<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:13:05.357+07:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='oren arnold'/><category term='joel osteen'/><category term='back'/><category term='george sampson'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='cry'/><category term='news'/><category term='mat redmann'/><category term='merry christmas'/><category term='gift'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='waith and see'/><category term='rumahrenungan.com'/><category term='home'/><category term='misery'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='typealyzer'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>310</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6669588371298647349</id><published>2010-05-16T06:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T06:46:44.299+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naked heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='julie miller'/><title type='text'>My Naked Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="304"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AWBvddnX9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4AWBvddnX9Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="304"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't want you to see me like this, don't want you to know how it really is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I put on this smile 'til you go away, and hope that my eyes don't give me away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can pretend that everything is alright; I've gotten really good, I've done it all of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep you at a distance so you can't tell I'm not doing very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you find out who I really am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I show you what I keep in the dark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripped of my defences, can your love really clothe my naked heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've gotten so used to having this pain, can't imagine it could ever change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I should look at he truth inside I feel like I might not survive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I wrap up this part that doesn't look good; I make it look lovely, like I think it should,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you only know who I pretend to be I'll never know if you could really love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you find out who I really am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I show you what I keep in the dark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripped of my defences, can your love really clothe my naked heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you find out who I really am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I show you what I keep in the dark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripped of my defences, can your love really clothe my naked heart?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you find out who I really am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I show you what I keep in the dark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripped of my defences, can your love really clothe my naked heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6669588371298647349?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6669588371298647349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6669588371298647349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6669588371298647349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6669588371298647349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-naked-heart.html' title='My Naked Heart'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1635652865680615499</id><published>2010-02-02T17:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:08:38.007+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Risen from the Deep Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I am back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inspiration-for-singles.com/images/wake-up-happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.inspiration-for-singles.com/images/wake-up-happy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it's been almost a year that I have neglected this blog. No, I did not forget to update this blog. I was just so uninspired to write something religious or share my spiritual journey, as I haven't experienced any :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new year has inspired me to develop my spiritual journey and to share some (again) through this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope this time I can be more inspired and discipline to update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you, anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1635652865680615499?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1635652865680615499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1635652865680615499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1635652865680615499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1635652865680615499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2010/02/risen-from-deep-sleep.html' title='Risen from the Deep Sleep'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-5754857993015850537</id><published>2009-05-06T23:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:03:05.808+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waith and see'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KSBJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandon heath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finish'/><title type='text'>He's not finished with me yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A very nice song i listened at &lt;a href="http://www.ksbj.org"&gt;KSBJ online radio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It appears to be a very great encouragemnt for my situation now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJwlmb4V-0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJwlmb4V-0Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waith And See - Brandon Heath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;Late July humidity&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said I was lucky to be alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been trouble since the day that I got here&lt;br /&gt;Trouble till the day that I disappear&lt;br /&gt;That’ll be the day that I finally get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for me yet&lt;br /&gt;Because God won’t forget&lt;br /&gt;All the plans he’s made for me&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;He’s not finished with me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really was that good in school&lt;br /&gt;I talked too much, broke the rules&lt;br /&gt;Teacher thought I was hopeless fool alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how but I made it through&lt;br /&gt;It’s one of those things that you’ve gotta do&lt;br /&gt;But I always had a knack for telling the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering why I’m here&lt;br /&gt;Still wrestling with my fear&lt;br /&gt;But oh, He’s up to something&lt;br /&gt;And the farther on I go&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen enough to know&lt;br /&gt;That I’m, not here for nothing&lt;br /&gt;He’s up to something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now’s my time to be a man&lt;br /&gt;Follow my heart as far as I can&lt;br /&gt;No telling where I’m ending up tonight&lt;br /&gt;I never slow down or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;But singing my heart it’s one of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta do is hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-5754857993015850537?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/5754857993015850537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=5754857993015850537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5754857993015850537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5754857993015850537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-not-finished-with-me-yet.html' title='He&apos;s not finished with me yet'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7940422946347104338</id><published>2009-05-04T01:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:10:03.304+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steven curtis chapmand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with hope'/><title type='text'>With Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dedicate this song to my beloved friend and sister, who has just lost her husband in a road accident in Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Please lift up my friend and their almost-1-year-old daughter in your prayer. Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcYRr1dk7wA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcYRr1dk7wA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7940422946347104338?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7940422946347104338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7940422946347104338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7940422946347104338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7940422946347104338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2009/05/with-hope.html' title='With Hope'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2367681800198741117</id><published>2009-04-29T18:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:27:43.741+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Ask God to give you sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once a boy went to a shop with his mother. The shop keeper looked at the small cute child and showed him a bottle with sweets and said &lt;em&gt;'Dear Child..u can take the sweets...&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the child didnt take. The shop keeper was surprised.. such a small child he is and why is he not taking the sweets from the bottle. Again he said take the sweets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the mother also heard that and said.. "&lt;em&gt;take the sweets dear.."&lt;/em&gt; Yet he didnt take. The shopkeeper seeing the child not taking the sweets. He himself took the sweets and gave to the child. The child was happy to get two hands full of sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While returning home the Mother asked the child... "&lt;em&gt;Why didnt you take the sweets, when the shop keeper told you to take?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you guess the response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child replies... "&lt;em&gt;Mom! my hands are very small and if i take the sweets i can only take few.. but now you see when uncle gave with his big hands.... how many more sweets i got!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral:&lt;/strong&gt; When we take we may get little but when God gives... HE gives us more beyond our expectations. .. more than what we can hold..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2367681800198741117?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2367681800198741117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2367681800198741117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2367681800198741117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2367681800198741117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2009/04/ask-god-to-give-you-sweets.html' title='Ask God to give you sweets'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-8386244929468886661</id><published>2009-02-25T05:21:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:29:09.851+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='33'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corrinne may'/><title type='text'>Being 33</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I accidentally downloaded this song a couple of weeks ago. I just found out the lyric and the meaning of this beautiful song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is beyond the matter of being 33. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feels like a milestone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Being in my 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends become mothers and fathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;With little ones of their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;So and so's a doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;A lawyer and accountant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;So and so's got married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;They've got a lifetime ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;A beautiful lifetime ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;33, the age that You died for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now here I am at 33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;33, You crowned it with Your life upon a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;The mystery of Your love for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;We could have been schoolmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Studying together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;We could have had tea and scones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And talked about our day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;You walk this path before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Living close to guide me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're thirsty for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;To show a little care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;You've hidden in faces everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Corrinne May - 33)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it is kinda a trigger for me to think what I have been doing so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am almost 25 (gosh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What have I done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I done any significant things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I set examples to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have I showed my love and cared someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try harder, I suppose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-8386244929468886661?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/8386244929468886661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=8386244929468886661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8386244929468886661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8386244929468886661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-33.html' title='Being 33'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-5330359574677572565</id><published>2009-01-27T05:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:22:38.307+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if I could ask God one question'/><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you could ask God one question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://new.riverhillscc.com/riverhillscc/podcasts/ask-god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 200px;" src="http://new.riverhillscc.com/riverhillscc/podcasts/ask-god.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine would be "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do You really love me?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch &lt;a href="http://video.google.nl/videoplay?docid=-1397832080067630680&amp;amp;ei=EzF-SfqWB5LQjwKslLz_DA&amp;amp;q=if+i+could+ask+god+one+question"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; if you like. The questions really struck me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-5330359574677572565?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/5330359574677572565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=5330359574677572565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5330359574677572565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5330359574677572565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2009/01/if.html' title='If...'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1233636054857585453</id><published>2009-01-15T01:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:04:29.605+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><title type='text'>Considering to apply for Phd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lapsura.com/drawings/archives/images/phd-in-awesomeness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.lapsura.com/drawings/archives/images/phd-in-awesomeness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lapsura.com/drawings/archives/images/phd-in-awesomeness.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1233636054857585453?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1233636054857585453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1233636054857585453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1233636054857585453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1233636054857585453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2009/01/considering-to-apply-for-phd.html' title='Considering to apply for Phd'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-275456841373991223</id><published>2009-01-14T04:51:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:59:13.780+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='definition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Define L-O-V-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SW0OopD_YpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nXzxD6GiPCo/s1600-h/What_Is_Love___by_PARANOIA__7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SW0OopD_YpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nXzxD6GiPCo/s320/What_Is_Love___by_PARANOIA__7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290901228610347666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What is love for you, Nia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a good question. Shakespeare, too, was trying to figure that out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;They do not love that do not show their love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;The course of true love never did run smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He wrote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, how would you define love in a not-Shakespeare term? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falling in love likes liking something or someone, and you cannot get enough of it. You want more, more and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is like when you say “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You so love it that you cannot get enough of it. You cannot resist the temptation to have more, more, and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever form it may possess, you still love it! Whether it is small, big; beautifully wrapped or just a big, ugly chunk of it. You just gonna love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is how I define love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You start falling in love with someone. You cannot stop thinking about him. You cannot stop wanting to meet him. You just met, but you want to meet again. You just had dinner, but you so need to call him before you go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You cannot get enough of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You want to see him. You want to hear his voice. You want to meet him. You want to get a grip of his hand, even though they are the same five-fingers hands all the time, yes, you want to hold these hands like, forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Call me childish, but isn’t love so beautifully childish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And another good thing of being &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;falling in love is it lasts forever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another friend perceives love as home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, a home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everywhere you go, anywhere you go; you will go back to a home. Wherever it is, isn’t it? It could be your hometown. It could be your second hometown. It could be anywhere! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But a real home is where your beloved one is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It doesn’t matter when time is rough. It doesn’t matter when the storm strike, because you are home, with the one you love the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I agree. I approve her definition of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Refer to what my friend asked earlier “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is love for you, Nia?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess, these are my definitions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does yours the same? Or even better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let’s fall in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-275456841373991223?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/275456841373991223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=275456841373991223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/275456841373991223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/275456841373991223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2009/01/define-l-o-v-e.html' title='Define L-O-V-E'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SW0OopD_YpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nXzxD6GiPCo/s72-c/What_Is_Love___by_PARANOIA__7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7600084449143584543</id><published>2008-12-26T05:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:31:12.109+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merry christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oren arnold'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;“Christmas gift suggestions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To your enemy, forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To an opponent, tolerance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To a friend, your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To a customer, service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To all, charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To every child, a good example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To yourself, respect.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oren Arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7600084449143584543?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7600084449143584543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7600084449143584543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7600084449143584543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7600084449143584543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-9222764556403854007</id><published>2008-12-23T03:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T03:06:48.657+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>This Christmas Makes Me Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrating Christmas in the Netherlands is something I have wanted so bad, since my return to Indonesia; especially 2006, I cried so bad missing my friends and family in the Netherlands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet, this year, having the opportunity to celebrate the joy of Christmas here, I regret my longing, saying in my heart "I wish I could be home for Christmas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This year is indeed a tough year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Christmas makes me thinking of my grandparents, especially my grandma, who passed away last August, some weeks before my depature to the Netherlands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dedicate this song, and this Christmas, to my grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss you, grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of loved ones who’ve passed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I pray their resting in a better place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think of memories of years gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And sometimes Christmas makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think of soldiers across the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Sometimes I wonder why its them instead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For my freedom they give their lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And sometimes Christmas makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tears of thankfulness, tears of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cry tears of joy at Christmas cause I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is peace on earth for every heart to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And sometimes Christmas makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think of families, I think of home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And say a prayer for those who spend this time alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause love can reach out into a silent night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that’s why Christmas makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think of Mary and the virgin birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I’m amazed at how much God thinks we’re worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That He would send His only Son to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And sometimes Christmas makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumrankings.com/showSong.php?song_id=904123"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click here to listen to the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-9222764556403854007?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/9222764556403854007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1980648014935464863</id><published>2008-12-15T08:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:08:06.399+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typealyzer'/><title type='text'>Lonesome Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.typealyzer.com/"&gt;Typealyzer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, my blog's personality is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ISTJ - The Duty Fulfillers&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;div style="float: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 240px;" title="ISTJ" src="http://www.typealyzer.com/images/ISTJ.gif" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The responsible and hardworking type. They are especially attuned to the details of life and are careful about getting the facts right. Conservative by nature they are often reluctant to take any risks whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Duty Fulfillers are happy to be let alone and to be able to work int heir own pace. They know what they have to do and how to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Or is it more about the owner's personality?&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1980648014935464863?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1980648014935464863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1980648014935464863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1980648014935464863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1980648014935464863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/12/lonesome-blog.html' title='Lonesome Blog'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3319260967187948894</id><published>2008-12-01T19:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:11:52.372+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t quit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perserverence'/><title type='text'>Don't Quit, Nia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When things go wrong as they sometimes will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the funds are low and the debts are high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rest If you must, but don't you quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As every one of us sometimes learns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And many a failure turns about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he might have won had he stuck it out;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up though the pace seems slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may succeed with another blow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success is failure turned inside out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It may be near when it seems so far;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inspiring-quotes-and-stories.com/when-things-go-wrong.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3319260967187948894?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3319260967187948894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3319260967187948894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3319260967187948894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3319260967187948894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-quit-nia.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit, Nia'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Odisbjw639c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a story of George Sampson, the winner of British's Got Talent 2008. He was such a cutie and, of course, a good dancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing that I adore from this boy is his attitude. He failed to make to the final in 2007; yet he didn't give up. Yes, he was disappointed! But, he didn't just crawl up and cry, but he tried harder. He practiced harder. He trained. He performed. And, voila! He came back in 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This attitude has won the judges, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should look at his audition, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_dcnS-KZpE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_dcnS-KZpE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-9161542049627056171?