happy Val's Day for you all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all love are always in our hearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-3177910458257513165?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/3177910458257513165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-8270830905590613379</id><published>2008-02-13T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:07:17.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pocky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eiRZaIBPark/R7LLy17089I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cqtBR1jjKdY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eiRZaIBPark/R7LLy17089I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cqtBR1jjKdY/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166415796879291346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so curius abt 'pocky' that I've heard lately, I find it in 'mbah google' yeay, I got it...&lt;br /&gt;pocky is brand name of candy, that contains chocolate, this candy has a beautiful interface, doesn't it? saw it above *if the admin doesn't delete it xixixixi*&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I will taste it?? coz I couldn't find it i my country...&lt;br /&gt;somebody here would mind bringing this pocky to me *hehehe*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-8270830905590613379?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/8270830905590613379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=8270830905590613379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/8270830905590613379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/8270830905590613379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/pocky.html' title='pocky'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eiRZaIBPark/R7LLy17089I/AAAAAAAAAAM/cqtBR1jjKdY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-2094516621285997909</id><published>2008-02-08T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T05:29:52.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>The Click Five - Empty</title><content type='html'>Tried to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd miss her&lt;br /&gt;That much&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill this new frame&lt;br /&gt;But its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to write a letter&lt;br /&gt;In ink&lt;br /&gt;Its been getting better&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I got a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;But its empty&lt;br /&gt;Its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've even wondered&lt;br /&gt;If we&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting under&lt;br /&gt;These sheets&lt;br /&gt;We could lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;But its empty&lt;br /&gt;Its empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will we end up getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;Is this love a myth&lt;br /&gt;So tell me are you in for this&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more than we can see&lt;br /&gt;More than you&lt;br /&gt;More than me&lt;br /&gt;It takes two to believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our first mistake&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's alright&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how we lost ourselves tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's our first mistake&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's alright&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy how we lost ourselves tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why they say that we should give it time&lt;br /&gt;But time is not enough&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why when you're young you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why&lt;br /&gt;When you're young you fall in love [2x]&lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2147449586.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: http://www.metrolyrics.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-2094516621285997909?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/2094516621285997909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=2094516621285997909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2094516621285997909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/2094516621285997909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/click-five-empty.html' title='The Click Five - Empty'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-9025954985780766235</id><published>2008-02-08T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:29:29.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne - I Will Be</title><content type='html'>There's nothing I could say to you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I could ever do to make you see&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pain, the tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;Still you never said goodbye and now I know&lt;br /&gt;How far you'd go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;I know I let you down&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like that now&lt;br /&gt;This time I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I will be, all that you want&lt;br /&gt;And get myself together&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make everything okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I had everything&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what life could bring&lt;br /&gt;But now I see, honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one thing I got right&lt;br /&gt;The only one I let inside&lt;br /&gt;Now I can breathe, cause you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;And if I let you down&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn it all around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I will be, all that you want&lt;br /&gt;And get myself together&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make