<?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-1708079462664316797</id><updated>2024-11-01T16:15:08.286+07:00</updated><category term="diary"/><category term="Poems"/><category term="about me"/><category term="Just for news"/><category term="Just for girl"/><category term="Story"/><category term="reflection"/><category term="Horror n mystery"/><category term="Lyrics"/><title type='text'>This Is Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-9213316276035677604</id><published>2013-01-08T00:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2013-01-08T00:01:11.412+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="about me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>To My Beloved Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_to_fPiuPi7XOT0BTgjuIki3m_iBP5GtwT7aDm-VdRXhs7RaWJPGMo-03wZin8sYy7ltx_15bbVeCn1DadA8yQxvKt7PuYXqRK5ObbRqTbEv53PneQm_1HWwNCCNwV_Ns0DYhQW_Cq6o/s1600/1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_to_fPiuPi7XOT0BTgjuIki3m_iBP5GtwT7aDm-VdRXhs7RaWJPGMo-03wZin8sYy7ltx_15bbVeCn1DadA8yQxvKt7PuYXqRK5ObbRqTbEv53PneQm_1HWwNCCNwV_Ns0DYhQW_Cq6o/s1600/1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dear My Beloved Sister,&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you remember&amp;nbsp; the time when we used to spend together? The time when we used to laugh. Do you remember how proud my parents of you. How they always compared me to you? I still remember about the time we used to spend on those evil thing when we were teenager. All those stuff just makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You finished your school 1st. I loose. They keep saying If you are better than me. At that time, I feel so dumb. Even your english is much better than me :D. But all those compare thing just makes me want to be better. I even learn many things on my way, just so they thought that I am good just as I am, not being you. &lt;br /&gt;
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You used to make me jealous, with your life. Even your love life. I even realize now, I was being bad just because I didn&#39;t want to loose from you. Have to admit that I got influence by you. Suddenly I remember about what you asked me to do with my X. I know he was bad, treated me that way, but then i realized that revenge is not making me much better. But well, that&#39;s past.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time by time, many things happen in my life, makes me think a lot than other people think. I still remember the 1st time I can make you take your words back and I know you was surprised by me. Maybe you think I am a quite lil shy girl. But I think in my silences.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know, no ones can hide their lies. No matter where you run sis. At the 1st, it&#39;s just me who know who you really are. No one believe me. At that time, all i can say is just &quot;Stop comparing me to her!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
But now, they are all know, You didn&#39;t graduated from the university you used to brag on.&lt;br /&gt;
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What surprised me the most is that you married the wrong guy, thieves, liar and whatever it is. You know sis, many people broadcasting about what you and your BF or husband i think, about what you two did to them. Do you know, even your parents is don&#39;t care about what will happen to you now, since you never come home. Now I know, you are in a difficult situation right now. No wonder why you keep giving me and my brother fake offer. Geez, You also want to bully your sister and brother? and your family? What on earth is happening to you? You delete my PIN, you deactivate your facebook page. Do you think you really can run? &lt;br /&gt;
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Sis, If you will ever read this one day. Don&#39;t run, face all the situation in front of you. Because, no matter where you run, you will get caught. Before they saw your picture and your husband on the media, you better come home and finished what you&#39;ve done.&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/9213316276035677604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/9213316276035677604?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/9213316276035677604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/9213316276035677604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2013/01/to-my-beloved-sister.html' title='To My Beloved Sister'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_to_fPiuPi7XOT0BTgjuIki3m_iBP5GtwT7aDm-VdRXhs7RaWJPGMo-03wZin8sYy7ltx_15bbVeCn1DadA8yQxvKt7PuYXqRK5ObbRqTbEv53PneQm_1HWwNCCNwV_Ns0DYhQW_Cq6o/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-5952543749188195299</id><published>2012-12-16T19:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-12-16T19:33:19.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Weather Aberdeen Fishing Village Engulfed In Sea Foam Strange Phenomenon 2012 </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Weird strange weather Aberdeen Village engulfed in sea foam and other 
strange objects have been reported falling from the sky in the area this
 week. Strange Phenomenon 2012&lt;br /&gt;
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Gosh... who he think he is.. striking a child with a belt bcz he failed to catch a baseball? although he just ur step son, but still!!! maybe he&#39;s jealous bcz it&#39;s not him who made that son. Well what a lame, cz that kid will be a great catcher 1 day. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/7358489981391894295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/7358489981391894295?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7358489981391894295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7358489981391894295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2012/12/anthony-sanchez-child-abuse.html' title='Anthony Sanchez Child Abuse '/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/8lLfyEqgIEw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-3000471822559958920</id><published>2011-12-17T19:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T19:13:34.574+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><title type='text'>16 DEC</title><content type='html'>I used to love the number 16 before, like around 2 years ago&lt;br /&gt;
Well it&#39;s near my b-day and used to have a good day in my life&lt;br /&gt;
But Idk why, and I just noticed it till today&lt;br /&gt;
Always get sick Right in the date of DEC 16&lt;br /&gt;
Is it the cursed date for me o.o&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Date and month o.O&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Well someone who maybe read this can explain why&lt;br /&gt;
I thought I had the same kind of illness like last year&lt;br /&gt;
phew glad it&#39;s just a normal fever&lt;br /&gt;
And my huney, give me support to get cured ^3^&lt;br /&gt;
Plus watched final fantasy today together&lt;br /&gt;
Fell much much better..&lt;br /&gt;
planning to go to SG next year then come to his place ^3^&lt;br /&gt;
Hope everything goes well..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/3000471822559958920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/3000471822559958920?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3000471822559958920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3000471822559958920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/12/16-dec.html' title='16 DEC'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-3385085454021612025</id><published>2011-11-02T14:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:51:38.245+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflection"/><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPj_Rzg9E6eNcreEkUeSIR9Ci7ZLNlBT7dUcqD5dyp0GX0sGVofpLJjQLpq_v4GXJC0p4aCQKlANWRY_98gAN-IYtN7LtwLJ3rRY6RIuYANuwBwPl33aRXY7fFWWuGh_z6ZS2AO3Crp4Q/s1600/anger.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPj_Rzg9E6eNcreEkUeSIR9Ci7ZLNlBT7dUcqD5dyp0GX0sGVofpLJjQLpq_v4GXJC0p4aCQKlANWRY_98gAN-IYtN7LtwLJ3rRY6RIuYANuwBwPl33aRXY7fFWWuGh_z6ZS2AO3Crp4Q/s1600/anger.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Most of us experience anger at one time or another. Others may get angry with us, justifiably or not. We may become angry at others, sometimes with very good reason, sometimes not. One thing is for sure, it is not a pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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We cannot always reason with those that are bitter towards us and sometimes we may need to accept that it exists. To counteract this with retaliation is something that needs careful consideration.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.&quot; - Marcus Antonius &lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps we are guilty of hostility more than we would like to be. Greater interaction with people should reduce these feelings. Less anger should result in more confidence and less stress. &lt;br /&gt;