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/9161542049627056171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=9161542049627056171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/9161542049627056171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/9161542049627056171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/11/don.html' title='Don&apos;t Give Up'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-883461938389846217</id><published>2008-11-10T07:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T07:19:21.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Words of Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;"If you can use anything Lord, You can use me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Kenoly - Use Me (God is Able) Lyric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-883461938389846217?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/883461938389846217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=883461938389846217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/883461938389846217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/883461938389846217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/11/words-of-inspiration.html' title='Words of Inspiration'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-900891219744908969</id><published>2008-10-23T15:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:33:53.014+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Four Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four guys went golfing; one went in the clubhouse to pay while the others waited at the first tee. One of the guys says, "I'm so proud of my son. He is a stock broker and he's made enought that he just gave away a huge portfolio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next guy said, "I'm so proud of my son. He's a car dealer and he's doing so well, he just gave away a Ferrari."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third guy says, "I'm so proud of my son. He's got enough money that he just gave away a million-dollar home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the third guy fininshes talking, the fourth guy joins them and asks, "What are you guys talking about?'"Just about how good our sons are doing," the three men replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, my son is doing very well," says the fourth man, "He's a male stripper and just last week he got a huge portfolio, a Ferrari and a million-dollar home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Conectique.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Huahuahauhaua,... if I were one of the first three guys, I would curl up and die. Thus, my conclusion is be worried if your children are really rich, there could be something underneat all the wealth. heheheheh,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-900891219744908969?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/900891219744908969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=900891219744908969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/900891219744908969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/900891219744908969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-four-sons.html' title='Our Four Sons'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2585366804406469947</id><published>2008-10-13T02:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:52:08.842+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you never let go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mat redmann'/><title type='text'>You Never Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a while that I haven't been really attached into any religious songs. Until this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Almost in the end of the service, we sang this beautiful song, titled "You Never Let Go" by Matt Redman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It moved my heart so well that I was again reminded by the fact that God is always with me,... and He always will. In fact, in these last 23 years and some months of my life, He has NEVER let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoy this beautiful lyric and the video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIAdgLR1ZGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SIAdgLR1ZGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your perfect love is casting out fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And even when I'm caught in the middle of the storms of this life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't turn back, I know you are near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will fear no evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For my God is with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if my God is with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whom then shall I fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*WHOM THEN SHALL I FEAR* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CHORUS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH no You never let go through the calm and through the storm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh no, You never let go and every high and every low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh no, You never let go, Lord, You never let go of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I can see the light that is comin' for the heart that holds on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A glorious light beyond all compare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there will be *AN* end to the struggles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Til that day comes, we'll live to know You here on *THE* Earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will fear no evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For my God is with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if my God is with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whom then shall I fear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*WHOM THEN SHALL I FEAR* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*You keep on loving and you never let go* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and there will be and end to the struggles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but until that day comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*STILL I WILL PRAISE YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2585366804406469947?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2585366804406469947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2585366804406469947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2585366804406469947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2585366804406469947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-never-let-go.html' title='You Never Let Go'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3050585331227662033</id><published>2008-10-01T19:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:20:38.538+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucas scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one tree hill'/><title type='text'>Misery's best friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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But then one day you feel something else, something that feels wrong, only because it's so unfamiliar. And in that moment you realize you're happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This quote is coming from &lt;a href="http://1treehillquotes.livejournal.com/22883.html#cutid1"&gt;One Tree Hill Season 4&lt;/a&gt;. Lucas Scott was saying it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In these past 6 years, pain has become such a huge part of my life that I expect it to always be there. When I feel something unfamiliar, I know that it couldn’t be happiness; because it has never occurred to me lately that I forget how it actually feels like. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the beginning of my journey to the Netherlands, for the second time, I didn’t know whether I would be happy or sad because of my decision to return to the Netherlands. I am now not yet feeling any definite feeling. I am still perplexed whether I am happy or sad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;These couple of days, I feel a very unsettling, unfamiliar feeling that I might not be sure if it is what happiness would feel like. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I could say that my life is in an OK phase; nothing is wrong. Stefy is here. I am reunited with 75% of my DieKa friends. I have settled some of my issues with some people that I should have settled a long time ago. I have a very nice room, with a nice Vietnamese roommate, and close to the University (like really close – 3 minutes walk close). I have met (and will be meeting) some close friends that I have been wanting to meet. And many more good things. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Knowing that everything is okay, I kinda expect that something wrong would occur to me anytime soon. Like my classmates would hate me. Or I would have no friends in the Hague. Or my parents would call in the middle of the day, somewhere in the end of this year and tell me that they ain’t have any money to pay my expenses anymore, thus I have to go home. Or my fiancée would tell me that he is seeing somebody else in Breda. Or one of my close friends would back stab me. Or someone would steal something from me. Or I would lose something precious. Or I would fail exams or assignments, Or anything bad,…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I don’t know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When misery has become your close friends, especially for 6 years long, like what I have experienced; you would become miserable as I have become. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know for sure that God is with me. When He is with me, I shall fear nothing. I know,.. I know this verse by heart. 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	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-right:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0cm; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some people are just into challenge&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have seen some people in my life, who will sacrifice something to get to feel some challenges. They get bored with their old, static life; thus they, then, they decide to totally change her path and walk towards something uncertain and, of course, challenging.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knowing that, I started asking myself: is it all worth doing? Or is it just the little voice telling you to pursue something, so-called, worth fighting for?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For me, I have enough challenges in my life. I change ‘life’ almost every year. In these past 6 years, I have moved, more than 10 times (including 6 times moving from one city to another, and one country to another). In these past 8 years, I have been through an ups and downs relationship with Stefy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I have had enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, more positive challenges wouldn’t hurt, would it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7982851124321185333?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7982851124321185333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7982851124321185333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7982851124321185333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7982851124321185333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-dare.html' title='Do you dare?'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6427103087427373449</id><published>2008-09-23T22:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:12:36.168+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notepad 19 September 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Capturing people coming and going in the airport has given a different understanding about love and life. As some people were walking towards the gate, I saw some gloomy faces. I am not sure whether they are sad because they have left the past; or are they pressured becuase they are about to face the new future? There are too some happy faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Othe people were walking towards arrival gate. Some of them have happy faces. The same question has aroused: are they happy because they are coming to see the new future? or are they cheering because they have left the past? There are too some sad faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for me, I am still not sure what kind of face expression I should give. A couple of days ago I was crying till I ran out of tears; yet this morning, even a few moments before I departed, I didn't cry a tear. I don't want to suspect that I has bottled up my sad feelings, because I am not used to that anymore. But, I am perplexed now: am I sad or am I happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How about if I say half-half? I do feel a little bit sad because I left my family behind, especially because I have left them with a new problem I created. Sigh,.... I would certainly miss them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am also happy, because, as you know, my boyfriend is waiting for me. Bunch of friends are desperate to see me, at least it is what they wrote in their e-mails. I am too excited to study again. Yeah.... how cool is that to become a student again. Just like Gossip Girls or One Tree Hill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oops,.. okay,.. stop,.. I think I have watched too many TV series lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, the bottomline is, I am happy; yet I am sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, as I am about to approach my gate in about 30 minutes, I will figure out which face expression I would give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6427103087427373449?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6427103087427373449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6427103087427373449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6427103087427373449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6427103087427373449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/09/notepad-19-september-2008.html' title='Notepad 19 September 2008'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2366380822266485646</id><published>2008-09-01T10:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:00:12.668+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. I love you because I know no other way then this. So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memorable quotes - Patch Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;p.s. I think I will use it for my wedding vow :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2366380822266485646?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2366380822266485646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2366380822266485646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2366380822266485646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2366380822266485646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/09/quotes-of-day.html' title='Quotes of the day'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-864880249283832392</id><published>2008-08-30T10:24:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:17:36.286+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebelac 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barry white'/><title type='text'>You are my first, my last and my everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was watching TV last night. When I was about to raise to get a drink during commercial break, I heard a very hard, jazzy voice from the TV. It was Bebelac 3 commercial. The background song was veryyyy nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I caught some words from the song and I googled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voila,.. I found the song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I present this song to you, and to my baldy fiancee :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're My First, My Last, My Everying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;by Barry White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, the last, my everything&lt;br /&gt;And the answer to all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star&lt;br /&gt;My kind of wonderful, that's what you are&lt;br /&gt;I know there's only, only one like you&lt;br /&gt;There's no way they could have made two&lt;br /&gt;You're all I'm living for&lt;br /&gt;Your love I'll keep for evermore&lt;br /&gt;You're the first, your the last, my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with you I've found so many things&lt;br /&gt;A love so new only you could bring&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see it's you&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;You're like a fresh morning dew on a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;I see so many ways that I&lt;br /&gt;Can love you till the day I die&lt;br /&gt;You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a-a-a a dream&lt;br /&gt;You're the first, the last, my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's only, only one like you&lt;br /&gt;There's no way they could have made two&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're my reality&lt;br /&gt;But I'm lost in a-a-a a dream&lt;br /&gt;You're the first, you're the last, my everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-864880249283832392?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/864880249283832392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=864880249283832392&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/864880249283832392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/864880249283832392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-my-first-my-last-and-my.html' title='You are my first, my last and my everything'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6223677408103244139</id><published>2008-08-27T15:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:34:45.227+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Test - FUNNY</title><content type='html'>ONE NIGHT 4 MBA STUDENTS WERE BOOZING TILL LATE NIGHT AND DIDN'T STUDY FOR THE TEST WHICH WAS SCHEDULED FOR THE NEXT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MORNING THEY THOUGHT OF A PLAN. THEY MADE THEMSELVES LOOK AS DIRTY AND WEIRD AS THEY COULD WITH GREASE AND DIRT. THEY THEN WENT UP TO THE DEAN AND SAID THAT THEY HAD GONE OUT TO A WEDDING LAST NIGHT AND ON THEIR RETURN THE TYRE OF THEIR CAR BURST AND THEY HAD TO PUSH THE CAR ALL THE WAY BACK AND THAT THEY WERE IN NO CONDITION TO APPEAR FOR THE TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DEAN WAS A JUST PERSON SO HE SAID THAT YOU CAN HAVE THE RETEST AFTER 3 DAYS. THEY SAID THEY WILL BE READY BY THAT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE THIRD DAY THEY APPEARED BEFORE THE DEAN.THE DEAN SAID THAT THIS WAS A SPECIAL CONDITION TEST.ALL FOUR WERE REQUIRED TO SIT IN SEPARATE CLASSROOMS FOR THE TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ALL AGREED AS THEY HAD PREPARED WELL IN THE LAST THREE DAYS. THE TEST CONSISTED OF 2 QUESTIONS WITH TOTAL OF 100 MARKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q .1. WRITE DOWN YOUR NAMES ----- (2 MARKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.2. WHICH TYRE BURST ------- (98 MARKS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source: English Yahoogroups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6223677408103244139?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6223677408103244139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6223677408103244139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6223677408103244139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6223677408103244139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/08/test-funny.html' title='The Test - FUNNY'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3466099187373209018</id><published>2008-08-26T16:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:06:26.454+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The Rain Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I was writing an article for the company's newsletter, I came across this article about forgiveness. Since it is almost Ramadhan, I hope it is not wrong to share this article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick. Suddenly, my son Matthew spoke up from his relaxed position in the front seat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Mom, I'm thinking of something."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This announcement usually meant he had been pondering some fact for a while and was now ready to expound all that his seven-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"What are you thinking?"&lt;/b&gt; I asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The rain,"&lt;/b&gt; he began, &lt;b&gt;"is like sin and the windshield wipers are like God, wiping our sins away."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. &lt;b&gt;"That's really good, Matthew."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little boy take this revelation? So I asked... &lt;b&gt;"Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matthew didn't hesitate one moment with his answer: &lt;b&gt;"We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on. Isn't it comforting to know that God does keep forgiving us. That all we have to do is ask Him to come into our lives and He will keep washing our sins away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt; http://www.mychurch.org/blog/45639/The-Rain-Thomas-Kinkaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3466099187373209018?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3466099187373209018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3466099187373209018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3466099187373209018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3466099187373209018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-kid.html' title='The Rain Kid'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2489228807851682219</id><published>2008-08-21T17:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:37:57.342+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rumahrenungan.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='four people'/><title type='text'>4 People You Will Meet in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Four people you will meet in life. Life is the process of finding love; every person will need to find four people in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.inmagine.com/img/photoalto/paa088/paa088000072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/photoalto/paa088/paa088000072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First person is you, second person is the one you love most, third person is the one who love you most, and the fourth is the one you spend the rest of your life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In life, firstly you will meet with the one you love most, and learn how love feels. Because you know how love feels, so you can find the person who loves you most. When you have experienced the feeling of loving others and being loved, you will then know what it is you need most. Then you will find the person who is most suitable for you, to be able to spend the rest of your life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sadly, in real life, these three people are usually not the same person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one you love most doesn’t love you. The one, who love you most, is never the one you love most. And the one you spend your life with, is never theone you love most or the one who love you most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is just the person who happens to be at the right place at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which person are you in other people’s life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No person will purposely have a change of heart. At the point in time when he loves you, he really loves you. But when he doesn’t love you anymore, he really doesn’t love you anymore. When he loves you, he can’t pretend that he doesn’t. Same goes, when he loves you no more, there’s no way he can pretend he loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When a person doesn’t love you and wants to leave you. You must ask yourself if you still love him, if you also don’t love him anymore, do not keep him just to save your pride. If you still love him, you should wish him happiness, and hope that he will be with the one he loves most, not stop him from it. If you stop him from finding true happiness with the one he loves, it shows you already don’t love him, and if you don’t love him, what rights do you have to blame him for a change of heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is not possessive, if you like the moon, you can’t just take it down and put it in your basin, but the moonlight still shines upon you. In other words, when you love a person, you can use another method of possessing the person. Let him become a permanent memory in you life. If you really love a person, you must love him for what he is. Love him for his good points, and the bad, you can’t wish for him to become like what you like him to be just because you love him. If he can’t change to become what you like him to be, you don’t love him anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you really love a person, you cannot find a reason why you love him, you only know that no matter when and where, good mood or bad mood, you will wish to have this person be with you. Real love is when two people can go through the toughest problems without asking for promises or listing criteria. In a relationship, you have to put in effort and give in at times, not always be on the receiving end. Being away from each other is a type of test, If the relationship isn’t strong, then you can only admit defeat. Real love will never become hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When two people are in love, they love to ask each other to swear, to make promises. Why do they ask each other to swear and promise? Because they don’t trust each other, they don’t trust their lover. These swear and promises are useless; Till the sky falls, till the ocean dry, my love for you will never change! We all know that the sky will never fall; the ocean will never dry, even if it does happen, are we still alive by then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be careful when making promises; don’t make promises that you cannot keep. Swear by things that can never happen, because it can never happen, so no harm just saying it casually. Remember, swearing by things that can never happen are the most touching!! In a relationship, what you say is one thing, but what you do is another; The one saying, doesn’t believe; the one listening, also doesn’t believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Source: http://www.rumahrenungan.com/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2489228807851682219?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2489228807851682219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2489228807851682219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2489228807851682219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2489228807851682219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-people-you-will-meet-in-life.html' title='4 People You Will Meet in Life'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-696013187492638209</id><published>2008-08-20T13:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:00:27.753+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merdeka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesia independence day'/><title type='text'>Merdeka! - in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bnn.go.id/file/poster/mini/Saatnya%20Merdeka%20Lagi_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bnn.go.id/file/poster/mini/Saatnya%20Merdeka%20Lagi_resize.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bnn.go.id/file/poster/mini/Merdeka%20atau%20Mati_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bnn.go.id/file/poster/mini/Merdeka%20atau%20Mati_resize.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-696013187492638209?