everything okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Cause without you I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna ever, ever let you leave&lt;br /&gt;You're all I've got, you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without you I don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;I can never, ever live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Here with me, do you see,&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And I will be, all that you want&lt;br /&gt;And get myself together&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life (my life), I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make everything okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I will be (I'll be), all that you want&lt;br /&gt;And get myself together&lt;br /&gt;Cause you keep me from falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my life, you know I'll be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make everything okay&lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2147445255.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit: http://www.metrolyrics.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-9025954985780766235?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/9025954985780766235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=9025954985780766235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/9025954985780766235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/9025954985780766235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/avril-lavigne-i-will-be.html' title='Avril Lavigne - I Will Be'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-7426024724157117663</id><published>2008-02-08T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:32:31.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an email unsupported T_T</title><content type='html'>huhu.... I got an email, that my resume was unable to cacth the support language fiuh... u should know then, my English is very-very bad... even if I could use my English clearly I would use it in everyposting here ^_^&lt;br /&gt;what should I do to improve my English?? may someone help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always stay cool and calm behaviour... see ya ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-7426024724157117663?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7426024724157117663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=7426024724157117663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7426024724157117663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7426024724157117663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/email-unsupported-tt.html' title='an email unsupported T_T'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-7261066818934194266</id><published>2008-02-08T03:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:59:26.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><title type='text'>Amalan Andalan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.05pt;"&gt;Syahdan, tiga orang laki-laki kehujanan di hutan dan berteduh di dalam gua. Lalu sebuah batu besar jatuh tepat menutup jalan keluar. Ketiganya terjebak, dan setelah segala upaya untuk menggeser batu itu gagal, salah satu diantara mereka mengajak berdoa dengan menggunakan &lt;i style=""&gt;amalan&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;andalan&lt;/i&gt; yang dikerjakan Karena Alloh – &lt;i style=""&gt;lillahi kholison&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.05pt;"&gt;Fulan pertama berdoa betapa pada suatu malam ketika dia pulang membawa susu, mendapati anaknya sedang menangis kelaparan. Susu tidak dia berikan kepada anaknya karena akan menghidangkannya terlebih dahulu kepada orang-tuanya. Begitu takzimnya, sampai-sampai membangunkan pun tidak berani, sampai terbit fajar. “Maka jika Engkau tahu bahwa saya berbuat demikian itu karena semata-mata mencari wajah-Mu… &lt;i style=""&gt;fa in kunta ta’lam annii fa’altu dzaalikab tighooa wajhika…&lt;/i&gt;” … batu bergeser sedikit, tetapi belum cukup besar bagi mereka untuk bisa keluar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.05pt;"&gt;Fulan kedua berdoa betapa dia memiliki hasrat besar atas sepupunya yang cantik, yang memberinya syarat agar mengumpulkan terlebih dahulu sejumlah besar uang. Namun ketika uang terkumpul dan fulan sudah diatas tubuh perempuan itu, niatnya dibatalkan hanya karena kalimat: &lt;i style=""&gt;yaa abdallah ittaqillaah…&lt;/i&gt;wahai hamba Alloh, takutlah kepada Alloh… &lt;i style=""&gt;fa in kunta ta’lam annii qod fa’altu dzaalikab tighooa wajhika…&lt;/i&gt; batu bergeser lagi, tetapi lagi-lagi masih belum cukup besar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.05pt;"&gt;Fulan ketiga berdoa betapa dia memiliki seorang pekerja yang tidak mengambil upahnya. Ketika beberapa tahun kemudian dia kembali dan menanyakan upahnya tsb, maka diberikannyalah sapi, karena upah pekerja itu memang dia gunakan untuk modal usaha, dan sapi adalah hasilnya. &lt;i style=""&gt;Fa in kunta ta’lam annii qod fa’altu dzaalikab tighooa wajhika… &lt;/i&gt;Akhirnya, setelah bergeser untuk ketiga kalinya, mereka bisa keluar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.05pt;"&gt;Tiga &lt;i style=""&gt;amalan andalan&lt;/i&gt;: takdzim kepada orang tua mengalahkan sayang kepada anak, membatalkan nafsu syahwat ketika tinggal melakukannya, dan kejujuran luar biasa seorang majikan sehingga hasil usaha diserahkan seluruhnya kepada pekerja yang tidak tahu menahu tentang pemutaran upahnya menjadi modal usaha. Bandingkan dengan tiga ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;amalan andalan&lt;/i&gt;’ yang dikisahkan terdahulu: mati di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;medan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; perang, menyerahkan semua hartanya untuk sabilillah, dan mengajarkan ilmu dan membaca Al-Quran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.05pt;"&gt;Tiga &lt;i style=""&gt;amalan andalan&lt;/i&gt; pertama mendapatkan pahala, bahkan &lt;i style=""&gt;instant&lt;/i&gt; dalam wujud doa yang &lt;i style=""&gt;langsung&lt;/i&gt; dikabulkan yang mampu menggeser batu besar. Tiga ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;amalan andalan&lt;/i&gt;’ kedua, yang justru &lt;i style=""&gt;lebih berat&lt;/i&gt; melaksanakannya, justru mendapatkan siksaan jahannam! Penyebabnya adalah, tiga yang terdahulu karena niatnya &lt;i style=""&gt;ibtighooa wajhika&lt;/i&gt; – mencari wajah-Nya, karena Alloh; sedangkan tiga yang kemudian karena niatnya ingin disebut pemberani, dermawan dan pandai, suaranya bagus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 28.05pt;"&gt;Jangan sekali-kali mengaharapkan imbalan kecuali dari Alloh… &lt;i style=""&gt;in ajriya illaa’alallohi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-7261066818934194266?