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Rita Octaviani</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/spirit" /><feedburner:info uri="spirit" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCRXw6fCp7ImA9WxRTEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-1742418240791477846</id><published>2008-08-29T18:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:11:04.214+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-29T18:11:04.214+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friend" /><title>My precious</title><content type="html">I spend all my days here the same way&lt;br /&gt;chilling out, relaxed, and unconcerned&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to do&lt;br /&gt;It's totally overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;But i think i'm always ready to do what i can&lt;br /&gt;because i believe everyone here has a courage within themself&lt;br /&gt;and this smile inside their heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not say it very often&lt;br /&gt;But i really am grateful for my family and friend&lt;br /&gt;The time we spend together is so special&lt;br /&gt;I could never replace any of them&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got this moment; we’ve got each other&lt;br /&gt;Stopping, standing, and laughing together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, present, and the future&lt;br /&gt;I’m so thankful for you all here&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;It makes today seem like a wild dream&lt;br /&gt;I promise u&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never forget it&lt;br /&gt;My precious one&lt;br /&gt;Who laugh with me &lt;br /&gt;Support me&lt;br /&gt;And keep me going&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-1742418240791477846?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1742418240791477846/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=1742418240791477846&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/1742418240791477846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/1742418240791477846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-precious.html" title="My precious" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QNRH08fip7ImA9WxdaFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-4670082188259034531</id><published>2008-08-25T16:55:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:16:35.376+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-25T17:16:35.376+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>A Beautiful Heart</title><content type="html">One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there &lt;br /&gt;were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? &lt;br /&gt;The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. &lt;br /&gt;"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. &lt;br /&gt;So now do you see what true beauty is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and &lt;br /&gt;ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. &lt;br /&gt;It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, &lt;br /&gt;since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. &lt;br /&gt;They embraced and walked away side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-4670082188259034531?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4670082188259034531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=4670082188259034531&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/4670082188259034531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/4670082188259034531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-heart.html" title="A Beautiful Heart" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDQXc5fCp7ImA9WxdaEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-6439295756987805501</id><published>2008-08-20T15:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:52:50.924+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-20T15:52:50.924+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><title>We Cannot Direct the Wind but We Can Adjust Our Sails</title><content type="html">I first saw this quote at a friend's house several years ago. I don't know who said it but it's one of those things that you don't think much about, at the time, but it keeps coming back to you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For me it was reoccurring as I've had to adjust to events that were beyond my control. Some were serious challenges, such as losing a loved one. Others were less so. I know that I'm not alone. Life is like that. We lose jobs. We lose some we love. We end a marriage or a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've learned. Adjusting our sails means making choices. Often these choices are not easy, but ultimately it's easier than trying to change the direction of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make choices every day!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we make them consciously and with good thought but too often we make them without solid thought. AND, sometimes we make choices by making no conscious choice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take no action is in and of itself is making a choice. By making no choice, we leave the outcome to fate or worse; to the whims of others. And, it is this that leads us to feel like victims and powerless. Eventually it leads to martyrdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make life choices, there are some clear things we can do. We need to know ourselves. What are our priorities? What is important to you? &lt;br /&gt;Are you staying a job because it is working for you or because you don't know what else to do? &lt;br /&gt;Are you choosing or are you just stuck? &lt;br /&gt;What would you have to give up to make a different choice? What would you gain? &lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is reality! Choices do not come without a price. Only after you look at life in this way can you really see it as a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you might say "How do we make choices when life intervenes and things we didn't plan happen?" Well, first, we don't have to wait to have a catastrophic event to pay attention to making choices. After all, practice makes perfect. If you become aware of the choices you make in everyday life and how they impact you, you will become more aware of your ability to make choices in the rough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only make choices when we realize that we have them and we can only do that when we are ready to deal with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is sometimes unpleasant, even painful. Having choices does not mean that things are easy or that we will always be happy with them. Life is give and take and so are our choices. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our first choice is not even on the list. We may not even like most of the choices available. So, we too often tend to think we have no choice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we always have choices! If nothing else, we can choose how to respond to the life events over which we had no choice. If you lose a job, you can choose to see this as a defeat or as an opportunity. You can feel sorry for yourself or you can choose to be challenged. Who knows what else is out there until you take the time to look. And, many of us don't do that unless life pushes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly one of the most challenging times in life is losing a loved one. We can feel hopeless and powerless. We can really believe we have no choices and just live in our grief. But, we can choose how to look at life. Are you cursed or were you blessed to have wonderful and strong memories? What do you want to do with those memories? Do you want to see only that there will be no more memories or do you want to keep those great memories alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can even choose our attitude. Just about every event in life has both negative and positive. Where do we put our focus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem like so much common sense. But we all know someone who makes few choices and feels victimized by life. Most of us have spent some time there ourselves. It is not a pretty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, each day, we need to check the direction of the wind, decide where we want to go and then set our sails to get there – as opposed to cursing the wind for not making it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD Bless Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= By Gayle LaSalle =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-6439295756987805501?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6439295756987805501/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=6439295756987805501&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6439295756987805501?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6439295756987805501?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-cannot-direct-wind-but-we-can-adjust.html" title="We Cannot Direct the Wind but We Can Adjust Our Sails" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMRno_eCp7ImA9WxdUGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-6102540904257817845</id><published>2008-08-05T17:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:09:47.440+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-05T18:09:47.440+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><title>Promise of A Lifetime</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhDh3QTyqKg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhDh3QTyqKg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen to my knees&lt;br /&gt;As I sing a lullaby of pain&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling broken in my melody&lt;br /&gt;As I sing to help the tears go away&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember the pledge you made to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re always there&lt;br /&gt;To my every prayer inside&lt;br /&gt;I’m clinging to the promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;I hear the words you say&lt;br /&gt;To never walk away from me and leave behind&lt;br /&gt;The promise of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you help me fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up, take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Find my way back from the storm&lt;br /&gt;And you show me how to grow&lt;br /&gt;Through the change&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the pledge you made to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am holding on to the hope I have inside&lt;br /&gt;With you I will stay through every day&lt;br /&gt;Putting my understanding aside&lt;br /&gt;And I am comforted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many thanks to somebody in somewhere who made this excellent clip mixing with a great song by kutless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my Lord. Thank you for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;I love You and I need You!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-6102540904257817845?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6102540904257817845/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=6102540904257817845&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6102540904257817845?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6102540904257817845?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/promise-of-lifetime-by-kutless.html" title="Promise of A Lifetime" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYESXw-eSp7ImA9WxdVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-1811261505140376901</id><published>2008-07-22T18:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:01:48.251+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-22T19:01:48.251+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><title>MONEY</title><content type="html">With money you can buy a house, but not a home.&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy a clock, but not time.&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy a bed, but not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy a book, but not knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;With money you can see a doctor, but not good health.&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy a position, but not respect.&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy blood, but not life.&lt;br /&gt;With money you can buy sex, but not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this chinese proverb from  somewhere emails. It's said that if you forward this, it would bring luck to you. Don't know whether it's true or not.&lt;br /&gt;Though, i think this is interesting! U know, the truth we can't deny. Yeah. This world, we can't live without money, but money also can't buy everything.&lt;br /&gt;So, somebody tell me. What do you think about MONEY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-1811261505140376901?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1811261505140376901/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=1811261505140376901&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/1811261505140376901?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/1811261505140376901?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/money.html" title="MONEY" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8EQ3Y4fyp7ImA9WxdWGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-874640997864089571</id><published>2008-07-12T10:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:53:22.837+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-12T10:53:22.837+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>10 Most Important Things</title><content type="html">These are 10 Most Important Things in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LOVE. The special feeling that makes you feel all warm and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. RESPECT. Treating others as well as you would like to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. APPRECIATION. To be grateful for all the good things that life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HAPPINESS. The full enjoyment of each moment. A smiling face! (Of course, smile in ur heart too ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FORGIVENESS. The ability to let things be without anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SHARING. The joy of giving without thought of receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HONESTY. The quality of always telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. INTEGRITY. The purity of doing what's right, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. COMPASSION. The essence of feeling another's pain, while easing their hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. PEACE. The reward for living the Most Important Things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-874640997864089571?