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/696013187492638209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=696013187492638209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/696013187492638209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/696013187492638209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/08/merdeka-in-pictures.html' title='Merdeka! - in pictures'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-5346171070545999003</id><published>2008-07-29T14:57:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:17:20.884+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivasi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimpi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Si Pencuri Mimpi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Receiving it from a colleague, I quite like this article, but not 100% agree with it :)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Acesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada seorang gadis muda yang sangat suka menari. Kepandaiannya menari sangat menonjol dibanding dengan rekan-2nya, sehingga dia seringkali menjadi juara di berbagai perlombaan yang diadakan. Dia berpikir, dengan apa yang dimilikinya saat ini, suatu saat apabila dewasa nanti dia ingin menjadi penari kelas dunia. Dia membayangkan dirinya menari di Rusia, Cina, Amerika, Jepang, serta ditonton oleh ribuan orang yang memberi tepuk tangan kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari, dikotanya dikunjungi oleh seorang pakar tari yang berasal dari luar negeri. Pakar ini sangatlah hebat, dan dari tangan dinginnya telah banyak dilahirkan penari-penari kelas dunia. Gadis muda ini ingin sekali menari dan menunjukkan kebolehannya di depan sang pakar tersebut, bahkan jika mungkin memperoleh kesempatan menjadi muridnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kesempatan itu datang juga. Si gadis muda berhasil menjumpai sang pakar di belakang panggung, seusai sebuah pagelaran tari. Si gadis muda bertanya "Pak, saya ingin sekali menjadi penari kelas dunia. Apakah anda punya waktu sejenak, untuk menilai saya menari ? Saya ingin tahu pendapat anda tentang tarian saya". "Oke, menarilah di depan saya selama 10 menit", jawab sang pakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum lagi 10 menit berlalu, sang pakar berdiri dari kursinya, lalu berlalu meninggalkan si gadis muda begitu saja, tanpa mengucapkan sepatah kata pun. Betapa hancur si gadis muda melihat sikap sang pakar. Si gadis langsung berlari keluar. Pulang kerumah, dia langsung menangis tersedu-sedu. Dia menjadi benci terhadap dirinya sendiri. Ternyata tarian yang selama ini dia bangga-banggakan tidak ada apa-apanya di hadapan sang pakar. Kemudian dia ambil sepatu tarinya, dan dia lemparkan ke dalam gudang. Sejak saat itu, dia bersumpah tidak pernah akan lagi menari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puluhan tahun berlalu. Sang gadis muda kini telah menjadi ibu dengan tiga orang anak. Suaminya telah meninggal. Dan untuk menghidupi keluarganya, dia bekerja menjadi pelayan dari sebuah toko di sudut jalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari, ada sebuah pagelaran tari yang diadakan di kota itu. Nampak sang pakar berada di antara para menari muda di belakang panggung. Sang pakar nampak tua, dengan rambutnya yang sudah putih. Si ibu muda dengan tiga anaknya juga datang ke pagelaran tari tersebut. Seusai acara, ibu ini membawa ketiga anaknya ke belakang panggung, mencari sang pakar, dan memperkenalkan ketiga anaknya kepada sang pakar. Sang pakar masih mengenali ibu muda ini, dan kemudian mereka bercerita secara akrab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ibu bertanya, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pak, ada satu pertanyaan yang mengganjal di hati saya. Ini tentang penampilan saya sewaktu menari di hadapan anda bertahun-tahun yang silam. Sebegitu jelekkah penampilan saya saat itu, sehingga anda langsung pergi meninggalkan saya begitu saja, tanpa mengatakan sepatah katapun?&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ya, saya ingat peristiwanya. Terus terang, saya belum pernah melihat tarian seindah yang kamu lakukan waktu itu. Saya rasa kamu akan menjadi penari kelas dunia. Saya tidak mengerti mengapa kamu tiba-2 berhenti dari dunia tari", jawab sang pakar. Si ibu muda sangat terkejut mendengar jawaban sang pakar. "Ini tidak adil", seru si ibu muda. "Sikap anda telah mencuri semua impian saya. Kalau memang tarian saya bagus, mengapa anda meninggalkan saya begitu saja ketika saya baru menari beberapa menit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda seharusnya memuji saya, dan bukan mengacuhkan saya begitu saja. Mestinya saya bisa menjadi penari kelas dunia. Bukan hanya menjadi pelayan toko !".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pakar menjawab lagi dengan tenang "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tidak? Tidak, saya rasa saya telah berbuat dengan benar. ANDA TIDAK HARUS MINUM ANGGUR SATU BAREL UNTUK MEMBUKTIKAN ANGGUR ITU ENAK. Demikian juga saya. Saya tidak harus menonton anda 10 menit untuk membuktikan tarian anda bagus. Malam itu saya juga sangat lelah setelah pertunjukkan. Maka sejenak saya tinggalkan anda, untuk mengambil kartu nama saya, dan berharap anda mau menghubungi saya lagi keesokan hari. Tapi anda sudah pergi ketika saya keluar. Dan satu hal yang perlu anda camkan, bahwa ANDA MESTINYA FOKUS PADA IMPIAN ANDA, BUKAN PADA UCAPAN ATAU TINDAKAN SAYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu pujian ? Kamu mengharapkan pujian ? Ah, waktu itu kamu sedang bertumbuh. PUJIAN ITU SEPERTI PEDANG BERMATA DUA. ADA KALANYA MEMOTIVASIMU, BISA PULA MELEMAHKANMU. Dan faktanya saya melihat bahwa sebagian besar PUJIAN YANG DIBERIKAN PADA SAAT SESEORANG SEDANG BERTUMBUH, HANYA AKAN MEMBUAT DIRINYA PUAS DAN PERTUMBUHANNYA BERHENTI. SAYA JUSTRU LEBIH SUKA MENGACUHKANMU, AGAR HAL ITU BISA MELECUTMU BERTUMBUH LEBIH CEPAT LAGI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagipula, pujian itu sepantasnya datang dari keinginan saya sendiri. TIDAK PANTAS ANDA MEMINTA PUJIAN DARI ORANG LAIN&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anda lihat, ini sebenarnya hanyalah masalah sepele. Seandainya anda pada waktu itu tidak menghiraukan apa yang terjadi dan tetap menari, mungkin hari ini anda sudah menjadi penari kelas dunia. MUNGKIN ANDA SAKIT HATI PADA WAKTU ITU, TAPI SAKIT HATI ANDA AKAN CEPAT HILANG BEGITU ANDA BERLATIH KEMBALI. TAPI SAKIT HATI KARENA PENYESALAN ANDA HARI INI TIDAK AKAN PERNAH BISA HILANG SELAMA-LAMANYA ??..".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-5346171070545999003?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/5346171070545999003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=5346171070545999003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5346171070545999003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5346171070545999003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/07/si-pencuri-mimpi.html' title='Si Pencuri Mimpi'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6010453119754048803</id><published>2008-07-25T16:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:45:04.362+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><title type='text'>Coffee Craving - part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SImfi4_6XBI/AAAAAAAAARc/fBdIIr-75zw/s1600-h/coffee10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SImfi4_6XBI/AAAAAAAAARc/fBdIIr-75zw/s320/coffee10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226884264304991250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine that this same Barney, who sang &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you, you love me, we are happy family"&lt;/span&gt;, were so grumpy before his morning coffee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I sneakily sipped coffee latte yesterday :P Can't take it anymore!!! *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6010453119754048803?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6010453119754048803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6010453119754048803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6010453119754048803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6010453119754048803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/07/coffee-craving-part-2.html' title='Coffee Craving - part 2'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SImfi4_6XBI/AAAAAAAAARc/fBdIIr-75zw/s72-c/coffee10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-8298333882928922911</id><published>2008-07-25T16:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:39:10.020+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimpi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-confidence'/><title type='text'>I Stop Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;agaimana bila ada seseorang yang sedemikian ngotot menghalangi Anda mencapai kesuksesan? Bagaimana bila orang itu juga yang selalu merintangi Anda di setiap usaha Anda? Bagaimana perasaan Anda terhadap orang itu? Bagaimana kalau orang itu selalu muncul sambil membawa segudang alasan untuk menghalangi Anda betindak?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bagaimana kalau ternyata orang itu adalah Anda sendiri? Boleh jadi... Ada kemungkinan, diri Anda sendiri adalah musuh terbesar Anda dalam meraih kesuksesan dan kemajuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pernahkah Anda memergoki diri Anda sendiri berkata, "Aku tidak mungkin melakukannya..."? Tidakkah suara kecil itu juga yang selalu merintangi tujuan Anda dan membawa banyak sekali alasan bahwa setiap ide yang Anda pikirkan itu mustahil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keterbatasan yang Anda miliki memang cenderung membuat Anda berpikir untuk membatasi diri. Tapi keputusan tetap di tangan Anda. Suara kecil itu bisa berbicara apa saja, tapi Anda bisa menentukan pilihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;font-size:130%;"&gt;Relakah Anda dipenjara oleh keterbatasan? Tentu saja tidak! Bayangkan apa yang bisa Anda capai bila Anda 100% mendukung diri Anda sendiri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nah, silahkan berkhayal dan mulailah kehidupan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,geneva;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.jawaban.com/news/spiritual/detail.php?id_news=080721140959"&gt;Jawaban.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-8298333882928922911?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/8298333882928922911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=8298333882928922911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8298333882928922911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8298333882928922911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-stop-me.html' title='I Stop Me!'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-8947880774398867424</id><published>2008-07-21T16:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:56:55.118+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Recipe for Happy Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Talk-------- -------Softly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Walk-------- --------Humbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eat--------- --------- -Sensibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Breathe----- --------- ----Deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sleep------- --------- -----Sufficiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dress------- --------- --------- -Smartly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Act--------- --------- --------- ---Fearlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Work-------- --------- --------- ------Patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Think------- --------- --------- --------- Truthfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Believe----- --------- --------- --------- ---Correctly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Behave------ --------- --------- --------- -----Decently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Learn------- --------- --------- --------- --------Practically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Plan-------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -----Orderly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Earn-------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -------Honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Save-------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- -Regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Spend------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- ---Intelligently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love-------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- ------Passionately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ENJOY------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------COMPLETELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;source: English Yahoogroups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-8947880774398867424?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/8947880774398867424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=8947880774398867424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8947880774398867424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8947880774398867424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/07/recipe-for-happy-life.html' title='Recipe for Happy Life'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1454073251198403853</id><published>2008-07-21T16:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:43:37.366+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Coffee Craving - part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.in-sect.com/scr/coffee_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.in-sect.com/scr/coffee_cartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Funny,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As long as I am not allowed to drink one, I will entertain myself with kinda silly, yet amusing cartoon about coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;poor me :( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pssstt,... I sneakily drank a sip of coffee this afro. Okay,.... I lied,.. I took a cup of coffee. Coz,.. I couldn't work!!! My braind was stuck. It is because I haven't taken any coffee for almost two weeeekss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Poor meee :( :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1454073251198403853?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1454073251198403853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1454073251198403853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1454073251198403853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1454073251198403853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/07/coffee-craving-part-1.html' title='Coffee Craving - part 1'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1829478336599955688</id><published>2008-07-21T16:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:39:07.916+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother teresha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yahoogroups'/><title type='text'>Life is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is beauty, admire it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is bliss, taste it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a dream, realize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a challenge, meet it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a duty, complete it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a game, play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a promise, fulfill it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is sorrow, overcome it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a song, sing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a struggle, accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is a tragedy, confront it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is an adventure, dare it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is luck, make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is too precious, do not destroy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is life, fight for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: English Yahoogroups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1829478336599955688?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1829478336599955688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1829478336599955688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1829478336599955688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1829478336599955688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is.html' title='Life is...'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7914778216801497418</id><published>2008-07-05T10:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T10:57:54.008+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Too Much Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;Just as sure as none at all&lt;br /&gt;It'll drain the power that's in you&lt;br /&gt;Make you plead and scream and crawl&lt;br /&gt;And the pain will make you crazy&lt;br /&gt;You're the victim of your crime&lt;br /&gt;Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;Every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;It'll make your life a lie&lt;br /&gt;Yes, too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;And you won't understand why&lt;br /&gt;You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul&lt;br /&gt;But here it comes again&lt;br /&gt;Too much love will kill you&lt;br /&gt;In the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Too Much Love Will Kill You - Queen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lord, is it true?&lt;br /&gt;that too much love will kill me?&lt;br /&gt;Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If it is, I guess I know why I am feeling miserable rite now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because I have so much love, yet I don't feel I am loved the same way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and it is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't have too much, then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7914778216801497418?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7914778216801497418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7914778216801497418&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7914778216801497418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7914778216801497418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-much-love.html' title='Too Much Love'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-5134349595276896883</id><published>2008-06-25T16:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:20:07.885+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bertengkar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflict resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacaran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fighting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Sikap Yang Bisa Merusak Hubungan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This article below has blessed me and my relationship. I and Stefy have been through some difficult times regarding fighting and conflict resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would sometimes withdraw and would not talk at all, because of my anger; and Stefy would get very upset because I could never express what I felt or thought. It was all so confusing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't realize until I read this article. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know that that what makes we are men and women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fewh,.. and now, again, we are trying to fight better and resolve our problems wiser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank's God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat Anda menjalin hubungan dengan seseorang, mungkin Anda pernah mengalami beberapa masalah. Terkadang masalah tersebut mengakibatkan perselisihan antara Anda dengan pasangan. Untuk menyelesaikan masalah dengan pasangan, sebaiknya Anda simak sikap yang harus Anda hindari agar tidak menyakiti hati pasangan Anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkelahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sikap ini berasal dari Mars. Jika percakapan menjadi tidak menyenangkan dan tidak mendukung, maka sebagian orang lalu mulai berkelahi. Mereka menyerang dengan menyalahkan, menilai atau mengadili, mengkritik dan membuat pasangannya terlihat bersalah. Saat pasangan mereka mengalah maka mereka merasa menang. Padahal sebenarnya mereka kalah. Intimidasi melemahkan rasa percaya di dalam hubungan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Lari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sikap ini juga berasal dari Mars. Untuk menghindari konfrontasi, kaum martian lalu menarik diri ke goa mereka dan tidak pernah keluar lagi. Mereka menolak bicara sehingga tidak bisa menyelesaikan masalah. Daripada berdebat, sebagian pasangan memilih berhenti membicarakan masalah tersebut. Untuk jangka pendek, pasangan ini memang merasa mendapatkan kedamaian dan harmoni. Tapi jika perasaan Anda tidak didengarkan maka akan muncul rasa benci. Untuk jangka panjang, pasangan ini akan kehilangan sentuhan asmara dan perasaan saling cinta yang membuat mereka tertarik kepada satu sama lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pura-pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sikap ini berasal dari Venus. Untuk menghindari perasaan terluka atau sakit hati maka orang ini tidak ada masalah. Mereka tersenyum dan terlihat bahagia. Tapi lama-kelamaan mereka akan berubah menjadi benci dan menghambat ungkapan cinta alamiah mereka. Untuk menghindari gejolak maka orang yang berpura-pura ini bahkan membohongi diri mereka sendiri bahwa segala sesuatu baik-baik saja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Menyerah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sikap ini juga berasal dari Venus. Daripada bertengkar atau berdebat maka orang ini akan memilih menyerah. Mereka menerima disalahkan atau bertanggung jawab atas sesuatu yang membuat marah pasangannya meskipun itu bukan kesalahannya. Untuk jangka pendek, mereka bisa menciptakan kesan seperti pasangan yang saling mencinta dan mendukung. Tapi pada akhirnya, keduanya akan kehilangan diri sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anda mungkin mengenali adanya salah satu gejala di atas dalam hubungan Anda. Masing-masing sikap ini bertujuan melindungi diri Anda sendiri tidak terluka atau sakit hati. Sayangnya cara seperti ini tidak ada gunanya. Lebih baik mengakui adanya masalah, bicarakan lalu hentikan. Ambil waktu untuk menenangkan diri lalu kembali lagi dan bicarakan lagi. Coba komunikasi dengan saling menghargai satu sama lain. Dari cara ini, Anda akan bisa menemukan cara bertengkar tanpa menyakiti hati atau menjatuhkan harga diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.jawaban.com/news/relationship/detail.php?cat_id=80"&gt;Jawaban.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-5134349595276896883?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/5134349595276896883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=5134349595276896883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5134349595276896883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5134349595276896883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/06/sikap-yang-bisa-merusak-hubungan.html' title='Sikap Yang Bisa Merusak Hubungan'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1468714119563706327</id><published>2008-06-24T09:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:09:00.589+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just4Laugh'/><title type='text'>Don't mess with (older) women!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An older lady gets pulled over for speeding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Older Woman: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is there a problem, Officer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ma'am, you were speeding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Oh, I see.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Can I see your license please?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'd give it to you but I don't have one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't have one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I can't do that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Why not?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I stole this car.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Stole it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You what?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ma'am, could you step out of your vehicle please! The woman steps out of her vehicle.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Is there a problem sir?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Murdered the owner?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is this your car, ma'am?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Yes, here are the registration pa pers. The officer is quite stunned.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me you didn't have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older Woman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Well for heavens sake, how ridiculous!! ! I Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Moral Of The Story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Mess With Old Ladies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1468714119563706327?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1468714119563706327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1468714119563706327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1468714119563706327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1468714119563706327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-mess-with-older-women.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with (older) women!'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7005495152064353172</id><published>2008-06-23T14:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:14:01.619+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just4Laugh'/><title type='text'>Mom Vs Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little girl asked her mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'How did the human race appear?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'God made Adam and Eve and they had children and then all mankind was made.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later the girl asked her father the same question.&lt;br /&gt;The father answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race evolved.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confused girl returned to her mother and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Mom, how is it possible that you told me the human race was created by God, and Dad said they developed from monkeys?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother answered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Well, dear, it is very simple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told you about my side of the family and your father told you about his.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7005495152064353172?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7005495152064353172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7005495152064353172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7005495152064353172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7005495152064353172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/06/mom-vs-dad.html' title='Mom Vs Dad'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3225028319769520728</id><published>2008-06-18T10:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:11:26.746+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joel osteen'/><title type='text'>the Transformer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's word with Joel &amp;amp; Victoria:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFiKT25Fy7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/23avvkFLZgA/s1600-h/transformers_the_movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFiKT25Fy7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/23avvkFLZgA/s200/transformers_the_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213068642438466482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You life will move in the direction of your most dominant thoughts. You can choose to think according the world’s system or according to God’s system. The world’s system says to “look out for number one,” to do whatever you can to get ahead and make yourself happy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;But in God’s system, you find happiness and blessing by serving and putting others first.&lt;/span&gt; God doesn’t want us to have an attitude that is self-centered, or jealous, or greedy. He knows that those thoughts end in destruction. God wants us to live a blessed and prosperous life. That’s why the scripture tells us to renew our minds, or transform our thinking. We have to make sure our thoughts are the same as God’s thoughts. Just like a computer, whatever you allow into your mind is what will come out in your attitude and actions. The more you meditate on God’s Word, the more you will transform your thinking to be like God’s thinking. Choose today to focus on the Word of God and allow your mind to be renewed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As you focus on God’s thoughts, you will see your actions become more like Him, and you will see His hand of blessing in every area of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3225028319769520728?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3225028319769520728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3225028319769520728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3225028319769520728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3225028319769520728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/06/transformer.html' title='the Transformer'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFiKT25Fy7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/23avvkFLZgA/s72-c/transformers_the_movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4240873209800269826</id><published>2008-06-05T17:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:11:31.431+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4Fun'/><title type='text'>My ICE CREAM,..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ice Cream Personality:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/icecream.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You like to think of yourself as a fairly modest person. And it's true that you don't talk yourself up... but you're also pretty happy with who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a wild reputation, but you're not as wild as you seem. You take risks, but only measured risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a somewhat open minded person, but deep down you're fairly conservative. You don't like trying new things very much. And if you do find something new you like, you stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural multitasker. You feel alive when you're doing more than one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a serious and contemplative person. You definitely do your own thing in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Ice Cream Personality Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4240873209800269826?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4240873209800269826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4240873209800269826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4240873209800269826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4240873209800269826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-ice-cream.html' title='My ICE CREAM,..'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1662345078357644436</id><published>2008-05-28T15:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:51:41.