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7261066818934194266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=7261066818934194266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7261066818934194266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7261066818934194266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/amalan-andalan.html' title='Amalan Andalan'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-5406578123262775455</id><published>2008-02-08T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T03:23:05.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalau memang</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 28.05pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau memang seorang yang berakhlak baik, tentunya mau datang ke rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 28.05pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau memang orang baik-baik, tentunya tidak keberatan memberitahukan sebenarnya dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 28.05pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau memang orang yang bertaqwa, tentunya tidak akan meminta sesuatu yang belum menjadi haknya dan tidak akan berani melanggat batas-batas pergaulan sebagaimana yang ditetapkan oleh Alloh dan Rosul-Nya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322784310865264467-5406578123262775455?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/5406578123262775455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=5406578123262775455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5406578123262775455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/5406578123262775455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/kalau-memang.html' title='Kalau memang'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-4992572049705846982</id><published>2008-02-06T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:36:32.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Che.r.r.y — Yui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;   &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Tenohira de furueta, sore ga chiisa na yuuki ni natte ita nda&lt;br /&gt;Emoji wa nigate datta, dakedo kimi kara dattara wakuwaku shichau&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Henji wa sugu ni shicha dame datte, dare ka ni kiita koto aru kedo&lt;br /&gt;Kakehiki nante dekinai no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;…suki na no yo ah ah ah ah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Koi shichatta nda, tabun kidzuite nai deshou?&lt;br /&gt;Hoshi no yoru negai komete CHE.R.RY&lt;br /&gt;~Yubisaki de okoru kimi he no messeeji&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sakura ga saite iru, kono heya kara mieteru keshiki wo zembu&lt;br /&gt;Ima kimi ga kanjita sekai to juubyou torikaete morau yori&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honno ichigyou demo kamawanai nda, kimi kara kotoba ga hoshii nda&lt;br /&gt;Uso demo shinjitsudsukerareru no&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;…suki dakara ah ah ah ah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Koi shichatta nda, tabun kidzuite nai deshou?&lt;br /&gt;Hoshi no yoru negai komete CHE.R.RY&lt;br /&gt;~Yubisaki de okorou kimi he no messeeji&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Amaku naru kajitsu ga ii no, nanigenai kaiwa kara sodatetai ah ah ah ah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Koi no hajimari, mune ga kyun to semaku naru&lt;br /&gt;Itsu made mo matteru kara, haru no tsumetai yokaze ni azukete messeeji&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Koi shichatta nda, tabun kidzuite nai deshou?&lt;br /&gt;Hoshi no yoru negai komete CHE.R.RY&lt;br /&gt;~Yubisaki de okorou kimi he no messeeji&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;Something in my hands moved. It was my courage rising to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never liked emoticons, but I always love the ones you send me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All my replies are silly, and yes, I’ve asked other people what to do,&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t act like this is a game.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;…because I like you, ah ah ah ah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve fallen in love with you, but I doubt you’ll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;How many stars have I wished on that you would,&lt;br /&gt;As I write letters to you with my fingertips.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The cherry blossoms are in bloom, but I’d trade all of them&lt;br /&gt;For ten seconds in the world you feel every moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t care if this way is wrong, I just want to hear you talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Even if all you say is a pack of lies, I’ll still believe them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;…because I love you, ah ah ah ah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve fallen in love with you, but I doubt you’ll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;How many stars have I wished on that you would,&lt;br /&gt;As I write letters to you with my fingertips.