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/874640997864089571/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=874640997864089571&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/874640997864089571?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/874640997864089571?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/10-most-important-things.html" title="10 Most Important Things" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAAQXo8fip7ImA9WxdWGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-6860409889476207854</id><published>2008-07-12T10:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:35:40.476+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-12T10:35:40.476+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desperate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><title>In order to survive</title><content type="html">She's been always and always ...&lt;br /&gt;Try to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Try to be brave&lt;br /&gt;Encourage herself till the end&lt;br /&gt;Try to be independent&lt;br /&gt;Push herself harder than anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Because she find weakness inside her&lt;br /&gt;But she would never let anybody know about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her life is a bit complicated&lt;br /&gt;Yet she always wish she has a simple life&lt;br /&gt;Living her life with smile and happiness around &lt;br /&gt;Sadness and Pain making her harder than before&lt;br /&gt;Once she had let herself moaning and weeping around&lt;br /&gt;Complaining and blaming around,&lt;br /&gt;as she was thrown to the lowest into the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time she thought she couldn't hold on anymore&lt;br /&gt;She thought she's gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;But there she is ...&lt;br /&gt;Standing still&lt;br /&gt;Pushing herself to do the best she could&lt;br /&gt;Telling herself that she's strong enough to struggle &lt;br /&gt;She's trying to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never shows her tears&lt;br /&gt;She never shows her fears&lt;br /&gt;She could be dangerous&lt;br /&gt;She could be tenderous&lt;br /&gt;It's all in order to survive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-6860409889476207854?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6860409889476207854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=6860409889476207854&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6860409889476207854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6860409889476207854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-order-to-survive.html" title="In order to survive" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcARXk4eCp7ImA9WxdSGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-3734558263105967793</id><published>2008-05-28T10:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:40:44.730+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-28T10:40:44.730+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motivation" /><title>Let D Sun Shine On You</title><content type="html">Wake up one morning&lt;br /&gt;You realize&lt;br /&gt;Your life is one big compromise&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in the job you swore was only temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like the world is passing you by&lt;br /&gt;Never done all the things you wanted to try&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in one place&lt;br /&gt;Got a pain in your face&lt;br /&gt;From all your stressin' out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like there's nothing, nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;You try and fight &lt;br /&gt;But you can't let go of all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Got so much to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you ask yourself,&lt;br /&gt;"There's got to be more than what I'm living for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask yourself there's got to be something else&lt;br /&gt;Something more, more, more...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let the sun shine on your face&lt;br /&gt;And don't let your life go to waste&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time&lt;br /&gt;Got to make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just let it shine on you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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/><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IHRH46eSp7ImA9WxZTGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-2124613025884141459</id><published>2008-01-21T15:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:32:15.011+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-21T17:32:15.011+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><title>Love and Heart</title><content type="html">Love. What is Love? &lt;br /&gt;It just come from now nowhere, and actually you have no idea about what, when, where, and how. All you know that it just suddenly come and stay in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You can't control it. &lt;br /&gt;It could make you strong, be braver than you are before,&lt;br /&gt;instead of, that it could make you weak, throwing you down to lowest 'ground'.&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it, but you can feel it in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart. What is heart?&lt;br /&gt;When you are in love, just by those stare, that smile, the presence, then you can feel it whole in your heart, so fully.&lt;br /&gt;And from that moment, it moves the whole part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;You feel happy, &lt;br /&gt;You feel full, &lt;br /&gt;Your life taste so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;You feel brave.&lt;br /&gt;But in the same heart, when we are in the different view and decision, it will be soon become empty.&lt;br /&gt;So, in order to fill up your heart,&lt;br /&gt;You're searching for everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;You're seeing anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;And when you think you already seen enough,&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, it's an endless hole ...&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try to fill it up, still couldn't fill it wholefully.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, those who are suffering, only can push themself to work very hard,&lt;br /&gt;so there won't be a chance for them to think and weeping about their love and pain in their heart.