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Is a discussion possible and is it worthwhile? A few words and an exchange of viewpoints might result in one or both sides having a change in attitude. Try to see another point of view no matter how unreasonable it appears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Consider how you are feeling. It is common, perhaps good advice, to let anger be expressed, to not hold it inside. My personal experience is that sometimes I have regretted this because I was wrong or over reacted. Sometimes the anger still lingered. Avoiding anger in the first place, through conciliation or acceptance, can result in feeling better all around.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hatred is a prolonged anger towards a fellow human. There are various forms of hatred, motivated in different ways, and mostly without cause. Prejudice, jealousy, gossip, bullying are hard to deal with. This is where friends can be a great help in trying to understand these harmful actions. They can offer comfort and foresight. Be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Whatever is begun in anger, ends in shame.&quot; - Ben Franklin (1706-1790)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/3385085454021612025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/3385085454021612025?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3385085454021612025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3385085454021612025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/11/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPj_Rzg9E6eNcreEkUeSIR9Ci7ZLNlBT7dUcqD5dyp0GX0sGVofpLJjQLpq_v4GXJC0p4aCQKlANWRY_98gAN-IYtN7LtwLJ3rRY6RIuYANuwBwPl33aRXY7fFWWuGh_z6ZS2AO3Crp4Q/s72-c/anger.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-5955869144774776234</id><published>2011-10-15T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T15:51:21.718+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><title type='text'>LOVE AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t say goodbye when you still want to try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t give up when you still feel you can.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t say you do not love him anymore, if you can not let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKDCAGGmiyuIgQnI1LCAuvbE270kD0RwobTypQuNWkSFr4lLFG3ZyN8Xt_cM9OhcHkwiUSxAfjQYlQHhXj4cAc-YhqMkFGB7YlDq1zP86akNOe8J87Tkzkd5izlIokJJaoZje__xKLO8/s1600/1.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKDCAGGmiyuIgQnI1LCAuvbE270kD0RwobTypQuNWkSFr4lLFG3ZyN8Xt_cM9OhcHkwiUSxAfjQYlQHhXj4cAc-YhqMkFGB7YlDq1zP86akNOe8J87Tkzkd5izlIokJJaoZje__xKLO8/s1600/1.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Love comes to those who still have hope, even though they have been let down. To those who still believe, even though they had been betrayed. To those who still want to love, even though they&#39;ve been hurt before and To those who have the courage and conviction to reawaken faith. Maybe God wants us to meet and make love with the wrong people before meeting the right people, we must understand how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who really matter to you, only to find that in the end becomes meaningless and you have to let go. Sometimes you do not appreciate someone who loves you whole-heartedly, so you lose it. At that time, nothing to regret because it goes without saying anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;The possibility of what you hold dear or beloved ugliness stored therein and the possibility of what you hate goodness stored in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Real love is to let those you love to be himself and not to twist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;picture you want. If not, you love only the reflection of ourselves that you find in themselves. Optimistic-minded people are always looking at things is difficult, but maybe people who think pessimists are always looking at everything that&#39;s possible, but difficult. The best thing for you is not PROMISING something to others, and who even better if you have not broken a promise.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/5955869144774776234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/5955869144774776234?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/5955869144774776234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/5955869144774776234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-again.html' title='LOVE AGAIN'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKDCAGGmiyuIgQnI1LCAuvbE270kD0RwobTypQuNWkSFr4lLFG3ZyN8Xt_cM9OhcHkwiUSxAfjQYlQHhXj4cAc-YhqMkFGB7YlDq1zP86akNOe8J87Tkzkd5izlIokJJaoZje__xKLO8/s72-c/1.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-6251208514568861541</id><published>2011-10-08T14:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:56:41.164+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><title type='text'>Locked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAZ4PiaRXpNxgUgmDmKW7BCoR5-SW4rAoshsc4daFiNtMVjs13zLB1mMIINMLLM5-dMf5ZJr8sD7rssexbnWWUHasA2mHgbGVmfQOKynkaby-YyG9jNzeftNs_W7HrbZ6Ife4wnvoMRQ/s1600/locked.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAZ4PiaRXpNxgUgmDmKW7BCoR5-SW4rAoshsc4daFiNtMVjs13zLB1mMIINMLLM5-dMf5ZJr8sD7rssexbnWWUHasA2mHgbGVmfQOKynkaby-YyG9jNzeftNs_W7HrbZ6Ife4wnvoMRQ/s1600/locked.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;It really feels like I want to write something here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;But my mind just stuck in.. uhm.. somewhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;I want to write A, but it jumps to Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t even know what I&#39;m talking about&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;But..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;No matter what happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;I still have my life to build more and more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;The dreams that I want to achieve, goals and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I just can&#39;t wait to make it all come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Sometimes, makes me scared that my goal will run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;But.. if faith said so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Then, be it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Something in my heart, is.. uhmm.. something that i cant even explain it to my self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;something I cant even describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Well I think it&#39;s because I don&#39;t want to reveal anything anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;either sad or happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s not a big matter for those who didn&#39;t know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;They will see it when it goes to be happy or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;All I&#39;m doing is just to be more calm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Even i admit it that still i loose control&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/6251208514568861541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/6251208514568861541?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/6251208514568861541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/6251208514568861541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/10/locked-up.html' title='Locked up'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAZ4PiaRXpNxgUgmDmKW7BCoR5-SW4rAoshsc4daFiNtMVjs13zLB1mMIINMLLM5-dMf5ZJr8sD7rssexbnWWUHasA2mHgbGVmfQOKynkaby-YyG9jNzeftNs_W7HrbZ6Ife4wnvoMRQ/s72-c/locked.