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ask and God answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;He Prepares Your Path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Scripture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;I will go before you and make the crooked places straight…&lt;/em&gt;” (Isaiah 45:2 NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today's Word from Joel and Victoria&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like every time you try to move forward in something, you hit a roadblock? Something happens that throws you off course. Be encouraged today because right now in your life, God is going before you. He’s preparing a way. He’s making your crooked places straight. He’s making your rough places smooth. You may be going through a difficult time right now, but it’s not the end. It’s only the beginning. God has equipped you for this journey. You may feel like you’re in a dry season, but don’t look at your circumstances. Look at the promise of God today! If you’ll keep speaking words of faith, God promises that He’ll anoint your head with oil and your cup will run over. That means you’ll be refreshed and anointed to do what He’s called you to do. God is preparing your path and equipping you for the journey. What do you need today to keep moving forward? Start by checking your attitude. Don’t go around complaining and focused on the negative side of things. Put on an attitude of praise and thanksgiving. Thank Him for making your crooked places straight! As you do, you’ll move forward in joy and gladness in the blessed future He has prepared for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Prayer for Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord in heaven, thank You for Your goodness in my life. Thank You for preparing the path for my life and making my crooked places straight. Thank You for restoring my soul and life and for guiding me in everything I do. I submit every area of my life to You today. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1662345078357644436?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1662345078357644436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1662345078357644436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1662345078357644436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1662345078357644436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-ask-and-god-answers.html' title='I ask and God answers'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2417069897056565242</id><published>2008-05-23T12:57:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:07:48.061+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesian Movie: Aku Perempuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Indonesian movie is risen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not find this at IMDB.com yet this short movie, titled 'Aku Perempuan' (I am woman) has won an award recently. Thus, it is really worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHyXfUmN_vE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oHyXfUmN_vE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon this movie has also awaken us to pray more for so many things in the world, including the mudflow issue in Porong, Surabaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched this video? Let's then pray for Porong for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. One of the film makers is my friend :) Good for you, dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2417069897056565242?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2417069897056565242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2417069897056565242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2417069897056565242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2417069897056565242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/05/indonesian-movie-aku-perempuan.html' title='Indonesian Movie: Aku Perempuan'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-9106170886448575800</id><published>2008-05-23T10:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T10:38:25.047+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude you want from your hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the attitude you may want from your husband :P at least this is what I want. But, it would be much better &lt;u&gt;if he gets home on time and NOT gets drunk&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any candidates suitable for this postion? Please send your application ASAP&lt;br /&gt;:P *giggling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoy this following story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A man wakes up home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him,all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees it is in perfect order. So's the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table :&lt;br /&gt;Honey,&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper await him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son is also at the table, eating.&lt;br /&gt;The man asks, "Son, what happened last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son says, "Well, you came home after 3 a.m., drunk and delirious. You broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you walked into the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the man asks, "So, why is everything in order and also clean, with breakfast on the table waiting for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Oh that ! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off you shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" LADY, GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME ! I'M MARRIED !'"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/06aug/00844/images/Bride_Groom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://library.thinkquest.org/06aug/00844/images/Bride_Groom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the story is taken from Yahoogroups English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-9106170886448575800?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/9106170886448575800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=9106170886448575800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/9106170886448575800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/9106170886448575800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/05/attitude-you-want-from-your-hubby.html' title='Attitude you want from your hubby'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6085848104741917050</id><published>2008-05-19T13:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:55:48.895+07:00</updated><title type='text'>For a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry for the inconvenient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you try to access my blog via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nlimz.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.nlimz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, it will not give you the page you are requested. Thus, for a while, you can access this blog via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nlimz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://nlimz.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For Native Indonesian or you who speak Bahasa Indonesia, you can visit my Indonesian blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://omabercerita.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://omabercerita.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6085848104741917050?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6085848104741917050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6085848104741917050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6085848104741917050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6085848104741917050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-while.html' title='For a while'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-617573971285973463</id><published>2008-05-17T12:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:50:51.595+07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have USD 86,400 in your acount</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lighthouse-sf.org/catalog/images/PA2024BR.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.lighthouse-sf.org/catalog/images/PA2024BR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with USD 86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day; allows you to keep no cash balance; every night deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do with such an account Draw out every penny, of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of us has such a 'bank'. Its name is TIME. Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the records of the day. If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against tomorrow. You must live in the present -on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The clock is running. Make the most of today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken from Yahoogroups English&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My motto is actually this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;"time is God's gift to you. What you do with it is your gift to God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-617573971285973463?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/617573971285973463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=617573971285973463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/617573971285973463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/617573971285973463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-have-usd-86400-in-your-acount.html' title='You have USD 86,400 in your acount'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7695329061108364267</id><published>2008-05-05T16:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:05:25.527+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear this word, what do you associate it with? Or what do you directly think, if you hear or read the word ‘trust’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting ain’t easy. I agree. I have to learn for some years to FULLY trust my boyfriend, no matter where we are and how we are (bad mood, in the fighting mood, or in a good mood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting someone visible is difficult. So, I believe, trusting someone (or something) invisible would be even more difficult. How about trusting God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always fail to FULLY trust him. There has always been so many excuses NOT to trust Him; from &lt;em&gt;“what if,..”&lt;/em&gt; question to &lt;em&gt;“He doesn’t answer my prayer”&lt;/em&gt; statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, during Sunday service, Daniel Alexander, the speaker, uttered something meaningful. “If you learn to trust God, God will entrust you with something big, too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never known that our relationship with God is mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, then, uttered a question &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“do you think that God ever lies to you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The next question is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“do you think it is possible that God would lie to you?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And the answer to both the questions is a big NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, why is it so hard to trust Him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It was Daniel’s last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very embarrassed in front of Daniel Alexander, also in front of God. Recently, I have failed to trust God; I refused to trust Him because it was a too-good-to-be-true request I asked from Him. In the end, He truly fulfilled His promise. It came true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, sorry, God! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, a very nice article has advised me, titled "&lt;strong&gt;A bigger frying pan&lt;/strong&gt;", about dreaming big and trusting our BIG GOD. Enjoy,…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Bigger Frying Pan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men went fishing. One man was an experienced fisherman, the other wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time the experienced fisherman caught a big fish, he put it in his ice chest to keep it fresh. Whenever the inexperienced fisherman caught a big fish, he threw it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experienced fisherman watched this go on all day and finally got tired of seeing this man waste good fish. "Why do you keep throwing back all the big fish you catch?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inexperienced fisherman replied, "I only have a small frying pan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, like that fisherman, we throw back the big plans, big dreams, big jobs, and big opportunities that God gives us. Our faith is too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh at that fisherman who didn't figure out that all he needed was a bigger frying pan; yet how ready are we to increase the size of our faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's a problem or a possibility, God will never give you anything bigger than you can handle. That means we can confidently walk into anything God brings our way. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(source: Yahoogroups - English) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7695329061108364267?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7695329061108364267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7695329061108364267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7695329061108364267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7695329061108364267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/05/trust-needed.html' title='Trust Needed'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2422569599260780370</id><published>2008-04-28T11:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:30:25.065+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fern Vs The Bamboo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I dedicate this posting to a friend, who is momentarily feeling bored and tired with his life. I hope it can be a great encouragement to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day I decided to quit.... I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to quit my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them light. I gave them water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said. "In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would not quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not quit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 Feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots. I Would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you. Don't compare yourself to others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the Fern, yet, they both make the forest beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your time will come,&lt;/span&gt; "God said to me." &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You will rise high!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high should I rise?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As high as it can?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest and brought back this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;source: Free English Course - Yahoo Group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;so do I hope that you will never give up, friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2422569599260780370?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2422569599260780370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2422569599260780370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2422569599260780370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2422569599260780370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/04/fern-vs-bamboo.html' title='The Fern Vs The Bamboo'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4246340780263877170</id><published>2008-04-25T11:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:13:18.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you David?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing Adversity The Right Way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime God is about to take you to a new level you’re going to face opposition. There will be new battles to fight and new obstacles to overcome. It’s easy to get discouraged and think, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Why is this happening?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ut we have to change our thinking and focus on the fact that on the other side of those challenges is a new level of victory—a new level of success. &lt;strong&gt;David would only be known as a shepherd boy if it weren’t for Goliath&lt;/strong&gt;. David’s enemy became the tool that God used to promote him. And God will do the same in your life today. He’ll use those challenges and difficulties in your life to catapult you towards success! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are going through a hard time today, if things look impossible, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don’t give up now&lt;/span&gt;. Change your perspective and believe that God is working behind the scenes. Put a smile on your face and stand in confidence knowing that you are a child of the Most High God. When all is said and done, you’re not just going to come out of that difficulty, but you’re coming out stronger, wiser, and better than you were before! That problem is going to be the catalyst for God to open supernatural doors of opportunity for you! Stand strong in the Lord today and trust that what the enemy meant for your harm, God will turn around and use to your advantage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He’ll take you places you never dreamed and cause you to rise higher and higher in every area of your life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Are you the new 'David'? Do you dare to be him? Trust the Lord, for He is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;source: Joel Osteen's Live like champion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4246340780263877170?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4246340780263877170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4246340780263877170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4246340780263877170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4246340780263877170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-david.html' title='Are you David?'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4437343614008835360</id><published>2008-04-21T09:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:05:30.955+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;The earth was formless and void…and God said, Let there be light.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you believing God for something today that seems impossible?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We serve a great and mighty God and He can create something out of nothing. He can make a way when there seems to be no way! Genesis tells us that in the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. But before He spoke the world into existence, it was formless and void. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If God can make the world out of nothing, He can take the empty places in your life and create something beautiful, too! He can speak light into your darkest hour. He can take your formless dreams and give them shape. He can resurrect your dormant gifts and talents! He can make your crooked places straight! Remember, you are created in the image of almighty God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There’s power in your words, and there’s power when you’re in agreement with Him. Start saying what God says about your situation. Speak life to your broken dreams, today. Stay in an attitude of faith and expectancy. As you do, God will take you places that you’ve never dreamed, and you’ll live in victory all the days of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope that this devotional reading, taken from Joel Osteen's daily e-mail above can give you some encouragement to go through this day. Happy working day and God bless your coming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4437343614008835360?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4437343614008835360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4437343614008835360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4437343614008835360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4437343614008835360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/04/earth-was-formless-and-voidand-god-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4593993435228783662</id><published>2008-04-16T17:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:12:29.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Don't) Stop Watching Fitna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many people are still against Government's decision to band YouTube and other sites. They talk it over the phone, on the website, forum and send their thoughts to local or national newspaper. I reckon, most Indonesians don't like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Wimar Witoelar&lt;/strong&gt; mentioned in &lt;a href="http://www.perspektif.net/english/article.php?article_id=841"&gt;perspektif.net &lt;/a&gt;that Indonesian people accesses &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;YouTube everyday NOT for watching Fitna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; yet for other reasons, such as pleasure, just for laugh, witness their friend's engangement ceremony :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thus, banning YouTube is the wrong thing, especially if what the government wants is to make people stop thinking, talking, and seeing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like during Soeharto's era when the government was always so suspicious, Wimar told &lt;em&gt;the Jakarta Post&lt;/em&gt; last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I truly agree. When M Nuh was seated on the throne of Menkominfo (Head of Communication and Information Department), he promised the freedom of ICT. He was, himself, attending Blogger event and announced a Blogger day. All of these actions had been the proof that Indonesia was growing toward freedom of speaking, writing, and expressing oneself. Wow,..! I used to admire M NUh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, now, he is no longer my favorite politician. First, his action launching UU ITE and then banning YouTube &amp;amp; Friends, had made me very upset. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, disappointed!&lt;/span&gt; What does he want? Has someone behind me tried to steer him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A political expert, &lt;em&gt;Ikrar Nusa Bhakti&lt;/em&gt;, from the National Institute of Sciences, had made a good point, saying that the block could be interpreted as evidence of the government's support for minor extremist groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the ban on the film and its maker Dutch politician Geert Wilders spoke volumes about the government's immaturity despite the democratic era.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The government's intervention will impede its citizens from becoming mature. The public will never be able to tell good from bad because the government always dictates to them&lt;/em&gt;," Ikrar said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the ban would not work, but rather would ignite public curiosity about the film and encourage people to find alternative ways to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the government is seriously concerned that movies could destroy this country, it should ban TV soap operas, which often teach young people negative behavior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," Ikrar said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I truly agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where is the government when there are so many useless Soap Opera showing glamour life style, hatred, evil doing, silly behavior? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where is the government when there are numerous murder, stealing, and lying scenes being showed during Prime Time, when children and teenagers are having their dinner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where is the government when TV stations show stupid quizzes with so-many-millions prize for the winner that make Indonesian poor, uneducated people being dumb and dumber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could say, It's easy to see a smudge on your neighbor's face and be oblivious to the ugly sneer on your own. Do you have the nerve to say, 'Let me wash your face for you,' when your own face is distorted by contempt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my suggestion is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;do watch Fitna&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and see that what this guy, Geert Wilders, wants is only popularity and attention. And, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;stop watching those stupid soap operas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Cinta Bunga, Chelsea, Cahaya, and so on. Watch Metro TV! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some quotes are taken from &lt;a href="http://www.perspektif.net/english/article.php?article_id=841"&gt;Perspektif.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4593993435228783662?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4593993435228783662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4593993435228783662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4593993435228783662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4593993435228783662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-stop-watching-fitna.html' title='(Don&apos;t) Stop Watching Fitna'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-747808449783157460</id><published>2008-04-16T09:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:15:46.818+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway,..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been pretty discouraged lately due to a lot of things happening surround me: illeness, failure, being put on hold, disappointment, catching my dream, and many things. Honestly, I can't do it on my own. I have to be couraged, supported again and again. I need to hear, again and again, that I can or that I am able to reach my dream! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Watching American Idol last week was a real blessing for me. Kristy Lee Cook, although she wasn't my favorite, sang a very beautiful song that moved my heart and gave me goosebump, titled 'Anyway'. This song is originally sung by Martina McBride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Glad this song can give me another encouragement and enlightment. Really need to download this song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enjoy. Hopefully this song can help you, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can spend your whole life building&lt;br /&gt;Something from nothin'&lt;br /&gt;One storm can come and blow it all away&lt;br /&gt;Build it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can chase a dream&lt;br /&gt;That seems so out of reach&lt;br /&gt;And you know it might never come your way&lt;br /&gt;Dream it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God is great&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes life ain't good&lt;br /&gt;And when I pray&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't always turn out like I think it should&lt;br /&gt;But I do it anyway&lt;br /&gt;I do it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world's gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow will be better than today&lt;br /&gt;Believe it anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can love someone with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;For all the right reasons&lt;br /&gt;In a moment they can choose to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Love 'em anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pour your soul out singing&lt;br /&gt;A song you believe in&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang&lt;br /&gt;Sing it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Yea - sing it anyway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-747808449783157460?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/747808449783157460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=747808449783157460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/747808449783157460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/747808449783157460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/04/anyway.html' title='Anyway,..'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4902112549031891096</id><published>2008-04-10T15:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:15:24.509+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why YouTube?