&lt;div 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/><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcCRnY-eyp7ImA9WB9XFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-7545444217888121872</id><published>2007-11-09T19:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:07:47.853+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-09T19:07:47.853+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><title>CHaNGeS</title><content type="html">"Life as we know it can happen so quickly, &lt;br /&gt;change in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;Unlikely friendships can blossom ...&lt;br /&gt;Important careers can be tossed aside ...&lt;br /&gt;A long lost hope can be rekindled.&lt;br /&gt;Still, we should be grateful for whatever changes life throws at us,&lt;br /&gt;Because all too soon the day will come ...&lt;br /&gt;When there are no changes left."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-7545444217888121872?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7545444217888121872/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=7545444217888121872&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/7545444217888121872?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/7545444217888121872?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/changes.html" title="CHaNGeS" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNSXo9fCp7ImA9WB9QGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-1639333028312502916</id><published>2007-11-01T11:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:44:58.464+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-01T11:44:58.464+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><title>The Perfect Couple</title><content type="html">"Have you met the perfect couple ...&lt;br /&gt;The two soul mates, whose love never dies?&lt;br /&gt;The two lovers, whose relationship is never threatened?&lt;br /&gt;The husband and wife, who trust each other completely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't met the perfect couple ...&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you.&lt;br /&gt;They stand at top of layer of buttercream frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of their success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, &lt;br /&gt;They don't have to look at each other."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-1639333028312502916?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1639333028312502916/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=1639333028312502916&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/1639333028312502916?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/1639333028312502916?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/11/perfect-couple.html" title="The Perfect Couple" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMQ3g6cSp7ImA9WB9QGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-4795748431989892244</id><published>2007-10-31T14:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:36:22.619+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-31T14:36:22.619+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosophy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><title>Happiness</title><content type="html">"From the moment we wake up in the morning till our head hits the pillow at night, our lives are filled with questions. Most are easily answered and soon forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;But some question are much harder to ask, because we're so afraid of the answer.&lt;br /&gt;And what happens when we ask ourself the hard question and get the answer we'd been hoping for?  &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's when happiness begins."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-4795748431989892244?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4795748431989892244/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=4795748431989892244&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/4795748431989892244?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/4795748431989892244?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/happiness.html" title="Happiness" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MNSXc-cCp7ImA9WB9QFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-6301446347231154090</id><published>2007-10-27T20:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:24:58.958+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-27T20:24:58.958+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>When U're Gone</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xJfw38H-8_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xJfw38H-8_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh-huh! Also this song: &lt;br /&gt; [When you're gone, The pieces of my heart are missing you ...]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I Miss You --&gt;&gt; Dedicated 2 "ELV"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-6301446347231154090?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6301446347231154090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=6301446347231154090&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6301446347231154090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6301446347231154090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-ure-gone.html" title="When U're Gone" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDSXk5fCp7ImA9WB9QFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-5744879616801251068</id><published>2007-10-27T19:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:49:38.724+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-27T19:49:38.724+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics" /><title>Shadow of the Day</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tmO1E4hYlA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tmO1E4hYlA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/scroller2.swf?lyricid=2147444879&amp;border=2&amp;bordert=0&amp;bgfont=0x000000&amp;bg=http://www.metrolyrics.com/scroller/bgs/linkin-2.jpg&amp;filter=0x000000&amp;filtert=5&amp;txt=0xFFFFFF&amp;fontname=arial&amp;fontsize=11&amp;speed=2" quality="high" width="180" height="210" name="scroll" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/linkin-park-lyrics.html"&gt;Linkin Park Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/"&gt;Shadow of the Day Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In love with this song this lately ... so deep! Reminds me of that someone ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-5744879616801251068?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5744879616801251068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=5744879616801251068&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/5744879616801251068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/5744879616801251068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/shadow-of-day.html" title="Shadow of the Day" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUCRX0_eSp7ImA9WB9SGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-852208178610342079</id><published>2007-10-09T13:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:11:04.341+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-09T13:11:04.341+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desperate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics" /><title>TruST</title><content type="html">I've never believed in the red thread.