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-8634670182654842221</id><published>2011-09-26T20:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:42:58.710+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflection"/><title type='text'>Changed for BF/GF:is a must?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Many people are willing to change for the sake of their lover. Whether it was requested, or the desire itself. Transformed into a better person, obviously is not a problem. In fact, Cindy Haynes in The Book of Change, it was suggested. Moreover, if based on personal awareness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoR68lMnFB2d3XaCsI2TEzXOe9it1yGWblPxbMbK8WwS9o7AQFVI-xIgYYwvzFii_nmSe3yPz_ZsDViICsrxPs0OtCUr_v1YYcvqzH04skzLqY3vBrT76cRPPGE0epuxV0h8U1TqbSO-k/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoR68lMnFB2d3XaCsI2TEzXOe9it1yGWblPxbMbK8WwS9o7AQFVI-xIgYYwvzFii_nmSe3yPz_ZsDViICsrxPs0OtCUr_v1YYcvqzH04skzLqY3vBrT76cRPPGE0epuxV0h8U1TqbSO-k/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&quot;Changed or (rather) a compromise for the sake of a lover, will contribute to the relationship. Moreover, when the change is positive and inspiring for both of us. Nothing wrong,!&quot; Said Haynes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Then, what kind of changes that can be said positive and inspiring? Appearance, such as when you are required to look elegant and sexy, but you are a casual person. Do not get frustrated, but try to find a new side that you never feel. Compromise, to the extent where you can change it. At the very least, you do not need to be changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Weight. Naturally, if he/she concentrated on weight. The reason, besides not pleasing to the eye, too thin or too fat is a sign people are less healthy. No offense, but think about the positive side, unless you are comfortable with the current body weight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Changing personality. This is the most difficult, because it&#39;s already innate nature. But when he/she takes you into a better direction, why not? Moreover, if (the word of friend), you&#39;ve got a line of nature &quot;ugly&quot;, such as angry, vengeful, or lazy. will be okay, if it can be changed right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;More smart. That is certainly not because you are stupid, but they will feel more proud if you could &#39;more&#39; smart. This could add your spirit to come across as a more qualified person. Absolutely not &amp;nbsp;a bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;right? Essentially, as far as changes that impact both graduated, we need to consider. After all, not just for the good relationship, but for us too! Um, if love the get more attached, fun right ...?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/8634670182654842221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/8634670182654842221?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/8634670182654842221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/8634670182654842221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/changed-for-bfgfis-must.html' title='Changed for BF/GF:is a must?'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoR68lMnFB2d3XaCsI2TEzXOe9it1yGWblPxbMbK8WwS9o7AQFVI-xIgYYwvzFii_nmSe3yPz_ZsDViICsrxPs0OtCUr_v1YYcvqzH04skzLqY3vBrT76cRPPGE0epuxV0h8U1TqbSO-k/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-1180271243286238210</id><published>2011-09-25T06:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T06:21:22.560+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflection"/><title type='text'>What&#39;s wrong with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Every moment every time you complain, you always feel less and less, you always feel unsatisfied. You are lack of gratitude, You&#39;re actually not making mistakes, because that&#39;s how real human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-K-gMWkWkba3Bq_XbH5gVlXEeb4sxiKtaRGDmrPVL8X9sOJfcprv7388HIIXPM3pW0DOC4xHxOGcyAgCrrri0pXWKccSaC7frFWIjvG_YabxLLGJmgqtHmsNmYnQMsN5DQCAAUl23LM/s1600/lautmati3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-K-gMWkWkba3Bq_XbH5gVlXEeb4sxiKtaRGDmrPVL8X9sOJfcprv7388HIIXPM3pW0DOC4xHxOGcyAgCrrri0pXWKccSaC7frFWIjvG_YabxLLGJmgqtHmsNmYnQMsN5DQCAAUl23LM/s320/lautmati3.jpg&quot; width=&quot;227&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Human perfection is a shortage and there because we complement each other. But do you know when you complain how much time you used to complain, why don&#39;t you try to use that time to think to plan something for tomorrow. When you feel less, isn&#39;t that is a spur us to seek more. even when you are not satisfied isn&#39;t it the measure of our ability that would be better if we improve. And when you are not grateful, why don&#39;t you start from now to celebrate all that God has given us. why have to wait for tomorrow if we can do it now.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/1180271243286238210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/1180271243286238210?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/1180271243286238210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/1180271243286238210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-wrong-with-you.html' title='What&#39;s wrong with you'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-K-gMWkWkba3Bq_XbH5gVlXEeb4sxiKtaRGDmrPVL8X9sOJfcprv7388HIIXPM3pW0DOC4xHxOGcyAgCrrri0pXWKccSaC7frFWIjvG_YabxLLGJmgqtHmsNmYnQMsN5DQCAAUl23LM/s72-c/lautmati3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-7992220373046108386</id><published>2011-09-22T17:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:35:10.610+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just for news"/><title type='text'>This is the uniqueness of the Dead Sea, Israel - Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;The Dead Sea is a lake that ran in the region between Israel, the Palestinian Authority and Jordan Region. At 417.5 m below sea level, the lowest point on Earth&#39;s surface. The Dead Sea is very salty, which made ​​it impossible for living beings to live. This is the reason for its name. However, this is not really dead, because some types of bacteria can live here. Because water is so salty, people can easily float in the Dead Sea without any trouble. Travelers come from all over the world to float here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;This time I want to discuss a bit about the dead sea, not as sordid as its name, the Dead Sea is a salty lake (not the sea, because it is on the mainland), the term sea in his life due to the extent that reached 76 km in length and has a width of 16 km, so it can imagine if the lake is so vast (but this lake has undergone a narrowing and reduction of water discharge due to excessive evaporation and lack of water supply from the River Jordan). Okay, henceforth we shall call this lake the Sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NfXUHwZKYhVsbPFON08ThqJExc1nCxkkvJ5tJ57WxCRCcS3naFHDeYg3GW5ZlHleTVFrv-0gFA1hWOSIZbVcDW1cIrgYz_csRJt7PLIs23RsNiKCZaxAKNle9fAzulgTvnfqaLNOFlM/s1600/lautmati2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;225&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NfXUHwZKYhVsbPFON08ThqJExc1nCxkkvJ5tJ57WxCRCcS3naFHDeYg3GW5ZlHleTVFrv-0gFA1hWOSIZbVcDW1cIrgYz_csRJt7PLIs23RsNiKCZaxAKNle9fAzulgTvnfqaLNOFlM/s320/lautmati2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Salinity in the ocean is so big it makes us able to float on it without much difficulty swimming, even while reading the book though! Strange indeed, but that&#39;s a natural occurrence. It is said that dead sea salt in it reached 31.5% (that means 9 times the normal sea salinity is about 3.5%. Due to its salinity levels are then all objects can float on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvM09AaIe1CbIF94vPdWHuhK0Iqp1-0VuLVQ4BGOO75aJjh_IvQH-6vPll-hXigw6eUBXTxwoFWJD6Bx19aCwlqRbXcRFoILC-UoX0y-e7HXZXIRiU4yZaCsS9pwTnzOaOkT_-5MSvhiY/s1600/6824_1146818068990_1183681473_30407909_8366760_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvM09AaIe1CbIF94vPdWHuhK0Iqp1-0VuLVQ4BGOO75aJjh_IvQH-6vPll-hXigw6eUBXTxwoFWJD6Bx19aCwlqRbXcRFoILC-UoX0y-e7HXZXIRiU4yZaCsS9pwTnzOaOkT_-5MSvhiY/s320/6824_1146818068990_1183681473_30407909_8366760_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;One of the stories about the origins of this sea is the story of the Prophet Lut, which tells the story of how the destruction of human morality at that time (Sodom Gomorrah) that perform similar sexsual relationship, regardless of the story are all dead sea has another story from the scientific aspect of its high salinity. Due to the reduced flow of water in this sea that reached its 1 meter per year due to the amount of water coming from the river jordan many in use for irrigation purposes so that the supply to the sea is to be reduced and evaporation is very high, this is the cause why the ocean has become saltier. No fish live there, and when the dead sea water exposed to the eyes, will feel very sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxmOsHP2ik87wG_2dKKzj4Cj6vtDeRYEPBPbYnQZEph7rcR0p0pEZF8Fp-jRAJ4YAYj-D6cxs0TH1duGRVn1rSLVZy2-k3q191ILvwmIozz-DxdmG4bzp8BU0xVM0XBTsqJC53aj2aDU/s1600/dead+sea.