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indonesia's Information Minister Mohammad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nuh&lt;/span&gt; has ordered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; providers to ban access to popular sites like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ban aims to prevent Indonesians from accessing a Dutch anti-Islam film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A signed letter from the minister says: "[The] broadcast of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fitna&lt;/span&gt; movie through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; by the Dutch politician &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Geert&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wilders&lt;/span&gt; might cause disturbance in relations between religions and civilisations around the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We ask you to immediately use all effort to block all sites and blogs which post the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fitna&lt;/span&gt; movie," it added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter was copied to Indonesia's Police Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: abc.net.au&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping people from seeing something or hiding any information, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; any clear explanation may cause various things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Disappointment/Upset&lt;br /&gt;3. Backstreet action&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it is ridiculous to ban &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;, Multiply, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rapidshare&lt;/span&gt;, and other useful websites just because they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;accused&lt;/span&gt; of "spreading" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Fitna&lt;/span&gt; the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are thousands useful information in those websites, apart from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Fitna&lt;/span&gt; film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What needs to be done is educate Indonesians about what the movie is about and whose it is for (in fact, it is dedicated to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt;, who are in the Netherlands, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; across the world). Moreover, government needs to teach about what they should do. Educated people, hopefully, will know how to react; yet, how about uneducated, "small", people? They are mostly provoked by the others, who are more dominant or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt;. Thus, I think our President needs to speak in a big forum (live)  about how Indonesian anticipates and reacts in regards to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fitna&lt;/span&gt; film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Banning Y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;outube&lt;/span&gt;, burning down Dutch Consulates, and hating Dutch people will not solve any problems. There will be a lot more Geert Wilders, who will provoke us. What we should do so that we won't get provoked is determining our attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As it is said by &lt;strong&gt;Stephen Covey&lt;/strong&gt;, it is not the circumstances around us that determine our attitude; yet it is our attitude that determines what will happen around us (90/10 principle). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, government, what's your attitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4902112549031891096?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4902112549031891096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4902112549031891096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4902112549031891096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4902112549031891096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-youtube.html' title='Why YouTube?'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6831952621525121419</id><published>2008-04-09T21:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:45:04.488+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Engaged/Get Married?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTSxo_DRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x5SDgRzpr8w/s1600-h/IMG_2806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTSxo_DRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x5SDgRzpr8w/s320/IMG_2806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187253190340316434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- before the ceremony - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTTBo_DSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UJPEyeQfkZ8/s1600-h/IMG_2831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTTBo_DSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UJPEyeQfkZ8/s320/IMG_2831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187253194635283746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- the ceremony (Chinese Tradition) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTTBo_DTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UJHeLpNgp44/s1600-h/IMG_2835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTTBo_DTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/UJHeLpNgp44/s320/IMG_2835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187253194635283762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;- the Blessing by Pak Nathanael - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTTRo_DUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wnMzOvJ50AA/s1600-h/IMG_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTTRo_DUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/wnMzOvJ50AA/s320/IMG_2848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187253198930251074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;- the singing for MY FIANCEE ('It Might Be You') - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTTRo_DVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Mn1YQRZ5BMo/s1600-h/IMG_2876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTTRo_DVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Mn1YQRZ5BMo/s320/IMG_2876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187253198930251090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- WE ROCK!! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surprise,.. surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You may be a little bit disappointed because you are not up-to-date about this news; yet, so you may know, we LOVE surprises!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event was held:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on 29th March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at XO Suki, Surabaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank's God for all your supports, prayers, and encouragement so that we may go through these 7 years of ups-and-downs relationship. Please pray with us and for us so that we may enter the Wedding Gate with His blessing, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will (NOT) keep you updated :P because, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE LOVE SURPRISES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6831952621525121419?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6831952621525121419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6831952621525121419&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6831952621525121419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6831952621525121419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-engagedget-married.html' title='Get Engaged/Get Married?'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R_zTSxo_DRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/x5SDgRzpr8w/s72-c/IMG_2806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-772359635700834529</id><published>2008-04-02T16:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:24:29.109+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Just One Paragraph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After spending some times living in denial, disappointments and sadness, I finally have to face the truth. Instead of "why me again?" statement, I am really striving to rephrase my question to "what do YOU want me to learn again and again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This following text is really encouraging, at least for me. I hope you will, too, be encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arthur Ashe&lt;/em&gt;, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "&lt;em&gt;Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this Arthur Ashe replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;The world over -- 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis,&lt;br /&gt;500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam,&lt;br /&gt;50 reach Wimbledon , 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals,&lt;br /&gt;when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'.&lt;br /&gt;And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?' &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happiness keeps you Sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Trials keep you Strong,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow keeps you Human,&lt;br /&gt;Failure keeps you humble&lt;br /&gt;and Success keeps you glowing,&lt;br /&gt;but only Faith &amp;amp; Attitude Keeps you going...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;source:&lt;/strong&gt;  Sangkakala.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-772359635700834529?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/772359635700834529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=772359635700834529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/772359635700834529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/772359635700834529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-one-paragraph.html' title='Just One Paragraph!'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4951977397228714151</id><published>2008-03-16T15:04:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T15:41:19.720+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Solitude - my silent long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I have shared in my previous posting, I went to seek solitude during my long weekend (last week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some friends and I went to Gedono, somewhere in Midden Java, which is near Solo (and also near Salatiga).  We departed from Gubeng Station by train to Solo. Arriving in Solo, we were picked up by Maureen in an APV car, which was rented by her (Maureen is one friend from Jakarta, who also joined this trip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon arriving, we saw tremendous view. Very natural, green and 'virgin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, it is because this monastery, located in Gedono, called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pertapaan Bunda Pemersatu&lt;/span&gt;, is consciously placed in the middle of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; nowhere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zWfD-ibqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zxTjjkRgYQw/s1600-h/IMG_2723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zWfD-ibqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zxTjjkRgYQw/s320/IMG_2723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178249500701126306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pertapaan Bunda Pemersatu is different to other monasteries. It is therapeutics monastery, where the nuns, as well as the guests, are not allowed to speak a lot. Thus, we are only allowed to speak during meals (and of course, for me and the gank, we were still chatting in our room :P).  It is very quiet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zV-z-ibpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6nKgKAIS8OE/s1600-h/IMG_2758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zV-z-ibpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/6nKgKAIS8OE/s320/IMG_2758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178248946650345106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had 7 - 8 times praise and worship times:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.15 AM in the morning &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9 AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11.30 AM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2.30 PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zVdj-iboI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ff_LneaOFog/s1600-h/IMG_2686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zVdj-iboI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ff_LneaOFog/s320/IMG_2686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178248375419694722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust me, you won't complain - in spite of the sleeping and waking up time (sleep at 8, wake up at 3 AM). The food is all vegetarian (yipeee!!), which was a total good news for me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zVJD-ibnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HqxQwRHl7A8/s1600-h/IMG_2659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zVJD-ibnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HqxQwRHl7A8/s320/IMG_2659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178248023232376434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They had cute architecture, which was proposed by Alm. Romo Mangun. Moreover, they also had some cute, delicious snacks and beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm,...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really didn't complain. I, in fact, enjoyed it very much. I felt that I could talk to God more directly. It seemed like talking to God face to face. In Surabaya, I hardly have time to pray for a lot of things; yet in Gedono, my prayer just flowed like water.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zcOj-ibrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kMXgp9iHeD4/s1600-h/IMG_2766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zcOj-ibrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kMXgp9iHeD4/s320/IMG_2766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178255814303051442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God, I found this place - thank God I (re-)found You.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4951977397228714151?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4951977397228714151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4951977397228714151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4951977397228714151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4951977397228714151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/03/finding-solitude-my-silent-long-weekend.html' title='Finding Solitude - my silent long weekend'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R9zWfD-ibqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zxTjjkRgYQw/s72-c/IMG_2723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-5312872156582882520</id><published>2008-03-14T21:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:02:12.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My requested wedding song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whomever can sing this song can propose to marry me :)&lt;br /&gt;*grinning* ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally found this song, and,..&lt;br /&gt;I was totally amazed by it.&lt;br /&gt;The voice, the tune, the meaning,..&lt;br /&gt;Oh,...&lt;br /&gt;PERFECTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys, you better practice it from now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FU8cFLakNrs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FU8cFLakNrs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well its been 5 years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Can't hold back my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cause I'm just so happy I'm marrying an angel today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As I take your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I pledge to be your man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I vow to love to hold to cherish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And never disrespect the love we share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'll be honest I can not lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There'll be real good days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There'll be some bad times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'll be standing right be side you my sweet baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;With the love of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And you take this ring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And i place it on your sweet and lovely hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We will show our kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They will tell their kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What mom and daddy did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On the day I married my angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love you my angel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-5312872156582882520?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/5312872156582882520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=5312872156582882520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5312872156582882520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5312872156582882520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-requested-wedding-song.html' title='My requested wedding song'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-8327303963554509784</id><published>2008-03-06T22:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:25:23.715+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As tomorrow the Hindus will celebrate 'Seclusion Day', some friends and I are going for seclusion for a couple of days, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are heading to Gedono. As a little 'village' (or some will proudly call it a town) in Centre Java, it has everything you need to relax and do 'back to the nature' rituals.  Yet, we will not only do some relaxing; yet we will do a little retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to a monastery, named '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pertapaan Bunda Pemersatu&lt;/span&gt;' to have a total contemplation experience. I heard from some people and read on some blogs/websites that this place is the right place when you seek quietness. You are not allowed more than 3 hours per day. Wow,.. intense! The nuns who dedicate themselves in that monastery only talk less than 3 hours in a day. They have various activities, from cooking to cleaning; from praying to worshiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, too, heard that the nuns wake up at 3 o'clock in the morning to go the chapel and pray. The guests are also encouraged to do the same. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For goodness' sake. I can hardly wake up at 6 everyday &lt;/span&gt;:( ) Yet, they go to bed at 8 o'clock in the evening (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my gosh, it is also another problem. You know what time I normally go to bed? not earlier than 11 o'clock. Sigh,...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I honestly don't know what to expect, because I have never been to this kinda place. However, I am VERY excited!! I can hardly wait!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Seriously,... I am realllllyy looking forward to go this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thus, please pray for me that I will find God's presence and have new insight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really hope that God will speak to me through this trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a nice long weekend to all Indonesian who live in Indonesia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. you can see some pictures of Gedono &lt;a href="http://androsa.multiply.com/photos/album/18/Gedono_a_contemplation_journey"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-8327303963554509784?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/8327303963554509784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=8327303963554509784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8327303963554509784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8327303963554509784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/03/holy-day.html' title='Holy Day'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1878865006319228152</id><published>2008-02-28T08:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:44:36.148+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of TEMPTATION!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just finished watching One Tree Hill Season 2, titled “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Heart Brings You Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;”. Hm, I, now, realize something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Temptation does exist.&lt;/u&gt; The bad news is it is &lt;strong&gt;everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What you have to do is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RUNAWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seven years relationship, like me, doesn’t guarantee anything. It doesn’t guarantee that you won’t fall for another guy. It is true that you are really in love with your current partner, yet if you think that there is a “better” offer, you will be kind of tempted, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like you choose a certain brand. Let’s say oil. You are very familiar with this oil – Oil A. You have known oil A since you were a teenager first helping out your mom cooking. When you are at the university, you start cooking for yourself, then you discover Oil B. It says that it has more vitamin, healthier and contains good fat. Would you not turn to it, or at least try to taste it? Then it is coming another oil, Oil C, that even has anti-aging protection and cheaper. Would you not fall for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://www.arikovero.fi/TotalRedApple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation. Unfortunately, it applies to every relationship. You see another cute guy. You meet this man who is wiser, kinder, and more mature. You are business partnering with a sexy woman who is very aggressive and attractive. Your ex called you for no reason asking how you are and, in the end, asking you out. Or the guy that you fell in love with when you were at high school suddenly appear in front of you and ask your number? Yeah, it is everywhere. It happens to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell once, and I won’t let myself fall for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really tricky.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your feeling is really tricky, especially because I am girl who bases everything on emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t really classify and know for certain what feeling you are having at certain moment, to certain person, right? You can’t really see a word blinking in your forehead or chest saying &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;LIKE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ADMIRE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT&lt;/strong&gt;, or &lt;strong&gt;FAN&lt;/strong&gt;. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, girls do need to think like guys, who barely base their thinking on their heart. They are logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fewh, it was once, and it won’t happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I flew, running away from temptation. Just like what I learned from Sunday School. Remember Joseph and Pothiphar’s wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having trouble sleeping thinking of this kinda stuff lately? My friend once told me “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you knew the answer. It is in your heart. You just need to listen to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true.&lt;br /&gt;We all know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;It is your call to listen to it,&lt;br /&gt;Or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. there is even a TV reality show called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.temptationonfox.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Temptation Island'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Gee,..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1878865006319228152?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1878865006319228152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1878865006319228152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1878865006319228152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1878865006319228152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/beware-of-temptation.html' title='Beware of TEMPTATION!'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7778026341225951287</id><published>2008-02-25T20:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:07:16.220+07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Oscar goes to,...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank goodness Academy Award is celebrated properly this year. Thank to WGA that decided to end the strike!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://student.valpo.edu/kgrimold/oscar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 63px; height: 169px;" src="http://student.valpo.edu/kgrimold/oscar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thus, here are the winners:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Picture: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/film/26015;_ylt=AsS3eUOPfxP_hNNOcqypJPdvqrcF"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Original Screenplay: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/film/26019;_ylt=Av53ZfiDVEGLc.5RbH0myxlvqrcF"&gt;Juno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Actress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/contrib/26035;_ylt=AhMnkm_R50.YcZspsf8G3sVvqrcF"&gt; Marion Cotillard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La Vie En Rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best Actor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/contrib/26022;_ylt=ArjiaWaPvJUa0v5KdmamaB1vqrcF"&gt;Daniel Day-Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/film/26018;_ylt=AiXuCTA2AOKRHfYuJgXc0V1vqrcF" class="con"&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Achievement in Cinematography: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/film/26018;_ylt=Ar5wgIt78WmrcTCScgwdp.9vqrcF"&gt;There Will Be Blood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Film Editing Achievement in Sound Editing and Achievement in Sound Mixing:                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0440963/"&gt;The Bourne Ultimatum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Original Score: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/film/26012;_ylt=AncI0AcyRxugwjp8m3gaA1FvqrcF"&gt;Atonement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Original Song:                                  Falling Slowly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0907657/"&gt;Once&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best Supporting Actress:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/contrib/26038;_ylt=AjB60k_qACHLe30s.5jswyZvqrcF"&gt; Tilda Swinton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/film/26014;_ylt=AsMPhQHFmH.ajxrFMRqmfVRvqrcF" class="con"&gt;Michael Clayton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best Supporting Actor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/contrib/26027;_ylt=AgvDZsz5KVc6vfg41R2Edv5vqrcF"&gt;Javier Bardem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/film/26015;_ylt=AlSZi_ZCQaWaLk7Xla9yhFxvqrcF" class="con"&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best Animated Feature Film: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0382932/"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other winners,... (click on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://oscars.movies.yahoo.com/nominees/;_ylt=AqZmDB7k2IkN0Ol.ItAIfA6XVLcF"&gt;Yahoo Movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Congratulation to all winners!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7778026341225951287?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7778026341225951287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7778026341225951287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7778026341225951287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7778026341225951287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='And the Oscar goes to,...'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7747476757829490163</id><published>2008-02-22T15:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:31:50.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List: Perservere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Perseverance is more than endurance&lt;/span&gt;. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t is endurance combined with absolute assurance and certainty that what we are looking for is going to happen&lt;/span&gt;. Perseverance means more than just hanging on, which may be only exposing our fear of letting go and falling. Perseverance is our supreme effort of refusing to believe that our hero is going to be conquered. Our greatest fear is not that we will be damned, but that somehow Jesus Christ will be defeated. Also, our fear is that the very things our Lord stood for— love, justice, forgiveness, and kindness among men— will not win out in the end and will represent an unattainable goal for us. Then there is the call to spiritual perseverance. A call not to hang on and do nothing, but to work deliberately, knowing with certainty that God will never be defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our hopes seem to be experiencing disappointment right now, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it simply means that they are being purified&lt;/span&gt;. Every hope or dream of the human mind will be fulfilled if it is noble and of God. But one of the greatest stresses in life is the stress of waiting for God. He brings fulfillment, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because you have kept My command to persevere . . .&lt;/span&gt;" ( Revelation 3:10 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to persevere spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;: rbc.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7747476757829490163?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7747476757829490163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7747476757829490163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7747476757829490163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7747476757829490163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-do-list-perservere.html' title='To Do List: Perservere!'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-8233703152492155048</id><published>2008-02-22T10:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:56:28.164+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel Osteen said,...