<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-388586419324572989</id><updated>2024-10-24T14:40:59.367+07:00</updated><category term="love story"/><category term="True Story"/><category term="Love song"/><category term="short story"/><title type='text'>Story Life Seven</title><subtitle type='html'>All around the story of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-1729675050693080887</id><published>2011-03-10T13:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T13:57:04.712+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short story"/><title type='text'>My Lovely Family</title><summary type="text">                                  
I was the most youngest child among three brothers and one sister. My parents and my sister live in Paris, France. And I and my brothers live in Jogjakarta.&amp;nbsp;
Occasionally I and my brothers went to visit my parents and sisters, just the opposite. Our life was always peaceful and happy. My parents had a successful business everywhere that have branches in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1729675050693080887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/1729675050693080887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/1729675050693080887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/1729675050693080887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-lovely-family.html' title='My Lovely Family'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSaFKiP90uAhgP6e_hYDKLwWSCHwmV-48EC0K9XDQzw2q3EB0kVWlkhcES4TyJiC3_6WsxCGA3im-g5DKw_ajPsx2UwnUxSRb5y9Hawovl0w9gMVXAR3Kaj7yke2eG5OErVsfSR3QkpnTt/s72-c/lovely+family.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-3469108292919020879</id><published>2011-02-23T19:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:20:24.696+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love song"/><title type='text'>You are all I need</title><summary type="text">I always liked this song.

This song is the anthem for me and my ex-girlfriend who had become my wife now.

Both of us had time to make a recording of this song.

Hopefully we always remember the good times in the past and we will always keep in our hearts forever.

&amp;nbsp;&quot;You&#39;re all I need&quot; &amp;nbsp;(by White Lion)

I know that she&#39;s waitin&#39;
for me to say forever
I know that I sometimes
just don&#39;t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3469108292919020879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/3469108292919020879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/3469108292919020879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/3469108292919020879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-are-all-i-need.html' title='You are all I need'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-27n8RpaiF7k/TWUCwta4UoI/AAAAAAAAACw/eNWNTWWKCgg/s72-c/you%2527re-all-i-need.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-3185014781737694913</id><published>2011-02-21T19:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:58:04.417+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True Story"/><title type='text'>Forbidden Love</title><summary type="text">                                  

Sunday morning eight years ago, we went to the Flower Garden Cipanas. I and my friends were very busy with accommodation and food…. Yes, I responsible for the logistic of family gathering there. 
All it was happened great and successful. But it was only half day because my mood changed 180 degree. 
When I turned my head to the other direction for looking around</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3185014781737694913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/3185014781737694913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/3185014781737694913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/3185014781737694913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/02/forbidden-love.html' title='Forbidden Love'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVNOJIEfhYyQstB2tzz8iHI-83ALS4Ej3F6cHAfNA22yvpzzXPYCwdnOXkQBqfc66RCI2RD2R71Fx2FqUVz9Hs5J2-Z2JC29athjtzKDX1wVoiRFHtq-khzoB-dDz05BIejU1N7_k63jw/s72-c/cinta-terlarang.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-4506951681470312960</id><published>2011-02-13T15:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:09:42.208+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love story"/><title type='text'>My Love in the past</title><summary type="text">I was accidentally met him again on Facebook. After so long I do not hear about him. It was nine years have passed since last we met. He is always looking for me. He almost gave up but keep trying with every effort.
He always listened the song from Didi Kempot “Sewu Kutho” at any time. He cried when considering me only in his hearts and minds.
Apparently he was still alone. He asked me to come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4506951681470312960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/4506951681470312960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/4506951681470312960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/4506951681470312960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-love-in-past.html' title='My Love in the past'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifwnWPM8wW155-9pdqNQ4fuBhaaPDZDzQqy5OCd8-VlnKTYKtTeRRCp_QPuN4E_txtsh-e70TomH3w6QIrnmmnTXgNvwKBFe5WjPSBN1whvNk4ddz_HpUssvmenz2peuY6HN7aPXFK2mwe/s72-c/masalalucinta.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-9191701795134811181</id><published>2011-02-10T11:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:21:33.953+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love song"/><title type='text'>Tonight</title><summary type="text">                                  
I remember this song. When I listened on the radio. This song reminds me of my husband. He always forgets me. When is he going to remember me in his life? I miss you my dear. One day God will realize him that I will always be here for him. Only tonight.
Lately I&#39;m so tired
If I took it all out on you
I never mean to
If I left you outside
If you ever felt I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9191701795134811181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/9191701795134811181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/9191701795134811181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/9191701795134811181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/02/tonight_10.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TTgtMI1QzQo/TVNmn8nMk2I/AAAAAAAAACk/478YwtOvgsQ/s72-c/tonightwestlife.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-3440223038587686446</id><published>2011-02-09T22:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:00:41.407+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love story"/><title type='text'>Meaning of Love</title><summary type="text">
Love is you, love is sacrifice and love is sincere heart patient. That is the meaning of love for me.