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxmOsHP2ik87wG_2dKKzj4Cj6vtDeRYEPBPbYnQZEph7rcR0p0pEZF8Fp-jRAJ4YAYj-D6cxs0TH1duGRVn1rSLVZy2-k3q191ILvwmIozz-DxdmG4bzp8BU0xVM0XBTsqJC53aj2aDU/s1600/dead+sea.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Underneath it all, this marine mud has its own benefits for women in particular as a skin (Sea Mud Body Scrub). In addition to the salt content is extremely high, the Dead Sea water also contains potassium, magnesium, and bromium, maybe that&#39;s why the sea mud death is considered highly nutritious. Israel, Palestine and Jordan agreed to save the Dead Sea is due to the impact when there is damage to the marine ecosystem to die this will be very bad for the region, among other measures to be undertaken to supply water from the red sea to sea to die by making the canal a canal to connect the two seas are the distance is about 200 km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Dead Sea water level is estimated to have undergone shrinkage of 392 meters below sea level to 416 meters and are declining to levels that are very alarming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/7992220373046108386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/7992220373046108386?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7992220373046108386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7992220373046108386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-uniqueness-of-dead-sea-israel.html' title='This is the uniqueness of the Dead Sea, Israel - Jordan'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVAbM_ytvhz9qNpJUBSsuO3ZQ-0G1hXjXaJxGsfCUg20Q5IkTN5Vkp8sKzOP5Z31S7gFhn48s4zg0yzi0sDXZS6IzSE5OobtieCeDeLmFvyCd_wG3IFQEfaJYxeAqNsL3C5FsCe07xlc/s72-c/lautmati1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-3130979873010104796</id><published>2011-09-22T17:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:02:20.744+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>The Warming Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this is the Story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;There&#39;s a girl who give a challenge to her Boyfriend to live without her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Not to communicate at all for one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;She said to her man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;If you can go pass thru that, I will loving you forever&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;He agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;He didn&#39;t send any text or call her for one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;He didn&#39;t know the truth If She just have 24 hours to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Because she have a cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;The next day, he came to her house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Suddenly his tears dropped, he saw her girl already laying there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;With just a piece of paper says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;You made it hun, can you do that everyday?? I LOVE YOU..&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Don’t Ever lost contact with someone you care,&lt;br /&gt;
you’ll never know what’s gonna happen the next day,&lt;br /&gt;
or the day after that..&lt;br /&gt;
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Even a single “hi” or a “good morning”&lt;br /&gt;
Before you know that someone is no longer there….&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/3130979873010104796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/3130979873010104796?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3130979873010104796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3130979873010104796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/warming-love-story.html' title='The Warming Love Story'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBjlNJqMjiIyFkRLhe1nVFefHmb0qiThtiM2pkkaB6QksrLo7JCzKczIyz0q0dP0xBBLrZWXekeSLn1ZnMq4zBLAM_K87EyX9-ehVos-FgR62JU_GwhHNRj8onugGX1lNu-pOcwPYZ2kA/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-944997639830672320</id><published>2011-09-18T09:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T09:12:08.174+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><title type='text'>Blue Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;If you look up at the sky after falling down, the blue sky&amp;nbsp; today &amp;nbsp;is also stretching limitlessly and smiles at me…Yeah.. I’m alive! Today &amp;nbsp;the Blue sky will teach me a thing, everything will always change as the beautiful sky today, before I see cloudy skies over the vast expanse of parchment, but the winds obey your destiny replace paint the sky gray to blue, the sky was blue as the sun smiles leave, they want us to always smile, smile for now and then until the time enough to take off we go, because with a smile all the things that express sorrow will gradually disappear and make everything easier, remember the sadness when it approached every happiness that we have received so far, isn&#39;t it more joy than sadness? then what are we worried? Since every sadness or happiness will end soon and replaced by another event, a learning process to understand why we live today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kark9VWTNvzqKGXNCZ4nIM45NB-VERdL1PLy-rI-WwQoA8bFcPgwtqrZVNo353dTYztbkwZaVydK2Af8VbLUvaAEizU5AVS8geP8S1dWIGn7WNia1WGSCRn9sJerNtujtQVNX0sRppE/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kark9VWTNvzqKGXNCZ4nIM45NB-VERdL1PLy-rI-WwQoA8bFcPgwtqrZVNo353dTYztbkwZaVydK2Af8VbLUvaAEizU5AVS8geP8S1dWIGn7WNia1WGSCRn9sJerNtujtQVNX0sRppE/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I walked only with the eyes of the heart, breathing only with determination, I climb full of puzzles, where is my sun? My sun is always shining, but the meaning of its light only on those who are willing to open themselves, even though the light seemed hit every human on this earth, but those who received interpret it differently, there is sometimes confused as to why the sun shines, sometimes dim, some of them sad today why the sun dimmed, some of them worry and thinking if would be wonderful to see the sun again today, and some are thinking why the sun never tired to shines? We are where we are entitled to vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;My sun is always shining, his destiny is to give the meaning of life. I too want to be like him in every way that I have today, trying to give meaning, life is choice, and I&#39;ve decided, I shall stand for choice. I&#39;m in the process, but my faith is very strong, I have to struggle friend! You can I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;When I fell later, I&#39;m ready to jump higher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Face the spirit and  remains every episode of Life with a Smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Everyone feels pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;But surely, after suffering satisfaction will arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Step by step, I want find that light&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/944997639830672320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/944997639830672320?