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I was checking my mail, my eyes stopped at this specific e-mail. Normally, I go through 'unnecessary' e-mail in the evening; yet this morning, a little, tiny voice told me to open this e-mail.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Voila! I was totally overwhelmed by it. It is kind of saying to me that "if I want to be blessed, that I should bless and be a blessing to other people first!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enjoy reading it! And hope you can be blessed by it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us…” (Ephesians 3:20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God is able to do more than you could ever ask or imagine! But notice that this verse says it’s according to the power that is at work within you. How does God’s power work within you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God’s power works in you when &lt;strong&gt;you are walking in love&lt;/strong&gt;. God’s power is at work in you when you &lt;strong&gt;choose to forgive those who have wronged you&lt;/strong&gt;. God’s power is at work in you when you &lt;strong&gt;bow before Him with a humble heart&lt;/strong&gt;. He is at work in you when you are &lt;strong&gt;serving &lt;a href="http://www.chicagogigs.com/images/content/joel-osteen_joel-osteen_theater_tickets_35568.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;others by putting their needs above your own.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember, God wants to move on your behalf. He loves to bless you! Choose today to let God’s power work in and through you! As you allow Him to work in your life, He promises blessing beyond your wildest dreams! He will do immeasurably more than you can ask or imagine. He’ll cause you to live the abundant life He has in store for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: joelosteen.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-8233703152492155048?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/8233703152492155048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=8233703152492155048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8233703152492155048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8233703152492155048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/joel-osteen-said.html' title='Joel Osteen said,...'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6403743426430227148</id><published>2008-02-15T23:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:19:09.850+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greeting'/><title type='text'>Pasca Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/valentines_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 328px" alt="" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/valentines_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yesterday was Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surabaya was dressed up differently. Everybody was talking about love. Every space, building or house was decorated with pinky or red ornaments (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;okay, not every, yet there were a lot of pink/red touch&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some were very happy to celebrate valentine. I envied my colleague who received a purple bouquet from her secret admirer. I , too, envied another colleague who prepared perfect gift for his girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you envy?&lt;br /&gt;Coz, I have never received one in these past 7 years in a row valentine's day. Poor you, Nia! Hehehe,.. no worries, we never celebrate valentine for a cliche reason: everyday is Valentine for us :D Yet, you know, as a girl, it is always nice to receive small gift like those things, such as bouquet, chocolate or little bear :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the other hand, some were unhappy. I had a friend who had a little fight with his girlfriend. Thus, he, who actually wanted to celebrate Valentine Day having dinner with and giving gifts to his girlfriend, had to spend Valentine's Day all alone, having dinner with his mom. One public figure even signed his divorce letter on Valentine Day. Too bad for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another drama in Indonesia regarding Valentine's Day celebration happened, exactly on Valentine's Day. Some parties didn't agree with Valentine's Day celebration, because they perceived it as something hedonist and unnecessary to be celebrated. A few groups did also think that it is against God's law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Valentine's Day is stupid, costly, or romantic and a must, I don't really care. What I know is Valentine's Day equals love. Is it a sin to love and express your love? I don't think so, unless you have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; affair (&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;alias selingkuh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6403743426430227148?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6403743426430227148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6403743426430227148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6403743426430227148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6403743426430227148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/pasca-valentine.html' title='Pasca Valentine'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2207591084727520541</id><published>2008-02-13T21:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:10:18.224+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever lived in a dream that you know for sure it would never become a reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;or have you ever enjoyed something so bad yet you know you would wake up in the morning or, even worse, fall from your bed and awake and all you dream would fade away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you rather go on dreaming? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or would you stop it and go back to reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up, honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I rather live in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project Closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2207591084727520541?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2207591084727520541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2207591084727520541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2207591084727520541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2207591084727520541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreaming-project.html' title='Dreaming Project'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-5197034292182395917</id><published>2008-02-12T11:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:24:52.614+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat You Like Crazy :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="DISPLAY: block; FONT-SIZE: 35px; BACKGROUND: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/663/34/eat_buddies.jothjkbw0q.jpg) #333 no-repeat; WIDTH: 320px; COLOR: #fff; PADDING-TOP: 110px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view2/eat_buddies"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks God, I would barely eat my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust me, this quiz doesn't lie, because I can hardly see blood, especially blood running down from one's forehead or arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am 100% tame :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-5197034292182395917?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/5197034292182395917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=5197034292182395917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5197034292182395917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5197034292182395917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/eat-you-like-crazy-p.html' title='Eat You Like Crazy :P'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-8020575654377428490</id><published>2008-02-12T08:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:21:36.744+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings of Forgiveness*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you think that forgiveness is easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading many articles about controlling your anger; redeem your emotion, the power of forgiveness, the Five Languages of Apology, Anger Management, and other similar topics. Why is it so important to control your emotion? And why do we have to learn to forgive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all these so hard to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I was shocked with news about a loving-happy couple that was found dead in their house. The police suspected the wife shot her husband while he was asleep and took a shoot to her own head, committing suicide. Wow! What a drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similar story happened some months back when a police was accused of murdering his wife. Another story was about an ex-boyfriend attempted murder a married woman, because he was jealous and wanted her back. And there was, too, a story about a staff that shot his boss because he didn’t get what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a story of a mom committed suicide with her three kids? It is, too, similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the red line of these stories? Yes, anger management and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were all extreme stories, about hatred that turned into murder. How about stories in everyday life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people who haven’t spoken to their brothers or sisters for years and years, just because they had a clash in the past – unforgiving clash. I know someone that had to sacrifice his hands or head when he got really angry – he would punch a wall or smack a mirror. I, too, have a friend that had broken up with her boyfriend just because she was very angry that she said cruel things unexpectedly that hurt her boyfriend so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about me? I had experienced being ignored by my classmate just because I got a better grade than he did. I, too, had ever had a huge fight with Stefy just because I got so angry that I couldn’t talk it out. I also ever had a problem with one of my housemates just because she didn’t tell me that she took my cookies in the cupboard (it was truly PMS, really!). And I was hurt, until now, just because someone said a very wrong thing, in front of my face, which I don’t really remember again what he said – yet it was hurtful – that I can no longer be nice to him, no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness seems to be the answer of any hurt, pain, and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, is it easy to forgive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*titled inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eX3pStgAig"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indie Arie's song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-8020575654377428490?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/8020575654377428490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=8020575654377428490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8020575654377428490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8020575654377428490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/wings-of-forgiveness.html' title='Wings of Forgiveness*'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3537368862858016581</id><published>2008-02-07T00:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:47:34.788+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greeting'/><title type='text'>Happy Rat New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't really celebrated Chinese New Year for these past five years. I was abroad for four years and then another year somewhere in Timbuktu :P &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I am celebrating Chinese New Year again! Yipee,..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not traditional Chinese that do usual celebration. Some people are eating out, praying to their forefathers, purchasing special ingredients, etc. just to celebrate Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been raised in a multicultural family. My Dad has a strong Chinese background and my Mom has Dutch background. Thus, what I remember about Chinese New Year is the red envelope (Angpao).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a child, I had always been waiting for that red envelop every year. Children always get some from older, married people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure whether I will get some this year, but let's hope for the best! At least, I will nag my dad to give me one :D hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/899701/2/istockphoto_899701_rat_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/899701/2/istockphoto_899701_rat_cartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year, peepz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May this year bring you good luck and prosperity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, this coming year is the year of Rat. MY YEAR!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3537368862858016581?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3537368862858016581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3537368862858016581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3537368862858016581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3537368862858016581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-rat-new-year.html' title='Happy Rat New Year'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2584535043060819889</id><published>2008-02-02T10:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:40:45.581+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Vs Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My opinion that Suharto has been one of the most influential figure in Indonesia remains. After more than 20 days continuously seeing news about him everywhere,  I thought 'his death announcement' will stop. It, indeed, has decreased; yet not stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr. Wimar, one of my favorite figure, wrote this to end his article, titled "&lt;a href="http://www.perspektif.net/english/article.php?article_id=767"&gt;Soeharto escapes trial,  but Indonesia does not&lt;/a&gt;":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bringing Suharto to trial is not just a case of criminal and civil justice. It is important to give people a sense of what is right and what is wrong. Ethical clarity has been clouded by people straddling fence for so many years. People forget the atrocities because they were kept well hidden. But the damage to the nation's confidence and self-respect is evident, and may well be the remaining legacy of Suharto's rule&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Applause to Mr Wimar, because I, personally, have never thought that way. I had wanted him to be imprisoned so bad (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;although I'd known for sure that it would NEVER happen&lt;/span&gt;), because he was such a bad guy. He did cruel things, especially to my ethnicity. Yet, it had never appeared to me that the utmost result of his punishment would be clarity of what is good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One commented on Wimar's website regarding this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and you know what, after his death, the society now can be grouped into 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- those who care a lot about Soeharto, who still defend all of his actions on the New Era, telling people like me that those actions (corruption, human right abuse, etc) was needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- those who still think objectively and not affected by those dramas we've seen since the beginning of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- those who don't care at all. this is the worse group, because as a nation we really need to pay more attention to the current situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I have joined the last group. Yet, I disagree if I am called the worst type of person because I don't care to the current situation. I don't care because I know that nothing would happen Cendana Group (even Tommy's case was a soap opera - not mere justice) and no one could ever touch Cendana Family. Thus, why should I bother with Suharto's case any longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is God's. We never know for sure what he had done in the past and what he'd done before he suffered. Call me naive and let me be naive about this case, because I believe there must be good part in every person's heart. And Suharto has one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2584535043060819889?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2584535043060819889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2584535043060819889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2584535043060819889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2584535043060819889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-vs-bad.html' title='Good Vs Bad'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7978769231162647497</id><published>2008-01-30T10:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:37:16.434+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes of the Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you may know, Indonesia Ex-President (or some may want to call him Ex-Dictator) is passed away. Yet, he remains powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the media! Every media is about him. For these last 4 weeks, every page I have been reading has something about him: his past, his education, his funeral, the one who digged his grave, and even about his household caretaker. The funny thing I read about him this morning was national and international media is writing two different things about him. National media writes about Soeharto as a good leader, 'Bapak Pembangunan', National Heroes, and other positive issues. Yet, international media writes negative news about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington Post menurunkan tulisan dengan judul In Indonesia’s Ex-Dictator Soeharto. Sementara itu, ada pula judul-judul yang dibuat; Buried, Soldier, Savior, Strongman, Crook (Newsweek), Suharto, Tyran of Indonesia, Dies Without Facing Justice (The Independent), President Soeharto, 86; Indonsian Ruler Left Mixed Legacy of Prosperity and Untold Deaths (LA Times), Suharto, Former President of Indonesia and Brutal Rules, Dies (Timesonline), dan lain-lain. Yang jelas, gambaran judul beberapa media asing itu terkesan negatif dan memojokkan mantan presiden ke-2 RI tersebut (&lt;a href="http://www.jawapos.com/index.php?act=detail_c&amp;amp;id=323781"&gt;Jawa Pos - Opini&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ndorokakung.com/2008/01/30/magnet-pecas-ndahe/"&gt;Ndoro Kakung&lt;/a&gt; also proved that people are still curious about him. This morning (30/01), Yahoo! was full with many people searching about 'Soeharto'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you curious about him? about his past, his conspiracy (&lt;a href="http://www.jawapos.com/index.php?act=detail_c&amp;amp;id=323853"&gt;Jawa Post &lt;/a&gt;also wrote that the US even supported Soeharto violating human rights around the 80's and 90's)? Are you curious about how he could be so rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask God. I think God can explain (&lt;em&gt;singing Splender's song&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="286" width="351"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KO5_Ce7AL2g&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KO5_Ce7AL2g&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7978769231162647497?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7978769231162647497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7978769231162647497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7978769231162647497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7978769231162647497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/heroes-of-month.html' title='Heroes of the Month'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2879101496473564494</id><published>2008-01-27T21:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:56:00.899+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter for my dearest sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Sister,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sis,... I just discovered that he has another girlfriend!! Check his friendster!!!! Will she be his next victim? Will she?? Will she??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poor him, because I think you are much prettier than she is! Hehehe,... But, I really thank God that you are no longer with him. I really praise Him that He has prepared someone else for you - someone normal, kind and loving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I honestly am really glad that you have found your soulmate, which has been our best friend since our first year. It is very funny how God has prepared someone for you. He could have told you that in the beginning, thus you didn't need to suffer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet, I reckon God always works all things together for good, right? I believe that every situation you have been through has been allowed by God, to teach you, to polish you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am really glad that your time is coming. It is so fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you remember that we had plan to hold our wedding parties all together in the same place, at the same time? I didn't expect that you would break that vow :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will pray for you two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honestly, I had to wipe my tears when I typed this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sis, I am really happy for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A big hug and kisses from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2879101496473564494?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2879101496473564494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2879101496473564494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2879101496473564494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2879101496473564494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-letter-for-my-dearest-sister.html' title='Love Letter for my dearest sister'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4020051845920461333</id><published>2008-01-26T23:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:31:11.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really missed some people lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss Ardy, Nita, and Danz (Golda, thanks for coming over to Surabaya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss Crew Family (hope to see you soon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss OMF crew in the Netherlands (hope to see you soon, too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss CMH crew (one day I will come and visit you! promise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least some of them are coming over this coming March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yipeeee .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4020051845920461333?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4020051845920461333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4020051845920461333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4020051845920461333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4020051845920461333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/miss-them.html' title='Miss them'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-5953159778745956280</id><published>2008-01-24T23:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:38:56.071+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Stefy, Why do you love me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;: Why do u like me? Why do u love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt; : I can't tell the reason... But I really like u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;: U can't even tell me the reason... How can u say u like me? How can u say u love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man &lt;/span&gt;: I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady&lt;/span&gt;: Proof ? No! I want u to tell me the reason. My friend's boyfriend can tell her why he loves her, but not u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man&lt;/span&gt; : OK...OK !!! Erm...because u are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because u are caring, because u are loving, because u are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a few days later, the Lady met with an accident and became&lt;br /&gt;comma. The Guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dearest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your sweet voice that I love u...Now can u talk? No! Therefore I cannot love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of your care and concern then I like u... Now that u cannot show them, therefore I cannot love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of your smile, because of your every movements that I love u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now can u smile? Now can u move? No, therefore I cannot love u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love u anymore. Do loves need a reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NO! Therefore, I still love u... And love doesn't need a reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When loving someone... never regret what u do... only regret what you didn't do&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it...He will bring you through it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://touching-inspiringstory.blogspot.com/2007/11/reason-why-i-love-you.html"&gt;Touching &amp;amp; Inspiring Stories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-5953159778745956280?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/5953159778745956280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=5953159778745956280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5953159778745956280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5953159778745956280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/stefy-why-do-you-love-me.html' title='Stefy, Why do you love me?'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-8298060341198974460</id><published>2008-01-24T23:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:40:08.469+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just4Laugh'/><title type='text'>Husband Mart is now open</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in the city where a woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is comprised of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends the flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is,however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, that's better than my last boyfriend,but I wonder what's further up?&lt;/span&gt;" So up she goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second floor sign reads :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The woman remarks to herself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's great, but I wonder what's further up?&lt;/span&gt;" And up she goes again. The third floor sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmm, better&lt;/span&gt;" she says. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I wonder what's upstairs?&lt;/span&gt;" The fourth floor sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow!&lt;/span&gt;" exclaims the woman, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very tempting. But, there must be more, further up!&lt;/span&gt;" And again she heads up another flight. The fifth floor sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, mercy me! But just think... what must be awaiting me further on?&lt;/span&gt;" So up to the sixth floor she goes. The sixth floor sign reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you for shopping at Husband Mart and have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://touching-inspiringstory.blogspot.com/2007/11/reason-why-i-love-you.html"&gt;Touching &amp;amp; Inspiring Stories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-8298060341198974460?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/8298060341198974460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=8298060341198974460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8298060341198974460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/8298060341198974460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/husband-mart-is-now-open.html' title='Husband Mart is now open'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4489999504445308459</id><published>2008-01-23T08:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:07:28.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, bye, Mr. Ledger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsaramablog.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10002/ledger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="116" alt="" src="http://www.newsaramablog.