&lt;br /&gt;I thought fate was something to grab.&lt;br /&gt;At an incredible speed it winds around.&lt;br /&gt;I've become tired of this world,&lt;br /&gt;even though I've searched for the hand that will save love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to arrive. Sometime, when&lt;br /&gt;I found myself through you,&lt;br /&gt;from that day I felt like I could get much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Because I can be proud of myself,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give up and&lt;br /&gt;I waved goodbye at my troubling past.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned for the first time&lt;br /&gt;what is most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've hurt you by&lt;br /&gt;being lost about being by your side.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I falsely learned&lt;br /&gt;what true happiness is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop paying attention to what others say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eternity in which I move closer&lt;br /&gt;to your lips is something i've never seen, but&lt;br /&gt;if it's us two, I think we can believe it&lt;br /&gt;because we're not alone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't have to end for everyone&lt;br /&gt;like a long night finally breaking into dawn&lt;br /&gt;I believe in myself, take one step forward,&lt;br /&gt;and I feel like I can go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "Genevieve" dedicated to me (again) : "Believe in urself &amp; God!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-852208178610342079?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/852208178610342079/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=852208178610342079&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/852208178610342079?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/852208178610342079?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/trust.html" title="TruST" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IESXc4eip7ImA9WB9SGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-7207592437748758333</id><published>2007-10-09T12:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:58:28.932+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-09T12:58:28.932+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desperate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><title>Endless Sorrow</title><content type="html">What if you're alone&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly become blind,&lt;br /&gt;and what if despite that&lt;br /&gt;you kept walking forward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come here, take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've only got&lt;br /&gt;one wing...&lt;br /&gt;Even if I only have&lt;br /&gt;one wing left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there was&lt;br /&gt;nothing to believe in,&lt;br /&gt;and what if all that's left&lt;br /&gt;is despair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, hear my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this era overflowing&lt;br /&gt;with wingless angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are left&lt;br /&gt;with no wings...&lt;br /&gt;I still have one&lt;br /&gt;wing left, so...&lt;br /&gt;Together... together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "Genevieve" dedicated to me : "Be strong, Sweetheart..!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-7207592437748758333?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7207592437748758333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=7207592437748758333&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/7207592437748758333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/7207592437748758333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/endless-sorrow.html" title="Endless Sorrow" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8BQ3w-fyp7ImA9WB5aGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-8798445348411970657</id><published>2007-09-15T06:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:24:12.257+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-15T12:24:12.257+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes" /><title>"The new Euro language"</title><content type="html">&lt;font class="mediumtxt"&gt;The European Union commissioners have announced that agreement has been reached to adopt English as the preferred language for European communications, rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, Her Majesty's Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year phased plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short). &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; In the first year, "s" will be used instead of the soft "c". Sertainly, sivil servants will resieve this news with joy. Also, the hard "c" will be replaced with "k". Not only will this klear up konfusion, but typewriters kan have one less letter. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; There will be growing publik emthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced by "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20 per sent shorter. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Governments will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of silent "e"s in the languag is disgrasful, and they would go. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" by z" and "w" by v &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou", and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; After zis fifz yer, ve vil hav a reli sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubls or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech ozer. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Ze drem vil finali kum tru!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Why is the world keep going complicated?! $&amp;#@!%&amp;*#$%* ... "&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-8798445348411970657?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8798445348411970657/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=8798445348411970657&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/8798445348411970657?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/8798445348411970657?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-euro-language.html" title="&amp;quot;The new Euro language&amp;quot;" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4HSXYzcSp7ImA9WB5aFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-3325432076616232563</id><published>2007-09-13T10:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:25:38.889+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-13T10:25:38.889+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="philosophy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><title>Quality of Life</title><content type="html">Quality of life, it's not about material (wealth - how much money u've got, how rich u are), honer, great status, &amp; empowerment. Quality of life is the essence in ur life; of what u really seek for in this life; the real meaning, the real purpose of what u've been searching for in ur entire life (what u really want!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who got the quality of their life : appreciate their life, enjoy n living their life well, get the real happiness from deep inside their heart (not a fake one!