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/944997639830672320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/944997639830672320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/blue-sky.html' title='Blue Sky'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kark9VWTNvzqKGXNCZ4nIM45NB-VERdL1PLy-rI-WwQoA8bFcPgwtqrZVNo353dTYztbkwZaVydK2Af8VbLUvaAEizU5AVS8geP8S1dWIGn7WNia1WGSCRn9sJerNtujtQVNX0sRppE/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-7335344591864784850</id><published>2011-09-17T08:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:05:19.503+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflection"/><title type='text'>Cheating vs. Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Cheating is sometimes seen as something that is so very interesting to do. So easy, instant, no need &amp;nbsp;long period &amp;nbsp;to process and then the pleasure can be enjoyed. But unlike the case with the truth, sometimes it does not look attractive, necessary process, need to pay the price, sacrifice, etc. need to keep the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBuYcSfNE0BZE2p-abk9cmVLPSxMIASW_-TnJNrHI4ktJL6BBUvCVWr2kHYbMEnSQ9n2egPP606wF6Nuvbw2ARmFef635O6SqpdUOTYunwzjVXfoYxWC27ap_w6jMieWrI2u4-O370MI/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBuYcSfNE0BZE2p-abk9cmVLPSxMIASW_-TnJNrHI4ktJL6BBUvCVWr2kHYbMEnSQ9n2egPP606wF6Nuvbw2ARmFef635O6SqpdUOTYunwzjVXfoYxWC27ap_w6jMieWrI2u4-O370MI/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;But this is the end result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;  Cheating such as smoke, who briefly visible but disappears in a flash anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;While the truth even though sometimes it seems slow but it kept moving up, getting brighter as day and looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;  And the first thing we need to know is, cheating will never win against the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;  Strive to live within the truth within every aspect of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/7335344591864784850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/7335344591864784850?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7335344591864784850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7335344591864784850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheating-vs-truth.html' title='Cheating vs. Truth'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBuYcSfNE0BZE2p-abk9cmVLPSxMIASW_-TnJNrHI4ktJL6BBUvCVWr2kHYbMEnSQ9n2egPP606wF6Nuvbw2ARmFef635O6SqpdUOTYunwzjVXfoYxWC27ap_w6jMieWrI2u4-O370MI/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-3463436327767582923</id><published>2011-09-15T23:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:49:28.976+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>You are special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;One day, a renowned motivator opened the his seminar with a unique way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Holding the denomination of U.S. $ 100, he asked the audience, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who wants this money?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Looks a lot of hands went up, sign a lot of interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&quot;I will give this money to any one of you gentlemen, but first let me do this.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;He stood close to the audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;He knead The money with his hands until many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Then asked, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who still wants this money?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;The number&amp;nbsp;of outstretched hand is not reduced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&quot;Okay,&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt; he said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&quot;what would happen if I do this?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt; He said, dropping money into the floor and stomped on it with shoes. crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Although still intact, now the money is so extremely dirty and not smooth anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well, if anyone is still interested?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;The hands are held still remains a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&quot;Ladies and gentlemen, you just get an important lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Whatever happens with this money, you are still interested because of what I am doing will not reduce its value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Even crumpled and dirty, this money is still worth 100 dollars. &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;In this life, we had several times fallen, torn, and covered in dirt caused by the decisions we make and the circumstances that hit us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;In such conditions, we feel unworthy, meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;And whatever have been and will happen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;you never will lose value in the eyes of those who love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;So, every time you feel insignificant, remember the 100 dollar bill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Do not ever forget -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt; you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt; SPECIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/3463436327767582923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/3463436327767582923?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3463436327767582923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3463436327767582923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-are-special.html' title='You are special'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3VUwewmduZSXNTCgzrI_qcOC39WpcY_6HIDclIYFVcukHJ-i90ncpMOO82qdUUkaaiEIWc55Z4qJxGrGdhsIkYCqQ6yc5ySjiulREtAzrxLkIZiTIICanmDIlT-87yLQI3yWfMENwzg/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-3060000251823034050</id><published>2011-09-14T19:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:12:16.165+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><title type='text'>Happy can Love him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know how long I will stand here. I don&#39;t know how long this will happen. Maybe I need more time. But how long? No one knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Not even me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;. I still want to take care of the feelings that I have for him. Even he&#39;s not mine. I don&#39;t know maybe even he belongs to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjowPmasfsVGPZHxhzVlsL0bbn06Ngm5I36_gDKMZgaZ-z6Qd6tFyHnwEsufxjxt3BXosMsOEqyqafdnLIiMzlBEZcxWq_5bBDTHzSXxrKl0cOtYlK13rf2g0RwY3SyR1K3RBXXvTK5f8/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjowPmasfsVGPZHxhzVlsL0bbn06Ngm5I36_gDKMZgaZ-z6Qd6tFyHnwEsufxjxt3BXosMsOEqyqafdnLIiMzlBEZcxWq_5bBDTHzSXxrKl0cOtYlK13rf2g0RwY3SyR1K3RBXXvTK5f8/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Even tho I can&#39;t be the perfect girl like what he wants. You know, Whenever I starring to this world with an empty eyes, I do really hope that he&#39;s happy and fine. Even when 1day I cant even starring at this world anymore, I&#39;m wishing that he will be happy. Everyday, in every step of his life. I&#39;m not waiting for him, I&#39;m not waiting for anyone. I face my life with the way I choose. I&#39;m waiting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt; But if he wants to come to me, I&#39;ll be open, i will always be open. If not, then I&#39;ll face the world just like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Tho, fine, I&#39;ll be happy if he&#39;s happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;NO MATTER WHAT!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/3060000251823034050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/3060000251823034050?