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love all sorts of candies, but I want to grow up and talk about deep things, ah ah ah ah&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m falling in love with you. My heart is twinging and crunching up.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait for you forever, whispering my love to you on a cold night wind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve fallen in love with you, but I doubt you’ll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;How many stars have I wished on that you would,&lt;br /&gt;As I write letters to you with my fingertips.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kredit:http://www.leechvideo.com/&lt;/p&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/6322784310865264467-4992572049705846982?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/4992572049705846982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=4992572049705846982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/4992572049705846982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/4992572049705846982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/cherry-yui.html' title='Che.r.r.y — Yui'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-460270666541171935</id><published>2008-02-05T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:58:53.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SI KECIL YANG “JATUH CINTA” KEPADA GURUNYA BISA MENINGKAT PRESTASINYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;   &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Duh, anakku bilang dia suka dengan gurunya! Kok bisa ya? Padahal anakku masih SD loh!” bingung seorang ibu. Anda pernah mengalami hal serupa? Perasaan suka dapat dirasakan siapapun, tak terkecuali anak-anak. Namun jika yang disukai adalah sang guru sekolah, normal kah? Apa yang sebaiknya dilakukan orang tua jika hal tersebut terjadi? Benarkah rasa ‘cinta’ ini bisa membuat prestasinya meningkat?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Tentu mengejutkan mengetahui anak Anda sudah mulai “jatuh cinta.” Apalagi jika objeknya tak lain adalah guru di sekolahnya. Intensitas pertemuan yang tinggi antara anak dengan gurunya memungkinkan timbulnya kelekatan yang bisa berkembang ke arah suka. Sosok guru yang penuh perhatian dapat membuat anak merasa nyaman di dekat gurunya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bukan Cinta&lt;/b&gt;. Widyartri Sekka Udaranti, M.Si, Psi., mengungkapkan, “Sebagai manusia tentu wajar jika kita jatuh cinta kepada seseorang. Tapi bukan untuk anak yang masih kecil. Mereka belum paham makna jatuh cinta atau tertarik kepada lawan jenis. Bila ada guru yang menarik hatinya bisa saja terjadi karena guru sangat baik, memberi perhatian, pandai bergurau, lucu, sayang kepada anak-anak, sehingga anak menjadikan guru sebagai seorang &lt;i&gt;role mode&lt;/i&gt; baginya.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Jadi, sebagai orang tua jangan buru-buru khawatir, karena biasanya rasa suka ini sifatnya sementara. Karena memang masih sangat muda, biasanya rasa bosan akan muncul dan ia mungkin akan berhenti “jatuh cinta” kepada gurunya.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Bukan tak mungkin anak yang baru duduk di kelas 1 SD pun merasakan suka kepada orang yang lebih dewasa, seperti guru. Jika hal itu terjadi, penyebabnya biasanya karena anak kurang mendapat perhatian dari orang tua. Padahal pada usia awal sekolah, anak membutuhkan perhatian lebih, utamanya dalam beradaptasi dengan lingkungan baru. “Jika hal itu tak didapatkan di rumah melainkan didapat dari guru di sekolah, bukan tak mungkin anak akan merasa kagum kepada sosok yang dianggap bisa memberinya perhatian, kasih sayang serta kenyamanan, “ terang M.Nurhadi, S.Pd., pedagog yang juga staf pengajar SDN Pondok Labu 07 Pagi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kapan Mulai Suka?&lt;/b&gt; Sebenarnya kapankan seorang anak bisa “jatuh cinta”? ketertarikan kepada lawan jenis ini biasanya terjadi pada masa remaja, sekitar usia SMP, namun mungkin saja ketika anak duduk di kelas 5 atau 6 SD sudah mulai memasuki masa puber dan mulai tertarik kepada teman perempuan atau taman lelakinya. Selain kepada teman, mungkin saja anak jatuh cinta kepada guru, atau kepada orang dewasa lain yang dia anggap memiliki karakter menarik.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Biasanya, bila anak tertarik kepada guru, bukanlah hal yang serius. Anak biasanya senang dengan perasaan berdebar-debar bila dekat dengan gurunya atau mereka dapat bercanda dengan teman-teman dekatnya yang tahu akan “rahasia” bahwa ia menyenangi gurunya. “Dalam situasi ini, kesenangan itu sifatnya sementara dan satu belah pihak saja. Artinya, hanya anak yang tertarik. Sebaliknya, guru biasanya tidak tertarik bosan dan mengalihkan ketertarikannya kepada temannya,” lanjut Nurhadi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Berefek Positif.&lt;/b&gt; “Efek positif saat anak merasa suka dengan gurunya, tentu dia cenderung melakukan hal-hal yang dianggap baik oleh gurunya karena ingin mendapat perhatian dari guru atau orang dewasa lain yang dia sukai. Hal ini dapat membantu mereka mengembangkan perilaku baik,” tambah Widayatri, Psikologi yang juga staf pengajar bagian psikologi pendidikan UI.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Hal itu diamini Nurhadi. “Jika anak suka kepada gurunya, tentu dia ingin selalu terlihat sebagai anak baik di hadapan guru tersebut, salah satu cara adalah dengan meningkatkan prestasi belajar agar mendapat simpati sang guru dan tak kehilangan perhatiannya,” imbuh pria kelahiran Tangerang, 11 Maret 1964 ini.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Juga Sisi Negatifnya.&lt;/b&gt; Tentu ada pula efek negatif kala anak suka kepada gurunya. “Salah satunya, anak menjadi terlalu bertantung kepada gurunya sehingga dia jadi malas belajar, berakibat pada penurunan prestasi belajarnya di sekolah, “papar pria penyantap masakan Betawi ini.