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality of life doesn't mean having wealth, power, or intelligence. It's matter of how much u appreciate ur life, how much love u give and receive from others, and how much the joy n happines u've got from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, Freedom, Wealth, Status n Power...&lt;br /&gt;Which one do u chooose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-3325432076616232563?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3325432076616232563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=3325432076616232563&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/3325432076616232563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/3325432076616232563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/quality-of-life.html" title="Quality of Life" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQCRXc7eCp7ImA9WB5aE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-5040046957338106587</id><published>2007-09-09T11:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T11:49:24.900+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-09T11:49:24.900+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><title>Deja Vu</title><content type="html">Ever have deja vu? Now this is the explanation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an eerie experience that just about everyone has had more than once:&lt;br /&gt;you walk into a room or find yourself in a conversation, and suddenly you have the overwhelming sense--even though you know it's impossible-- that you've been here before. Psychologists call it déjà vu--"already seen," in French--but despite the phenomenon's universal familiarity, no one has offered a convincing explanation for why it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the mystery may have been solved, by a team of neuroscientists at MIT's Picower Institute for Learning and Memory. Researcher Thomas McHugh and several colleagues have uncovered a specific memory circuit in the brains of mice that is probably the cause of this weird sensation, which turns out to be a sort of memory-based analogue of an optical illusion. Although neuroscientists have realized for some time that memory is made up of many different components-- long and short term, episodic (that is to say, memories of events) and fact based, and that it takes place in different parts of the brain--McHugh' s research, first reported in the online edition of Science, adds another intriguing clue to the phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McHugh and his team were trying to untangle the neurological circuitry of the hippocampus, a region of the brain where new memories are formed. Neuroscientists know memories are actually groups of brain cells linked by especially strong chemical connections; recalling a memory involves finding and activating a specific group. It's important for the brain to know some memories are similar to each other- The pleasure of eating raspberries is much like that of eating strawberries, for example. But it's also important to be able to distinguish memories that are similar but not identical--eating another kind of red berry could make you sick. This ability is known as pattern separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McHugh's senior colleague Susumu Tonegawa, a Nobel laureate for his work on the genetics of immunity, had uncovered a related mechanism, called pattern completion, several years ago. That enables you to retrieve complete memories based on just a single cue--for example, the question "Did we go to school together?" &lt;br /&gt;He and McHugh suspected, based on this earlier work, that they could identify the specific gene that regulated pattern separation. So they used genetic engineering to create a mouse without this crucial gene and devised an experiment to test the hypothesis. The mice were guided into a box where they would get a mild foot shock; they would react by freezing. Then they were guided into a very similar box with no shock. The altered mice would freeze in the safe box as well, and it took them a long time to figure out the difference. Normal mice figured it out pretty quickly. It's also this circuit, the scientists are convinced, that explains déjà vu. Every so often, they believe, the pattern-separation circuit misfires, and a new experience that's merely similar to an older one seems identical. "It doesn't happen very often to most people," Tonegawa says. Intriguingly, some people with epilepsy have this experience all the time. "Epileptic seizures involve random firing of neurons in the temporal lobes, which include the&lt;br /&gt;hippocampus, " he says, and that could scramble the circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people with epilepsy-induced déjà vu usually don't experience the same&lt;br /&gt;disturbing eeriness that's so common in others. And that difference supports&lt;br /&gt;McHugh and Tonegawa's theory as well. "We suspect that the strange feeling&lt;br /&gt;comes from a conflict between two parts of the brain," Tonegawa says. "The&lt;br /&gt;neocortex is aware of the fact that you've never been in a situation before.&lt;br /&gt;The hippocampus is telling you that, yes, you have." As basic research scientists, Tonegawa and McHugh don't claim that their work will lead to a drug or therapy--not yet. And if it does, nobody is likely to focus on déjà vu, a mere side effect of memory. But a fuller understanding of how the hippocampus works could lead to the creation of a drug that strengthens the pattern-recognition circuit, which could help people overcome fearful memories that are triggered by associations with a&lt;br /&gt;familiar-seeming place (like a dentist's office). Of course, if you strengthen the circuitry too much, you might get the opposite illusion: jamais vu, in which you get the eerie feeling that you've never been in a situation before even though you know otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a confusing explanation! (Kebanyakan bahasa ilmiahnya soalnye - bahasa tingkat tinggi booo! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Thanx to Billy. N, for this nice article."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-5040046957338106587?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5040046957338106587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=5040046957338106587&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/5040046957338106587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/5040046957338106587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/deja-vu.html" title="Deja Vu" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEGQnw5fSp7ImA9WB5aEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-6488985881173784532</id><published>2007-09-08T12:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T12:50:23.225+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-08T12:50:23.225+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><title>Don't Stop Dancing - by Creed</title><content type="html">&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KN8fzNXLKW"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KN8fzNXLKW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times life is wicked and I just can't see the light&lt;br /&gt;A silver lining sometimes isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;To make some wrongs seem right&lt;br /&gt;Whatever life brings&lt;br /&gt;I've been through everything&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm on my knees again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I must go on&lt;br /&gt;Although I hurt I must be strong&lt;br /&gt;Because inside I know that many feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Children don't stop dancing&lt;br /&gt;Believe you can fly&lt;br /&gt;Away...away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times life's unfair and you know it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;Hey God I know I'm just a dot in this world&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgot about me?