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3060000251823034050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/3060000251823034050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-can-love-him.html' title='Happy can Love him'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjowPmasfsVGPZHxhzVlsL0bbn06Ngm5I36_gDKMZgaZ-z6Qd6tFyHnwEsufxjxt3BXosMsOEqyqafdnLIiMzlBEZcxWq_5bBDTHzSXxrKl0cOtYlK13rf2g0RwY3SyR1K3RBXXvTK5f8/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-5424380050896864211</id><published>2011-09-13T22:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T22:16:16.816+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><title type='text'>Closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Since the day I met him, Since the day I know him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Since the day he step into my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Since the day he said he love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Since the day he spend his time on the cam just to watch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Since that I feel like he&#39;s the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVP6Ru2PWeqtR4drqvQ-v7tu-jasTyKZzGKqSqR0mqwemmExhd8s_fxkSL9C921bILyGht_AF2je90lPHgRrZKpMciUwiALZXG9m1cmUf8-ePUOHwvNIFk1d7dpKKGUuI0Pncci4k6Dc/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVP6Ru2PWeqtR4drqvQ-v7tu-jasTyKZzGKqSqR0mqwemmExhd8s_fxkSL9C921bILyGht_AF2je90lPHgRrZKpMciUwiALZXG9m1cmUf8-ePUOHwvNIFk1d7dpKKGUuI0Pncci4k6Dc/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I thought that we will be together forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;No matter how much the distance that we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Thought he will always be there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;unexpectedly, words came &quot;let&#39;s broke up&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;What a shock moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Since that, I&#39;ve been so mean to all the boys who tried to get close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Couldn&#39;t even feel the meaning of love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Why I become like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Even in my life.. Here.. boys.. wow.. nothing special in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Got sick of em really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I know they aren&#39;t the same.. But everytime they trying to get close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;All the broken hearted memories just come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Makes me stand, couldn&#39;t move in an inch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Scared to stepped my feet into it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Do they know that It&#39;s not easy for me to falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;When I&#39;m not in love, don&#39;t ever try to make me falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Or i&#39;m just gonna hurt em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Then they will say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Why am I this, why am I that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Sigh.. I&#39;m tired of explaining everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Have to start it all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Well.. better not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I wonder my self, how long will I stay like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Not like I&#39;m not moving on, knowing you moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m moving on, and this is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;This is the way that I choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;not gonna stand in anyone anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;gonna stand in my own life, my own path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;So from now on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I really feel that my heart is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;for anyone&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/5424380050896864211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/5424380050896864211?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/5424380050896864211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/5424380050896864211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/closed.html' title='Closed'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVP6Ru2PWeqtR4drqvQ-v7tu-jasTyKZzGKqSqR0mqwemmExhd8s_fxkSL9C921bILyGht_AF2je90lPHgRrZKpMciUwiALZXG9m1cmUf8-ePUOHwvNIFk1d7dpKKGUuI0Pncci4k6Dc/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-8586461991541860255</id><published>2011-09-13T17:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T17:14:41.021+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>When Love says HI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;When love has been greeted&lt;br /&gt;
This heart feels helpless&lt;br /&gt;
A king&#39;s yield also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnmow1ShIaT0fnkCUC9PAH7nJE7due4iwQkiJ7p5fAgtXsoV-TJL2agtZS02X5xr35E25r1-Tx63Zn-fizT9mrgisYYAUdrf_NvWzKPrO8_qwewgSj5cIIOuuyeBVzY7hptPJNyPCxmo/s1600/anime+reading+book.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnmow1ShIaT0fnkCUC9PAH7nJE7due4iwQkiJ7p5fAgtXsoV-TJL2agtZS02X5xr35E25r1-Tx63Zn-fizT9mrgisYYAUdrf_NvWzKPrO8_qwewgSj5cIIOuuyeBVzY7hptPJNyPCxmo/s1600/anime+reading+book.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;When love has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s revolting quiet heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Life&#39;s so indecisive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;If love is just a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Surely we will destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Because love is a sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Not just a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/8586461991541860255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/8586461991541860255?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/8586461991541860255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/8586461991541860255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-love-says-hi.html' title='When Love says HI'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnmow1ShIaT0fnkCUC9PAH7nJE7due4iwQkiJ7p5fAgtXsoV-TJL2agtZS02X5xr35E25r1-Tx63Zn-fizT9mrgisYYAUdrf_NvWzKPrO8_qwewgSj5cIIOuuyeBVzY7hptPJNyPCxmo/s72-c/anime+reading+book.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-5526792867215516658</id><published>2011-09-13T01:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T01:58:43.969+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>Bird Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Birdsong in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Making life become more patient&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Entertaining the doubts heart&lt;br /&gt;
Into dangers that always confront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYckvaIDZ60ybtm_DSK1hL8sNuN3NAfKaNF9jeOnwr5_XJoSFzKhZT3i9FZtiDEvndTVELTyhguROR3nS0V-T2pO_6S3jtYMwvcbwl4-8BFA_fq1fjdurGb1BXfy1EctRzRj1tnHmYEC0/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYckvaIDZ60ybtm_DSK1hL8sNuN3NAfKaNF9jeOnwr5_XJoSFzKhZT3i9FZtiDEvndTVELTyhguROR3nS0V-T2pO_6S3jtYMwvcbwl4-8BFA_fq1fjdurGb1BXfy1EctRzRj1tnHmYEC0/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;If love is as beautiful as this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Surely my heart will never get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Although I have to waited long&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;For An answer that was never sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;If the light of love is so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Surely my soul will always calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Facing a falter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Like a daughter of a restrictive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;But, love is uncertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Sometimes entertaining, sometimes hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;For those who never understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;The essence of a true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/5526792867215516658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/5526792867215516658?