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10002/ledger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The actor Heath Ledger &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;was found dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a Manhattan apartment on Tuesday afternoon, the New York City police said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The police said Mr. Ledger, 28, was discovered facedown in bed in an apartment at 421 Broome Street in SoHo. Police officials said that a bottle of prescription sleeping pills were found on a nearby night table, but that they did not know whether they played a role in Mr. Ledger’s death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ledger, the star of “Brokeback Mountain” and other films, was discovered by a housekeeper and a masseuse, the police said. The housekeeper had been in the apartment for some time before Mr. Ledger’s body was discovered, and she let the masseuse in when she at the apartment for a 3:31 p.m. appointment with Mr. Ledger, the police said. They said they did not know when Mr. Ledger scheduled the appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When Mr. Ledger did not respond to a knock on the bedroom door, the housekeeper and the masseuse opened the bedroom and found Mr. Ledger unconscious. They shook him, but he did not respond. They immediately called the authorities and moved Mr. Ledger to the floor, the police said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/22/movies/23cnd-ledger.html?ref=nyregion"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NY Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nia:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;With money you can buy a precious, expensive bed; yet with money you can't buy a good sleep, nor happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4489999504445308459?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4489999504445308459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4489999504445308459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4489999504445308459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4489999504445308459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/bye-bye-mr-ledger.html' title='Bye, bye, Mr. Ledger'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3028103088352237851</id><published>2008-01-21T16:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:18:33.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is actually very late to wish "Happy New Year" to everybody. I have decided to postpone this posting because I wanted to wait for a special moment to publish this post. This time is very special, because we have just passed a normal New Year; and we are about to celebrate Chinese New Year (this is my year, mouse!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is about my NEW YEAR RESOLUTION. Very cliche, huh? This is also the special time because I have been thinking and praying about my New Year Resolution. I don't want to create one that sounds very classic, that I could never fulfill. However, I want to have one that is very personal and plausible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to realize all (or, let's be realistic, most) of it by the end of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, New Year Resolution is very important. Thus, this post is, too, very important, because you can help to keep me on track - remind me when I get lost. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save 25% of my salary every month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always give the tenth every month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treat max. 2 people every month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minimize eating out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep eating healthy food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise more! - Join local gym&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minimize eating out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a better time management&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be late for work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;REST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid stress and pressure - stay positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't judge book by its cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep on-time (before 11)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't put any make up on the weekend (unless there is a party/event)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't go to that skin doctor unless it is very urgent (and don't accept his treatment before asking as many questions as possible)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't worry, be happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't get angry (easily)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open Up, Nia!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FORGIVE + FORGET!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courageous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Join (at least) one ministry at church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEVER skip quite time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read 3 - 5 Spiritual/Christian books (from cover to cover)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for some people that I have listed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for Stefy more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read useful (motivation/leadership) books ( min. 3 books - from cover to cover)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to school(finger cross!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write 2 -3 fictions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speak fluent Dutch (better grammar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here they are! 7 promises I made in the beginning of 2008. I really long to fulfill all my promises by the end of 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God, please help me! I will be lost without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3028103088352237851?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3028103088352237851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3028103088352237851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3028103088352237851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3028103088352237851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/belated-new-year-resolution.html' title='Belated New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-5673279373592678128</id><published>2008-01-15T17:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:38:44.654+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my TOFU and TEMPEH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love Tofu and Tempeh. Soy milk is also a great company for my breakfast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something has been missing on many Jakarta dining tables in the past two days: everyone's favorite tofu and tempeh dishes.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was shocked to death when I read the Jakarta Post a couple of days ago, because it must have been wrong. Tofu and tempeh are a must in Indonesian culinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tofu, tempeh and other products made from soybenas are no longer cheap, because "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was around Rp 3,300 (30 U.S. cents) per kilogram last January, but now it's Rp 7,400&lt;/span&gt;," Asep, who is head of the Tangerang Tofu and Tempeh Communication Forum. It is +/- 60% more expansive!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He also said soybeans were imported from the U.S. and the price had been on the rise since January last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought our country produce the best soybeans, the best tofu and tempeh's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am really concern about this issue, not only because I love soybeans, but it influences many people's lives. For instance a life of a man who committed suicide because he, who was a snack seller (read: penjual gorengan) in Jakarta, discovered that the price of his ingredients has increased very high. He couldn't buy nor sell anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where will we go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will this country go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-5673279373592678128?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/5673279373592678128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=5673279373592678128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5673279373592678128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/5673279373592678128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-is-my-tofu-and-tempeh.html' title='Where is my TOFU and TEMPEH?'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-730477904042855723</id><published>2008-01-14T23:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:20:04.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To forgive, yet not to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dear Mr. Ex-President,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In response to the current issue whether we forgive or not to forgive you, I will say that I may forgive you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have been thinking of how you have faced too many difficulties. Seeing your family perishing, one of your child after another was accused of doing criminals, and your favorite daughter-in-law was about to be divorced, have not been easy for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I started to feel very sorry for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It must have been very difficult for you. Maybe you have felt guilty. Maybe those sufferings were some of many reasons that have caused your illness. Maybe you have wished you could have done differently. Maybe you prayed to God to have another chance to re-do your life. Maybe, and just maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes, I really feel sorry for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In your old age, I reckon you have felt sorry, somehow. I believe, you are (or have been) a good person, somehow (yet, this world had destroyed your good side). Thus, I think, I will forgive you and erase what you have done in the past, although I had ever suffered from the discrimination issue that you had planted in the past. I will forgive you, thus you may rest in peace in the palace, Astana Giribangun, next to your lovely wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But, don't expect me to forget, because I will tell the story about you to my children and grandchildren and (maybe) great grandchildren. I will teach them about love, not love of money and power, like what you had, but love to God and family. I will tell them that greed and hatred will bring them a great suffering. I will tell them not to be like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Sir, despite the awful things you have done in the past, I want to to thank you for a few good things that you did or brought to this country, which I may not know or realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you cling to life or death, I pray for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nie'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-730477904042855723?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/730477904042855723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=730477904042855723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/730477904042855723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/730477904042855723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-forgive-yet-not-to-forget.html' title='To forgive, yet not to forget'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-825608287654001234</id><published>2008-01-08T21:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:54:39.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>After one sack of crisp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.inmagine.com/img/foodcollection/fdc_single3/fdc903228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 166px;" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/foodcollection/fdc_single3/fdc903228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People have various ways to express anger. One will scream, another will bottle up. One will cry, another will act as nothing is wrong. One will act crazily, another will find solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never express my anger. I rather bottle it up and flush it away with one sack of crisp or other snack. This one sack of magical crisp cures my anger. At least for the next 3 - 5 minutes (or more, depend on the size of the sack), I will forget about my disappointment, anger, or other disturbing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unexpectedly, as soon as I finish my last bite of crisp, the feeling comes up again. This time is usually worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh, I am run out of crisp now. Let me get another sack of crisp, we'll see what it can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mode VERY UPSET: ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-825608287654001234?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/825608287654001234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=825608287654001234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/825608287654001234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/825608287654001234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-one-sack-of-crisp.html' title='After one sack of crisp'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1274080447528878038</id><published>2007-12-24T15:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:55:24.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclusive Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://www.thejakartapost.com/"&gt;The Jakarta Post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; is one of my favorite site. Once in a couple weeks, they publish 'Weekender', a booklet that is published every weekend, which contains a lot of 'light' reading. I read the latest Weekender and came across this article about Dian Sastro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Now, I'd like to pretend that I am somekind of 'Dian Sastro' who is interviewed by The Jakarta Post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My childhood ambition was ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be an astronaut and then when I grew older I wanted to be a model (it is quite a shame to admit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Describe yourself in three words ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moody. I can easily change, just in a split second. Sometimes it is a good thing, because it shows that I can adapt to any circumstances; however it is also bad, because you can never guess what I am. I am a hard-worker. I can do whatever it takes to achieve something. And I am a people person. I love to be among people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My best trait is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talkative and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And worst ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm difficult to open up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I would never ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider snakes or other reptiles as pets. I don't even want to see them. I also would never eat any red meat, like beef, pork, lamb and other strange animals that are prepared for meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I laugh at ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs, Extravaganza, and Bo Bo Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And cry ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Chinese movie about a mom and her only son (Mama Hao?), the Notebook, A Walk to remember, Love Actually, Chicken little. Reading touching books or articles. Listening to a sad testimony (like one during Christmas service this year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Friends say I am ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, talkative, sometimes &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;jayuz, &lt;/span&gt;moody, hardworking and a good chef ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I would cross town for ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my family, especially my lil sister and of course to meet Stefy (hate being separated for 5 years). I would also cross town for Banana Chocolate crisp from Lampung. Anyone from Lampung?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My favorite place is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own room in Diemerkade, the Netherlands, which I no longer possess. Currently, I like to be in my own room. For hangout, sit and chat, I like Sonnen Cafe (of course accompanied by a long glass of Caswell's ice cappuccino)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The unforgivable is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backstabber! (Burn them in the sand!!) and also when someone, who declare themselves as good friends, talk about you behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I can’t live without ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Yet I do need certain things to keep me breathing, such as my family, Stefy, my laptop, and Agenda (hoping to have smartphone soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I always have in my bag ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water bottle, wallet, my gold make-up bag, tissue, wet tissue, antiseptic soap, mobile phone, CDMA, Agenda and ballpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I don’t understand why ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still so many poor people in Indonesia, yet the number of rich people is massively increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I only lie when ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to, but I can't lie to some people, even when I have to, just because I love them so much that I don't want to lie to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I wish I could ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study Master Degree in United Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite song ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon River, Baby it's cold outside. Love Jazz and Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite movie ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless in Seattle, Crash, Notebook, Love Actually, and Usual Suspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My biggest fear is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God doesn't acknowledge me anymore and abandons me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I’m upset when ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone borrow or take my things and don't inform me about that. It equals stealing. I am also very upset when I can't find what I am looking for (e.g. when I look for certain clothes to wear to the office and I can't find it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;At 40, I will be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having three children and one loving husband. I will work part-time in a social institution and teach. The rest of my time I will dedicate it for my family and do ministry in the church. I will write books in my spare time. Of course, I will still be in a good shape, because I will always love sport and do food combining ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If I could do one thing to change the world ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provide free eduction for anyone in the world and provide jobs after they finish their study. This will work to reduce poverty (financial and intelligence) in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The best piece of advice anyone gave me is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your best and let God do the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source:&lt;a href="http://www.thejakartapost.com/weekender/122020.asp"&gt; http://www.thejakartapost.com/weekender/122020.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1274080447528878038?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1274080447528878038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1274080447528878038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1274080447528878038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1274080447528878038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/12/exclusive-interview.html' title='Exclusive Interview'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6674907549711239722</id><published>2007-12-21T15:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:30:45.207+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you believe in fairytale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;It is silly, because the target group of fairytale ‘industry’ is children age 3 -7. And who am I? Once again, I tell you, I am twenty-something girl that has a proper job, in the state of applying for Master Degree, and is about to get ready for a status called married. I am old enough to be called ‘old’. And, I am, too, well educated. And I like fairytale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God, it is not a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, fairytale is a whole new world, where you can be anything you want. You can be Cinderella, or one of the seven dwarfs, or Sherk, or if I want to keep my Asian culture, I still can be Mulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretend that I was loved by two men who were fighting to win my love. I can pretend that I was half-dead waiting to be kissed. I can pretend to be very evil that I wanted to eat three pigs. Or, when I was sad, I could fly, like Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether it is my generation who is getting dumber, or my lil sister generation who gets enough nutrition that they are very smart. Coz, my sister doesn’t believe in Santa Clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, HOW COME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa Clause is the BEST fairytale EVER! Because he is ‘REAL’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He has brought me a lot of presents, especially those I found under the Christmas tree and on my shoes. Although he was always accompanied by the black elves (&lt;em&gt;zwartepiet&lt;/em&gt;), who were Avery cruel, in the end, I got the present. Sometimes, I got something that I have wanted for soooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my lil sister doesn’t believe in him? It is what we can call a crime. She is 8 y.o and she was so smart that when she was 5 or 6 yo, she said that Santa Clause is a fiction. It is very impossible to believe that someone (read: Santa Clause) knows what she wants and appears only once a year. Where does he live? How does he live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! I didn’t ask those questions when I was her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom kept silent. She didn’t say anything about my lil sister’s comment, which was actually true. My mom did also keep silent to me when I was little, until my mom reckoned that I was old enough to know the ‘truth’. A painful truth, I called, because I was very disappointed to know that he was unreal. My mom bought my presents and gave them to fake Santa Clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;How come did he know everything about me?”&lt;/em&gt; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Ah, I wrote everything in a piece of paper. What’s good about you? Have you been naughty that year of not? Everything!”&lt;/em&gt; she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grumbling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated to know that fact, because since then, my mom stopped dragging me to Santa Clause event. After that year (it was when I were 10 or 11 y.o), I sometimes attended Santa Clause event, accompanying my lil brother, who was as naïve as I had been before I knew the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Clause had been the best thing ever happened on Christmas day. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But, now I know something better about Christmas Day, because on this day, a child was born to make a difference!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That's what I call Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6674907549711239722?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6674907549711239722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6674907549711239722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6674907549711239722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6674907549711239722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-fairytale.html' title='Christmas Fairytale'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3144651848016330296</id><published>2007-12-19T10:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:10:23.362+07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.iona.com/newcomer/archives/Tree0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px" height="406" alt="" src="http://blogs.iona.com/newcomer/archives/Tree0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas Day is approaching. A song says "&lt;em&gt;it is the most wonderful time of the year&lt;/em&gt;." No matter where I am at that moment, I always feel '&lt;em&gt;christmasy&lt;/em&gt;' (trust me this ain’t real English). Although I don't feel the cold, snowy (windy) weather, yet it is Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, in Indonesia, celebrating my first Christmas, after 5 years in a row, with my beloved family and Stefy. I do rejoice for this amazing opportunity. Heaven knows how much I have longed for this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is the most crucial aspect of celebrating Christmas (apart from celebrating the birth of baby Jesus). I can have nothing to eat, no new dress and no martini champagne to celebrate my Christmas, yet as long as I have family surround me, I am more than happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, He has given me a lot of families to celebrate my Christmas, especially in these past 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;First Christmas in Holland – 2002&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was deadly cold (since it was my first winter). I got ill, some days before the Christmas Day. Yet, I enjoyed Indonesian tasty food, handmade by my beloved uncle. Yes, it was my Christmas with my family in the Netherlands, uncles, aunts and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Anton went to Air Hidup church and met Ardy there! It was the second time I met him. I reckon, since then, I became quite close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second Christmas in Holland – 2003&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this second Christmas with my new friends – new roommates. We bought champagne, cooked and chatted till midnight. It was wonderful because it was very different than previous Christmas with family, which was celebrated formally. We did a lot of crazy things. We played games. We watched movies. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Ardy went to Air Hidup church to attend Christmas service, which appeared to be fun. I wore my blue kebaya, for the first time, and I was pictured with a cute guy from the church. Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Third Christmas in Holland – 2004&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British style Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn’t celebrate Christmas in the Great Britain, yet I was invited by a half-British family to celebrate Christmas in their house. It was amazing! We sat around square table, decorated with red, green, and gold ornaments. We ate turkey (I had vegetables instead), parsnip (VERY YUMMY!), potatoes, and Christmas pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged presents. I had mug and dolls from their beloved children. Instead of going home, I spent the night in their house, drinking gluhwein and slept over. Hm,… I miss them so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very close to this family since 2004. I love their children: Emily, Hanna and Tim. We watched cartoon film – the snowman – on the second Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from celebrating with the Crew Family, I went out with my beloved friends. I forgot what we did that time, but it must have been very FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forth (last) Christmas – 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize that it was my last Christmas, because I did enjoy it very much. I joined the choir at Crossroad church, thus I had to perform during Christmas eve and the Christmas Day. It was a big fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also very active in the Church, thus I helped their event. They had sort of games/workshop day. Everyone could come and join any workshops (related to arts) and joined the game. In the end of the event, we were entertained by two Christian bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Christmas day, I saw the pastor’s son, who looked like ORLANDO BLOOM (trust me, many people said the same thing, too) *drooling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated this last Christmas eating chocolate fondue with my beloved housemates, Anita, Golda, Ardy, and Daniel. We drank champagne ‘till Golda got so drunk (LOL) that she hallucinated – LOL. We watched movie till the morning came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crew Family also invited me to celebrate Christmas in their house. It was Dutch Christmas Celebration. I forgot what we had for dinner, yet, it was ALWAYS fun with the Crew Famiily. I remember that we watched extended version Lord of the Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;First (and last) Christmas at Meulaboh, West Aceh – 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very disappointed when my boss didn’t allow me to go home for Christmas. Yet, I was not sad at all, because I had a new family that I met just before Christmas day. He, Pak Erik, and his wife worked at Salvation Army. They were, in fact, ‘the boss’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to their house early morning, 5 AM, to have Christmas service together with Salvation Army staff. We had breakfast together and went to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating Christmas in Aceh was very different, because you couldn’t see any Christmas tree or any Christmas ornaments. Nowhere. I was thankful for this sophisticated Christmas. Even more thankful because there was a strong rumour that celebrating Christmas in Aceh was a BIG NO, but it was very okay. Nothing happened. Thank GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most wonderful time of the year,…&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will celebrate my 2008 Christmas with my beloved family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3144651848016330296?