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Widayatri menambahkan, “Bila ternyata orang dewasa yang disukai melakukan hal-hal yang buruk, lantas anak meniru perilaku tersebut. Misalnya jika guru itu punya sifat jelek berkata kasar. Bisa saja anak mendengarkan dan menggunakan kata-kata kasar tersebut kepada orang lain karena dia menganggap apa yang diucapkan penjaga toko tersebut keren.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bertindak Agresif.&lt;/b&gt; Jika perasaan suka atau kagum kepada sosok guru makin besar, bukan hal yang mustahil jika anak agresif, misalnya memberikan coklat atau bahkan puisi untuk gurunya tersebut. “Peran orang tua adalah menjadi teman bagi anak. Ajak anak untuk bicara, hal-hal apa yang membuat dia begitu menyukai gurunya. Apalagi kalau anak senang dengan hal positif dari guru, kita tentu harus bersikap bijak. Kalau anak membuatkan puisi, sebenarnya dapat melatih perkembangan kreativitasnya. Kita sebagai orang tua hanya mengamati, apakah yang dilakukan anak masih wajar atau tidak. Misalnya bila puisi yang ia buat hanya berisi hal-hal yang menunjukkan bahwa guru adalah orang yang ia favoritkan, sebaiknya kita tidak perlu bertindak keras atau marah. Mungkin kita harus mulai membatasi bila isi puisi atau bahasa yang dipergunakan sudah mengarah ke hal-hal yang tidak sesuai umurnya,” beber Wida, psikolog kelahiran Yogyakarta, tahun 1976 ini.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diejek Teman.&lt;/b&gt; Buah perilaku agresif tersebut tentu menarik perhatian teman-teman si anak untuk melontarkan berbagai Komentar, termasuk yang bernada ejekan atau sindiran, “Ada anak tertentu yang tidak menganggap ejekan teman sebagai suatu masalah. Tapi, ada juga anak-anak yang merasa malu bila diejek teman-temannya. Sebagai orang tua dan guru, yang penting tetap biasakan komunikasi dengan anak supaya kita mengetahui apa perasaannya dan dapat membantunya bila hal itu sudah mengganggunya, “saran Wida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 37.4pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Senada dengan Wida, Nurhadi menegaskan, dari pihak guru pun sebaiknya bisa saja menanggapi hal itu. Bila anak membuatkan puisi atau hasil karya tertentu, hargai. Tak ada salahnya jika coklat yang diberikan, diterima lalu dinikmati bersama dengan murid lainnya di kelas, sebagai bentuk penghargaan atas usaha anak menyenangkan gurunya. “Sama seperti sikap orang tua, maak guru juga tidak perlu terlalu khawatir, ingat “jatuh cinta” ini biasanya hanya sementara,” ulas Nurhadi dengan Santai.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;credit: Tabloid Mom&amp;amp;Kid&lt;/p&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/6322784310865264467-460270666541171935?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/460270666541171935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=460270666541171935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/460270666541171935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/460270666541171935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/si-kecil-yang-jatuh-cinta-kepada.html' title='SI KECIL YANG “JATUH CINTA” KEPADA GURUNYA BISA MENINGKAT PRESTASINYA'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322784310865264467.post-7029529317427783607</id><published>2008-02-05T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:53:57.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><title type='text'>Cek_Virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;   &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;beberapa hari ini pelanggan nanya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“ni apa to mbak? kok abis nancepin flash disk di komp sini ada folder ini”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“wedew… saia engga tw e mbak”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“entar saia cek dulu…”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“yg mw di-print yang mana?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“oh yang ini….” bla bla bla…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;mbaknya ud pegi… *thatha… &lt;img src="http://luvisnt.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; *&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;googling ah googling…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ketikan “google” tekan ctrl+enter sama2&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kata kunci “Cek_Virus” buka halamannya satu-satu…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;rata2 sama neh jawabannya… kek ini&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.akuntansiunsoed.com/viewtopic.php?p=46&amp;amp;sid=b35ec2cb723003d9e47dec5631810b14"&gt;yang bahas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;ato ini&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanby80.blogspot.com/2007/12/tentang-cekvirus.html"&gt;ulasannya&lt;/a&gt; –&gt; walo engga banyak&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;sama nih ma &lt;a href="http://mmcakep.blogs.friendster.com/"&gt;yang ini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;aduh bo… cara2nya ud kulalukan cuman yang di c:windows gak nemu tuh file…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;semoga berhasil deh… malu kan kalo ada yang nancepin fd trs ketularan nih folder &lt;img src="http://luvisnt.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;wish me luck, see ya&lt;/p&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/6322784310865264467-7029529317427783607?l=lovisnt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/feeds/7029529317427783607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6322784310865264467&amp;postID=7029529317427783607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7029529317427783607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6322784310865264467/posts/default/7029529317427783607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovisnt.blogspot.com/2008/02/cekvirus.html' title='Cek_Virus'/><author><name>Love Isn't</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17363816680919988727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