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/5526792867215516658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/5526792867215516658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/bird-song.html' title='Bird Song'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYckvaIDZ60ybtm_DSK1hL8sNuN3NAfKaNF9jeOnwr5_XJoSFzKhZT3i9FZtiDEvndTVELTyhguROR3nS0V-T2pO_6S3jtYMwvcbwl4-8BFA_fq1fjdurGb1BXfy1EctRzRj1tnHmYEC0/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-8776747931681898761</id><published>2011-09-12T22:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:58:36.617+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;I look at to the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;I saw a clock is watching me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Seems like he starring at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;The clock smiling so bright&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;He is smiling, looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxU_rnUAM_Y9KP2yeCoN9Wb-yeFJ5uHmgthENKTTWc2vIHLDkp93EIiJSa9tselAstUzVhO_PITuvHm5jhUNLMSYNXy3wNK8wEd9MfbFK-KpeKB6v9IqP-rQICCsNOwj55-VDUxcmBR0/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxU_rnUAM_Y9KP2yeCoN9Wb-yeFJ5uHmgthENKTTWc2vIHLDkp93EIiJSa9tselAstUzVhO_PITuvHm5jhUNLMSYNXy3wNK8wEd9MfbFK-KpeKB6v9IqP-rQICCsNOwj55-VDUxcmBR0/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;I was crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Feeling the bitter world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Which has made the heart feel hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Feel the bitterness of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;But I realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;I can not continue to rely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Relying on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;But I must always rely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Leaning to the &quot;All-True&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Who can make love exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Who can make this love disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Make me strong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;To get through all this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/8776747931681898761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/8776747931681898761?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/8776747931681898761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/8776747931681898761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/clock.html' title='Clock'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPxU_rnUAM_Y9KP2yeCoN9Wb-yeFJ5uHmgthENKTTWc2vIHLDkp93EIiJSa9tselAstUzVhO_PITuvHm5jhUNLMSYNXy3wNK8wEd9MfbFK-KpeKB6v9IqP-rQICCsNOwj55-VDUxcmBR0/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-1553406743719915639</id><published>2011-09-11T20:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:32:10.641+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>This Heart cries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;when i thought about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;But I don&#39;t know where is he right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;sometimes heart cried with this ​​emptiness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;searching and waiting for his love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxj0mivXIRg-S8JytGcCrwV_7xBXSNU5FmOgzENEp5h-_XE9wjKrqdHJHa67y5rnuV2wGNyNSIzI8bPBeMQ56GFEdjDncvLLfey_H0jblB8TWXmKju8HM-k71CRuDWum0K4V50TUJECTY/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxj0mivXIRg-S8JytGcCrwV_7xBXSNU5FmOgzENEp5h-_XE9wjKrqdHJHa67y5rnuV2wGNyNSIzI8bPBeMQ56GFEdjDncvLLfey_H0jblB8TWXmKju8HM-k71CRuDWum0K4V50TUJECTY/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I cry without tears&lt;br /&gt;
I cried silently&lt;br /&gt;
only feel the pain of the heart&lt;br /&gt;
The waiting is excruciating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Feels so heavy to let this feeling go&lt;br /&gt;
that has been pervasive in the liver&lt;br /&gt;
maybe if I&#39;ll die&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; my regret be immortal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Will this expectation will lead happiness, or whether only a sense of sheer&lt;br /&gt;
but my heart&#39;s always tough to deal with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;though ultimately only make cuts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/1553406743719915639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/1553406743719915639?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/1553406743719915639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/1553406743719915639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-heart-cries.html' title='This Heart cries'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxj0mivXIRg-S8JytGcCrwV_7xBXSNU5FmOgzENEp5h-_XE9wjKrqdHJHa67y5rnuV2wGNyNSIzI8bPBeMQ56GFEdjDncvLLfey_H0jblB8TWXmKju8HM-k71CRuDWum0K4V50TUJECTY/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-7823031961447358514</id><published>2011-09-09T23:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T23:28:43.735+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Who knows when this will end&lt;br /&gt;
I could not face it alone&lt;br /&gt;
fly like a bird without wings&lt;br /&gt;
do not know when this feeling will disappear ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YFnGGhxWSCi7AtbRwrmgADijYbQGvUILp20jWzD4jWeuiXgGMx3jdj5OurF-XO59Iw3n_2K1bwhhKjQjrcjFrG4rv-dldV2kDkHXueySkJQJuAF-jGxJXmrDIRuS8ZuN9c5_ew_Kacs/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YFnGGhxWSCi7AtbRwrmgADijYbQGvUILp20jWzD4jWeuiXgGMx3jdj5OurF-XO59Iw3n_2K1bwhhKjQjrcjFrG4rv-dldV2kDkHXueySkJQJuAF-jGxJXmrDIRuS8ZuN9c5_ew_Kacs/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;I kept trying to fight fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;that always makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;makes me grieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;who knows when I will remain steadfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;go lonely, let me dance with delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;and culture of happiness come in tomorrow and so on ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;well god does this ordeal for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;get rid of this lonely and let me be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;and let me smiling in the beauty of happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;let me find shards of glass that has been fragile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;so I can arrange it, to find happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;let me stand up straight when my happiness comes ......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/7823031961447358514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/7823031961447358514?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7823031961447358514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7823031961447358514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YFnGGhxWSCi7AtbRwrmgADijYbQGvUILp20jWzD4jWeuiXgGMx3jdj5OurF-XO59Iw3n_2K1bwhhKjQjrcjFrG4rv-dldV2kDkHXueySkJQJuAF-jGxJXmrDIRuS8ZuN9c5_ew_Kacs/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-4925540682701639633</id><published>2011-09-09T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:35:34.358+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poems"/><title type='text'>loyalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjGaZVWBOvvTB_SdQHOLe4Jimr5OG8ip2BEYF9Xk1iKgP3Cih87v3LabDja8Q1DLJgrCBvGa5JNUMxiRQLV-7GJ_wPSZVY_ftwRWJBSV07Y8yHkqughp8yEo5iGSxS5RgU7IQ8-7na8s/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjGaZVWBOvvTB_SdQHOLe4Jimr5OG8ip2BEYF9Xk1iKgP3Cih87v3LabDja8Q1DLJgrCBvGa5JNUMxiRQLV-7GJ_wPSZVY_ftwRWJBSV07Y8yHkqughp8yEo5iGSxS5RgU7IQ8-7na8s/s1600/images.jpeg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;Cold night on a blanket wind&lt;br /&gt;
and invite quiet drizzle&lt;br /&gt;
today, a girl waiting&lt;br /&gt;
Her lover in the dark silence&lt;br /&gt;
But for some reason ..&lt;br /&gt;
Drowning in the silence of the night&lt;br /&gt;
And the rain came accompanied the sad at heart&lt;br /&gt;
A love was nevertheless come&lt;br /&gt;
Bringing warmth, smothering&lt;br /&gt;
hopeful,&lt;br /&gt;
but still miss handcuff&lt;br /&gt;
Lost in a dark suit night ..&lt;br /&gt;