I know him to understand it after six years. I and he have been bound together and can’t be separated anymore.

There have been many tears of sadness dripping from my eyes. Many obstacles and barriers, but I never give up to always fight for this love.

I feel God has given way suitable plan. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3440223038587686446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/3440223038587686446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/3440223038587686446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/3440223038587686446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/02/meaning-of-love.html' title='Meaning of Love'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheD3RyKjX6itqvSNE5xjMX_VGaA2m-WhAZwLFC0yIL0OMPOxU3vY_NsS8t-6dyDwU47iEV9-K-l96zT5SNUegfVy8LZe2BcxtrBEhb0drBRdNTgsA6KPAmpti7-YImDRqgrL_dpbfYgUi1/s72-c/valentine%2527s+day.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-7721068757546968522</id><published>2011-02-07T13:48:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:53:33.026+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love story"/><title type='text'>Love Effect</title><summary type="text">                                  I knew him when I&#39;m not alone and I belong to someone else. He was very handsome and kindly. He&#39;s every woman&#39;s dream. He&#39;s always there when I needed it. He always listened to my heart faithfully. He always gave more attention to me. He is everything to me. I was always awkwardly beside him. 
My heart was beating fast when met him. He has been took me to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7721068757546968522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/7721068757546968522' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/7721068757546968522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/7721068757546968522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-effect.html' title='Love Effect'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztG7-sdna_qgnALllMNgWDrpLfcqdnosVm-_5GWIc1r1D7nWKKpZPw-k4pCb8GrJ8UNmQtfUiglkCw2UHgXR2GdQCwXsztl2_157qUnl8mX8ksO6TxjgB9qzYONTKKWQYrKbm_dfcaPlb/s72-c/loves.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-6382637598193222122</id><published>2011-02-06T20:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:46:30.371+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love story"/><title type='text'>The most beautiful woman in my life</title><summary type="text">                                  In my life I felt it was getting what I want. My study was successfully, I have been a good career and my goals has been reached. So what I&#39;m looking for again in this life.

Sometimes a lot of people ask when I&#39;m looking for companion of life, when I dare to be responsible with having the family.

Actually, I still want to alone, fly free through the clouds, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6382637598193222122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/6382637598193222122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/6382637598193222122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/6382637598193222122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/02/most-beautiful-woman-in-my-life.html' title='The most beautiful woman in my life'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXIuBMWTSUQzQZRDEN9WDyCzhWHgyIRqiRUpQSQZLx_JmET5f9aga6HaWP4SHbC-2bDtV8CoIv4Ettr43bgnXZb3261PqJJMKdUXH9ui8YaCCzwoSuOrwGDCdSyGq7fbHhxLRL3jQ8Pt2/s72-c/canvas.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-4607850877247257709</id><published>2011-02-06T12:31:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T17:46:16.999+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True Story"/><title type='text'>Self Maturation</title><summary type="text">                                This morning I feel lonely, every time I&#39;m always myself. I always left out by my parents. My father work outside the city, while my mother was a housewife who super busy.
My mother often was not home every day until I called her &quot;jarum super&quot; (jarang di rumah suka pergi) it means rarely like to go home.

My brothers also got busy on their own.
My life like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4607850877247257709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/4607850877247257709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/4607850877247257709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/4607850877247257709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/02/self-maturation.html' title='Self Maturation'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU4xyDKs-xI/AAAAAAAAABg/qWpaNxxdiNk/s72-c/fruits.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388586419324572989.post-2356038871580079575</id><published>2011-02-04T16:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T16:47:24.288+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="True Story"/><title type='text'>The Story Begins</title><summary type="text">When I met him at the Suzuki service center, it makes me feel scared. I feel he will do no good to me. I was so scared.

Eventually the two of us met to exchange handphone number, name and address. He promised to give a souvenir gift from where he worked in a foreign country.&amp;nbsp;
After an hour passed my motorcycle finally finished. We also say goodbye.
In the morning I told to my mom about him,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2356038871580079575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/388586419324572989/2356038871580079575' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/2356038871580079575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/388586419324572989/posts/default/2356038871580079575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storylifeseven.blogspot.com/2011/02/story-begins.html' title='The Story Begins'/><author><name>CDAnggrasanto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05940045752365387784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j8fpFk4f3W8/TU-ldHpH-eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/40bPviJo6gM/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2an1AnGzuo0eK4zuRCxX0Mh6JL_YZZ84XtjkTFfrAldGEm3MtsnAtDEHCnFfIvDcxw1X-tEKPsVGF0eJkN2bFOmUhWV8zhMbGs33LE8Kfn3tnz2CaiT48nQt_bYh5SJpgVi1uDKyzJBk/s72-c/true+story.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>