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever life brings&lt;br /&gt;I've been through everything&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm on my knees again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I must go on&lt;br /&gt;Although I hurt I must be strong&lt;br /&gt;Because inside I know that many feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hiding in the shadows?&lt;br /&gt;Forget the pain and forget the sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hiding in the shadows?&lt;br /&gt;Forget the pain and forget the sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I must go on&lt;br /&gt;Although I hurt I must be strong&lt;br /&gt;Because inside I know that many feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hiding in the shadows?&lt;br /&gt;Are we hiding in the shadows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love the song. Love the lyrics... Don't you? "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-6488985881173784532?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6488985881173784532/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=6488985881173784532&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6488985881173784532?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/6488985881173784532?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-stop-dancing-by-creed.html" title="Don't Stop Dancing - by Creed" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDQH0yeCp7ImA9WB5aEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-7952875776733756429</id><published>2007-09-08T09:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:41:11.390+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-08T09:41:11.390+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="desperate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><title>Lonelyness</title><content type="html">People afraid of dark. People afraid of snake. People afraid of rat. People afraid of spider. People afraid of shark. People afraid of high. People afraid of ... bla bla blaa.. But what's the most they're afraid of? It is lonelyness, "alone" in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonelyness, the biggest fear of human being (i guess) in this journey called life.&lt;br /&gt;Fear to know that there's noone else they can talk and share to.&lt;br /&gt;Fear to know that there's noone else to love and to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Fear to know that there's noone else to take care and be taken care.&lt;br /&gt;Fear to know that there's noone else could understand and see the real inside them and know how they felt.&lt;br /&gt;Fear to know that there's noone else they can laugh and cry together along with.&lt;br /&gt;Fear to know that they just all alone by themself.&lt;br /&gt;'Coz the fact is, they need all of that to keep them "alive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of lonelyness?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you think you're better off alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-7952875776733756429?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7952875776733756429/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=7952875776733756429&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/7952875776733756429?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/7952875776733756429?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/lonelyness.html" title="Lonelyness" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBQn84fip7ImA9WB5aEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-3473603249897470037</id><published>2007-09-07T10:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:27:33.136+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-07T10:27:33.136+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jokes" /><title>Men are like ... (Hihihi... ;p)</title><content type="html">Men are like ... Coffee&lt;br /&gt;  The best ones are rich, warm, full-bodied and can keep you&lt;br /&gt;  up all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Cement&lt;br /&gt;  After getting laid, they take a long time to get hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Chocolate Bars&lt;br /&gt;  Sweet, smooth and they usually head right for your hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Blenders&lt;br /&gt;  You think that you need one, but you're not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Coolers&lt;br /&gt;  Load them with beer and you can take them anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Copiers&lt;br /&gt;  You need them for reproduction, but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Curling Irons&lt;br /&gt;  They're always hot, and they're always in your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Government Bonds&lt;br /&gt;  They take so long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... High Heels&lt;br /&gt;  They're easy to walk on once you get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Horoscopes&lt;br /&gt;  They always tell you what to do and are usually wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Lawn Mowers&lt;br /&gt;  If you're not pushing one around, then you're riding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Lava Lamps&lt;br /&gt;  Fun to look at, but not all that bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Laxatives&lt;br /&gt;  They irritate the shit out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Mascara&lt;br /&gt;  They usually run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Mini Skirts&lt;br /&gt;  If you're not careful they'll creep up your legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Noodles&lt;br /&gt;  They're always in hot water, they lack taste, and they need&lt;br /&gt;  dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Parking Spots&lt;br /&gt;  The good ones are already taken and the ones that are left are&lt;br /&gt;  handicapped or extremely small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Weather&lt;br /&gt;  Nothing can be done to change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Plungers&lt;br /&gt;  They spend most of their lives in a hardware store or the&lt;br /&gt;  bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;  They satisfy you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Placemats&lt;br /&gt;  They only show up when there's food on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Snowstorms&lt;br /&gt;  You never know when he's coming, how many inches you'll&lt;br /&gt;  get or how long he will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Used Cars&lt;br /&gt;  Both are easy to get, cheap, and unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like ... Vacations.