the girl Heart cut, disappointed&lt;br /&gt;
Promise etched in her heart&lt;br /&gt;
star gazing as a witness&lt;br /&gt;
shadow the poet was dissolved&lt;br /&gt;
in the girl&#39;s muffled cries&lt;br /&gt;
nevertheless not wait sore disappear&lt;br /&gt;
as the rain soaked&lt;br /&gt;
but waiting, do not end up like rain&lt;br /&gt;
Due to sincere devotion to wrap&lt;br /&gt;
Disappointment at heart ..&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/4925540682701639633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/4925540682701639633?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/4925540682701639633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/4925540682701639633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/loyalty.html' title='loyalty'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjGaZVWBOvvTB_SdQHOLe4Jimr5OG8ip2BEYF9Xk1iKgP3Cih87v3LabDja8Q1DLJgrCBvGa5JNUMxiRQLV-7GJ_wPSZVY_ftwRWJBSV07Y8yHkqughp8yEo5iGSxS5RgU7IQ8-7na8s/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-7843427283101143606</id><published>2011-09-09T19:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:21:05.960+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just for news"/><title type='text'>More Spectacular buildings In India</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;1. The space station Called Atmosphere-style structure will be built in Calcutta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWsJp5RGmHMTx7JwqaWgirn393AlrIEwvKm2X2mSJigrVoERC3juyCPnYhIzLUpLsI3DFALQagBMWnk6iH8stmLGUsRycFmx3bs-g8fyN9pc7t_PJACctSy34PukU3GDRoc_9k6DUZw94/s1600/article-2030807-0D974C0900000578-901_964x936.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWsJp5RGmHMTx7JwqaWgirn393AlrIEwvKm2X2mSJigrVoERC3juyCPnYhIzLUpLsI3DFALQagBMWnk6iH8stmLGUsRycFmx3bs-g8fyN9pc7t_PJACctSy34PukU3GDRoc_9k6DUZw94/s1600/article-2030807-0D974C0900000578-901_964x936.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Inspired by the traditional Hindu life and contains 80 families. A large terrace and wide enough to provide some families to enjoy the open space. It even includes a golf course for the sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Chocolate ribbon design.&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Modern deck area set in desert rock&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDoNO6865x9T-HOb_6XI34O80dLiPTbR8a5jFkd4mNrx4UNI9g7WgRJ5viQiHMlTcMv8kEkH3s00TkA81J3tOgrHiNIAq_J1jpjTd0xPOGuULHaSolQ-aptnAfV9P2T2OoNDqO21xotew/s1600/article-2030807-0D974BDD00000578-440_470x690.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDoNO6865x9T-HOb_6XI34O80dLiPTbR8a5jFkd4mNrx4UNI9g7WgRJ5viQiHMlTcMv8kEkH3s00TkA81J3tOgrHiNIAq_J1jpjTd0xPOGuULHaSolQ-aptnAfV9P2T2OoNDqO21xotew/s320/article-2030807-0D974BDD00000578-440_470x690.jpg&quot; width=&quot;218&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;The need for technological innovation approach to building a growing, these buildings can be an inspiration from the architecture and designer for more creative in building and designing new buildings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;4. Dubbed the Oyster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Inspired from the beach turned into reality. The building is contained in it is the kitchen, coffee shop, mini library, and meeting rooms. It could also be said as a Fantastic Urban Living, there are even well outside plant to give the impression of a natural and cool the room during the summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/7843427283101143606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/7843427283101143606?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7843427283101143606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/7843427283101143606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-spectacular-buildings-in-india.html' title='More Spectacular buildings In India'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWsJp5RGmHMTx7JwqaWgirn393AlrIEwvKm2X2mSJigrVoERC3juyCPnYhIzLUpLsI3DFALQagBMWnk6iH8stmLGUsRycFmx3bs-g8fyN9pc7t_PJACctSy34PukU3GDRoc_9k6DUZw94/s72-c/article-2030807-0D974C0900000578-901_964x936.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-579116511313944059</id><published>2011-09-09T19:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:05:29.976+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><title type='text'>Before you complain, Ponder This</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Today before you say the words that are not good, think about someone who can not speak at all. Before you complain about the taste of your food, think about someone who did not have anything to eat. Before you complain about not having anything, think about someone who is begging on the streets. Before you complain that you&#39;re bad, think about someone who is at the level of the worst in his life. Before you complain about your husband or wife, think about someone who is asking the Lord to give mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job, think about the unemployed, disabled people who wish they had a job like yours. Before you point fingers and blame others, remember that no one is innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;We all answer to God &quot;And when you&#39;re sad and your life in distress, smile and give thanks to God that you&#39;re still alive!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is a gift... Live it... Enjoy it... Celebrate it... And fulfill it...&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Love others with words and deeds. Love is created not to be stored or hidden. You do not love someone because he&#39;s PRETTY or handsome, because you love and love them, and thet become beautiful. Beauty is not a person&#39;s face and good looks, but pretty and handsome emerge from the Heart, also called CONSCIENCE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/feeds/579116511313944059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1708079462664316797/579116511313944059?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/579116511313944059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1708079462664316797/posts/default/579116511313944059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovehurts-obviously.blogspot.com/2011/09/before-you-complain-ponder-this.html' title='Before you complain, Ponder This'/><author><name>Dhita Artya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01155001985490839649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrq8nws1rhC92Oq1kveXOw2yzoB3pGMQyTYyNHuB_pSsIO0iFDYwJrJ62QeemvHRNHvIyCyxaaVkH7dWX5XXPtaApkfTKW1wqxr5tzH0ejJhKxQdxaeio_JfD39r2dVM/s220/anime-4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSk1zXSoKa-qVStZ-pdPb9syMXAwBoi-9IAzgqU-11bISTAo57Vf3wdv4xG40NyQEVWR_qikAOlVNeCRhWNOeunvbBNV24Ev6l7HmsQzGNh1vMvMg-HgXXeQpRnaarROuZTMbfFdyW6Y/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1708079462664316797.post-2219009528340946479</id><published>2011-09-09T18:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T18:49:22.301+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Just for news"/><title type='text'>Brain chip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;For the first time IBM developed &quot;Brain Chip&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;This chip works on the basis of human thought patterns. This chip can be programmed to provide information without first such chip in general and can also respond to real-world signals such as temperature, sound, and movement. Challenges in training the computer to behave like a human brain has tested the limits of science for decades. But researchers from IBM today said they have made a key step toward combining two of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;The techniques explored by IBM and other companies and university research laboratories around the &#39;cognitive computing&#39; can lead to chips that are better able to adapt to unexpected information. U.S. technology company has built two prototype chips that said process data much like how people digest information from the chip that currently power a PC and a supercomputer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;This chip is an important milestone in the project for six years which has involved 100 researchers and spent $ 41million (£ 25million) from the U.S. Department of Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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