&lt;br /&gt;  They never seem to be long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Taken from my milist. "Thanx for the posting sweetie... It's nice post! LOL " ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-3473603249897470037?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3473603249897470037/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=3473603249897470037&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/3473603249897470037?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/3473603249897470037?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/men-are-like-hihihi-p.html" title="Men are like ... (Hihihi... ;p)" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENSHk4cSp7ImA9WB5aEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-296530547459516772</id><published>2007-09-07T09:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:54:59.739+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-07T09:54:59.739+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><title>ReaL Me</title><content type="html">What I get?&lt;br /&gt;What you get?&lt;br /&gt;It may be an illusion&lt;br /&gt;And we may only want to believe&lt;br /&gt;That we have got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I say?&lt;br /&gt;What you say?&lt;br /&gt;If we don't express&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts and feelings in words&lt;br /&gt;They may not be understood nor reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present time&lt;br /&gt;Starts here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman never runs away&lt;br /&gt;A woman never hides away&lt;br /&gt;In order to survive&lt;br /&gt;You should not want to be healed&lt;br /&gt;Without fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman never shows her fears&lt;br /&gt;A woman never shows her tears&lt;br /&gt;In order to survive&lt;br /&gt;You should not easily&lt;br /&gt;Show your tears to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need?&lt;br /&gt;What you need?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all right&lt;br /&gt;So long as I have desires&lt;br /&gt;And am not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I lose?&lt;br /&gt;What you lose?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have heard enough people saying&lt;br /&gt;That they knew the value of something&lt;br /&gt;Only after losing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;It's here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman could be dangerous&lt;br /&gt;A woman could be generous&lt;br /&gt;In order to survive&lt;br /&gt;We cannot always be&lt;br /&gt;So good girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman could be having fun&lt;br /&gt;A woman could be like a nun&lt;br /&gt;In order to survive&lt;br /&gt;We cannot be kind to others&lt;br /&gt;Before we know pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman never shows her fears&lt;br /&gt;A woman never shows her tears&lt;br /&gt;In order to survive&lt;br /&gt;You should not easily&lt;br /&gt;Show your tears to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman could be having fun&lt;br /&gt;A woman could be like a nun&lt;br /&gt;In order to survive&lt;br /&gt;As I know&lt;br /&gt;You see the real me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Taken from ayumi lyrics. Love it! So-called "Girl Power"!`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-296530547459516772?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/296530547459516772/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=296530547459516772&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/296530547459516772?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/296530547459516772?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/real-me.html" title="ReaL Me" /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DSXY6eyp7ImA9WB5aEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-7435170856983937393</id><published>2007-09-06T10:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:39:38.813+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-06T10:39:38.813+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Day of Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><title>When we share ...</title><content type="html">When we share laughter,&lt;br /&gt;There's twice the fun;&lt;br /&gt;When we share success,&lt;br /&gt;We've surpassed what we've done.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When we share problems,&lt;br /&gt;There's half the pain;&lt;br /&gt;When we share tears,&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow follows rain.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When we share dreams,&lt;br /&gt;They become more real;&lt;br /&gt;When we share secrets,&lt;br /&gt;It's our hearts we reveal.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If we share a smile,&lt;br /&gt;That's when our love shows;&lt;br /&gt;If we share a hug,&lt;br /&gt;That's when our love grows.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If we share with someone&lt;br /&gt;On whom we depend,&lt;br /&gt;That person is always&lt;br /&gt;Family or friend.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;And what draws us closer&lt;br /&gt;And makes us all care,&lt;br /&gt;Is not what we have,&lt;br /&gt;But the things we share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4915821409760466263-7435170856983937393?l=smilebyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7435170856983937393/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4915821409760466263&amp;postID=7435170856983937393&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/7435170856983937393?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4915821409760466263/posts/default/7435170856983937393?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilebyheart.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-we-share.html" title="When we share ..." /><author><name>GeNoVe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13238043840295048742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYBSHw8eSp7ImA9WB5aEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915821409760466263.post-3282362148505476308</id><published>2007-09-06T10:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:42:39.271+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-06T10:42:39.271+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religious" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="insight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inspiration" /><title>"Always look at the Big Picture ..."</title><content type="html">Hmmm... someone has forwarded this to me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't u think this is the best to describe that God always stay n protect us wherever n whenever we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j7Xxd2V_azM/Rt90hVo1XxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-LV1zAGbvs4/s1600-h/god+protect+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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