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3144651848016330296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3144651848016330296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3144651848016330296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3144651848016330296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want for Christmas'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-494632268698240369</id><published>2007-12-18T22:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:40:37.080+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving,..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally I found the right name from my Indonesian blog - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cerita si Oma&lt;/span&gt; (Granny's Story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please visit: &lt;a href="http://omabercerita.blogspot.com"&gt;http://omabercerita.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-494632268698240369?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/494632268698240369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=494632268698240369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/494632268698240369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/494632268698240369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/12/moving.html' title='Moving,..'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4374354871085551526</id><published>2007-12-14T18:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T18:46:51.109+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ill (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R2JscujL2kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/z3LWtGULtp0/s1600-h/sb10062797h-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R2JscujL2kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/z3LWtGULtp0/s320/sb10062797h-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143792965198273090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't recall how many times I have been ill this year, maybe more than 10?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I did realize, this morning, that being ill is the ONLY time when I could withdraw myself from business and THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;...think about life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;... think about my relationship with GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;... think about what I want and I have to do next year (sort of writing New year resolution in my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;and again (and again and again) learn to sit next to HIS feet, to listen to HIM and to DO what I suppose to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Being ill has always been a time of reflection, a time of withdrawal, because, otherwise, I would never rest and reflect on what I have been doing - with excuse of being too busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I should get used to being ill, and be thankful because I, then, have time to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4374354871085551526?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4374354871085551526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4374354871085551526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4374354871085551526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4374354871085551526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/12/ill-again.html' title='ill (again)'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/R2JscujL2kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/z3LWtGULtp0/s72-c/sb10062797h-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7161468084316982542</id><published>2007-12-10T15:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:40:16.744+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I am - according to Personal DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Leader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your solid grounding in the practicalities of life, along with your self-assuredness and your willingness to appreciate new things make you a LEADER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in touch with what is going on around you and adept at remaining down-to-earth and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you're detail-oriented, this doesn't mean that you lose the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to find beauty in form and efficiency, as opposed to finding it in broad-based, abstract concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never one to pass on an adventure, you're consistently seeking and finding new things, even in your immediate surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this eagerness to pursue new experiences, you've learned a lot; your attention to detail means that you gain a great deal from your adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intellectual curiosity that drives you leads you to seek out causes of and reasons behind things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your confidence gives you the potential to take your general awareness and channel it into leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not set on one way of doing things, and you often have the skills and persistence to find innovative ways of facing challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well-attuned to your talents, and can deal with most problems that you face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not afraid to let your emotions guide you, and you're generally considerate of others' feelings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to have time to plan for things, feeling better with a schedule than with keeping plans up in the air until the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's more to life than the practical - take some time to daydream and explore the aesthetic sides of things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/h/?k=ffqakTWwMimhOXW-OP-ADCAA-38df&amp;amp;t=Encouraging+Leader"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are Encouraging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your outgoing nature, understanding of others, and directness make you ENCOURAGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want others to do well for themselves, and you generally believe in their abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often know what's good for people because of your caring nature and your worldview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you care about someone, you don't keep it to yourself: you are good at letting people know that you're thinking of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you trust people, you take violations of that trust very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive in social situations, and even though you know who you like and who you don't like, you can interact well with many different types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a healthy respect for people who have earned what they have, and you strive to be similar to successful others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a loyal friend and a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in the course of being encouraging, you can be a bit judgmental—this can make it more difficult for others to follow your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are an expert at getting the most out of the world and taking advantage of many experiences, you might gain some insight by taking the time to be alone, reflect on things, or just observe the goings-on in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7161468084316982542?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7161468084316982542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7161468084316982542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7161468084316982542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7161468084316982542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-i-am-according-to-personal-dna.html' title='Who I am - according to Personal DNA'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3126862929699071905</id><published>2007-12-07T08:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T08:38:05.517+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC - A Bitter Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Birthday? Neeeh,... I better skip it this year&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have been mentioning about my birthday - birthday gifts, treat, or party - although it was not yet my birthday. I chose to skip that conversation or at least tried to change the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly explain why I felt that way, but I am not that excited to celebrate my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I don't feel like celebrating&lt;/em&gt;," I said to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have my me-time tonight - no deadlines, no last-minute project, and no extra task - I gazed (upon my ceiling) try to figure out why I have been trying to reject the reality that my birthday is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared of being old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hard to accept the reality that I get more wrinkles in my face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared to hear my biological clock ticks even faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, am I scared because I don’t have enough money to treat my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of my meditation, I found an answer – an honest one. I am very scared and ashamed of myself because this year has not been a very good, productive year, in terms of my relationship with my Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked back, I listed so many disappointments, anger, sadness, scare, denial, runaway, hatred, lie, hypocrisy, and some more. I started my 2007 with being scared of people (Nia, they were actually just human, like you), continued with anger to some parties and running away from problems, and then I, whom I used to called myself, the social-humanist-Christian, became very pathetic and acted hypocrisy. As the end of the year was approaching, I planted a seed of hatred and being unforgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I am not very happy with myself. In fact, I feel such a loser in front of Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Nia , what have you done this year?&lt;/em&gt;” I heard Him asking me.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Not much, Lord. I have been working like an atheist dog. I called Your name when I needed comfort and happiness in my heart. I closed my eyes and prayed when I felt bad about things and I needed forgiveness. I went to church every Sunday just to fill in my empty Sunday mornings and, actually, I occasionally forgot to give the tenth&lt;/em&gt;.” I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have my reason to skip my birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want for my birthday? I want a full year of 2007, renewed and refreshed so that I could start over my life in 2007, better and more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, have mercy on me! I will change, starting NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3126862929699071905?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3126862929699071905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3126862929699071905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3126862929699071905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3126862929699071905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/12/abc-bitter-celebration.html' title='ABC - A Bitter Celebration'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3797342289579616089</id><published>2007-12-01T10:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:43:02.548+07:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day - Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Link to the official World AIDS Day website" href="http://www.worldaidsday.org/default.asp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="40" alt="Support World AIDS Day" src="http://www.worldaidsday.org/images/virtualribbon.gif" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3797342289579616089?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3797342289579616089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3797342289579616089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3797342289579616089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3797342289579616089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/12/world-aids-day-today.html' title='World AIDS Day - Today'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-165564820517560306</id><published>2007-11-15T18:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:30:56.971+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reflection!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you see when you stand in front of a mirror?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course, reflection of your beautiful posture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, have you ever hated someone so bad yet in the end you realized that she was your reflection?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me tell you my most memorable experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a colleague whose gender is similar to mine: woman. Woman is always so talkative that it could turn her into the scariest, most bossy creature in the world. She acted so bossy to everyone in the office. She was a complainer once in a while. Anyway, I could stand that; in fact I didn't really care about her. I did my own business, she did hers. Although we occassionally worked together, we both never stabbed each other's back (so far I know). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But, her attitude was quite an issue in the office. Beyond her bossiness, she was also the person that was ALWAYS right! Every mistake or accident that happened was NEVER caused by her. However, we, all, knew that she wasn't always right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, you should ask her for that matter because she did it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I didn't know about it. She supposed to know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and other millions excuses came out from her mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I heard from a colleague that she never express her anger or disappointment but she bottled everything up in her heart. She always acted as she was the kindest, never-been-angry person. However, once in a while she exploded. When she exploded, she would madly point her finger on someone else, to blame everything she had bottled up for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It must be the glance you had right now. I said that too once in a while. Until last week, when Stefy got so upset because my attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nia, if you keep doing this, I can't stand it anymore! Why is it always so difficult for you to say what is in your heart? why is it so difficult to express how you feel, what you like and not like? It is okay if you keep everything inside and promise you won't explode, but you always bottle up everything and there would be a time, you would explode. And i don't like it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Crap! Shoot! *$#!*#$?! (grumbling!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, I realized that I have disliked my reflection in someone else's body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise myself that I would change. I will be a different person, because I don't want to be her when I reach my 30 or 40 or ever. No, I will never that kind of person. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather, I will be a nice, loving, humble and wise lady :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I am changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Trying every way I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I am changing I'll be better than I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;But I need a friend To help me start all over again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;That would be just fine I know it's gonna work out this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause this time I am changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jennifer Hudson - I am changing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-165564820517560306?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/165564820517560306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=165564820517560306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/165564820517560306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/165564820517560306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-reflection.html' title='My Reflection!'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2681083963494065285</id><published>2007-11-14T08:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:58:44.599+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poisonous Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had been discreetly disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Seeking solitude,&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledgement,&lt;br /&gt;and wealth.&lt;br /&gt;But there isn’t any&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I found troublesome, grief, and denial&lt;br /&gt;I wished I hadn’t gone too far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to boast but I heard that some people were looking for me, looking for the real me writing some good, encouraging text. And I wasn’t available up till now. Because I have just come back from visiting denial, troublesome, grief, sin, silliness,… you name it. And I couldn’t find what I looked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a first child in the family has made me tough and perseverant, which is in one hand, very good. However, on the other hand, I was shaped to be a very independent person. Going abroad, all by myself, has also contributed to make me who I am right now, a very independent, sometimes self-centered person. I always say to myself, or to others, that I can do everything by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do it yourself.” It is a statement that you currently hear everywhere. It is about not depending to other people while you can manage things by yourself. It is also a health issue, which pushes you to do things by yourself so that you can do more movement and lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, my “do it yourself” level is over the limit. I always try to do every single thing by myself that I forget that I have others. I always feel VERY guilty when I ask other people’s help. By the time I stuck on some things, I always think that I can still do it by myself and don’t need other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In result I have overworked myself, or got very ill, or got frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through this cycle a couple of times and it seemed that I got used to it; until I found another symptom in my cycle. I was very persistent to ask God for some helps. I have been too proud of myself, feeling that I didn’t need His help yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in the end, I found myself exhausted and starving for some helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I knew that I needed God so bad I could die without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please mind Your forgiveness on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2681083963494065285?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2681083963494065285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2681083963494065285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2681083963494065285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2681083963494065285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/11/poisonous-pride.html' title='Poisonous Pride'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6611747302880792262</id><published>2007-11-02T15:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T16:27:33.431+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>Bjork said that I am "Hidden Place"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/ForgottonShadow/1048382099_iddenPlace.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your song that resembles you is "Hidden Place" Congradulations.&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(1,1,1)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/ForgottonShadow/quizzes/Which+Bjork+song+are+you%3F" target="quizilla"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hidden Place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the warmthest&lt;br /&gt;Cord of care&lt;br /&gt;Your love was sent to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;What to do with it&lt;br /&gt;Or where to put it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so close to tears&lt;br /&gt;And so close to&lt;br /&gt;Simply calling you up&lt;br /&gt;I'm simply suggesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have&lt;br /&gt;Been slightly shy&lt;br /&gt;And I can smell a pinch of hope&lt;br /&gt;To almost have allowed once fingers&lt;br /&gt;To stroke&lt;br /&gt;The fingers I was given to touch with&lt;br /&gt;But careful, careful&lt;br /&gt;There lies my passion, hidden&lt;br /&gt;There lies my love&lt;br /&gt;I'll hide it under a blanket&lt;br /&gt;Lull it to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the beautifullest&lt;br /&gt;Fragilest&lt;br /&gt;Still strong&lt;br /&gt;Dark and divine&lt;br /&gt;And the littleness of his movements&lt;br /&gt;Hides himself&lt;br /&gt;He invents a charm that makes him invisible&lt;br /&gt;Hides in the air&lt;br /&gt;Can I hide there too?&lt;br /&gt;Hide in the air of him&lt;br /&gt;Seek solace&lt;br /&gt;Sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the hidden place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll hide in the hidden place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the hidden place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We go to a hidden place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6611747302880792262?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6611747302880792262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6611747302880792262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6611747302880792262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6611747302880792262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-hidden-place-woman.html' title='Bjork said that I am &quot;Hidden Place&quot;'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1285083791141337268</id><published>2007-11-02T15:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:58:52.485+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm choco chip, ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3279"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/cookie_quiz/cc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...same with Ulmie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm very hard to resist." HAHAHAHAH. Really? Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But Chocolate chip cookies are indeed delicious. Especially when they are homemade and fresh from the oven. Yum... yum,.. yum,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1285083791141337268?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1285083791141337268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1285083791141337268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1285083791141337268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1285083791141337268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-choco-chip.html' title='I&apos;m choco chip, ...'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3015842746667361506</id><published>2007-10-31T12:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:00:20.637+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God knows how much I need caffeine to get through this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/RygYg3fK2-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OPJmTLXgotM/s1600-h/Coffee_Mug_by_dekleene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127375128690875362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/RygYg3fK2-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OPJmTLXgotM/s320/Coffee_Mug_by_dekleene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coffee Psalm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(by anonymous author)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.&lt;br /&gt;It maketh me to wake in green pastures:&lt;br /&gt;It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.&lt;br /&gt;It restoreth my buzz:&lt;br /&gt;It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name's sake.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,&lt;br /&gt;I will fear no Equal™:&lt;br /&gt;For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks:&lt;br /&gt;Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.&lt;br /&gt;Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:&lt;br /&gt;And I will dwell in the House of Mochas forever.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caffeine, come to momma.......!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3015842746667361506?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3015842746667361506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3015842746667361506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3015842746667361506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3015842746667361506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/10/coffee-week.html' title='Coffee Week'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/RygYg3fK2-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OPJmTLXgotM/s72-c/Coffee_Mug_by_dekleene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-3518280027840435029</id><published>2007-10-29T16:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:19:41.983+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Lady Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Raining season is approaching in Indonesia. Two days ago, I saw some water dripping from the sky. It soothed my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, while I was asleep, it was raining cats and dogs. No wonder I slept like a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what I exactly love about rain and walking in the rain, but for this season, I will say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/RyaTb3fK29I/AAAAAAAAAEs/x1HHjvBpYvg/s1600-h/It__s_Raining__by_musicangel071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126947332768324562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/RyaTb3fK29I/AAAAAAAAAEs/x1HHjvBpYvg/s320/It__s_Raining__by_musicangel071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I love walking in the rain, 'cause then no-one knows I'm crying"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it rain! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain, come down on me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-3518280027840435029?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/3518280027840435029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=3518280027840435029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3518280027840435029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/3518280027840435029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/10/lady-rain.html' title='Lady Rain'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/RyaTb3fK29I/AAAAAAAAAEs/x1HHjvBpYvg/s72-c/It__s_Raining__by_musicangel071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2828317797933497892</id><published>2007-09-28T13:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:43:37.758+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for Not Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I just don't want to be a widow in the age of 40. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(SMS Nia to Stefy 28/sept/07 - Asking him to never smoke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I will because the longer I live, the more chances I have to love you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(SMS Stefy to Nia 28/sept/07 - Assuring that he will never smoke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't know that my life is like a romantic drama sometimes :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2828317797933497892?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2828317797933497892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2828317797933497892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2828317797933497892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2828317797933497892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/thank-you-for-not-smoking.html' title='Thank You for Not Smoking'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2941131506842759808</id><published>2007-09-27T12:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:14:35.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To achieve something you have never achieved before, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you must become someone you have never been before."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2941131506842759808?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2941131506842759808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2941131506842759808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2941131506842759808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2941131506842759808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-1346894785962361565</id><published>2007-09-26T10:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T17:12:36.541+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy - it's consuming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Receiving her e-mail this afternoon has made me even more furious. Not to her, not to God, but maybe to myself and the situation I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a lot of “I wish” and “Why” lately. Although I have every said that I never regret my decision to return to Indonesia last year; I, now, boldly admit that I do regret it, in someway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what could I do? I didn’t have enough support to continue my study, nor did I have opportunity to earn a lot of money in an instant. What could I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please don’t punish me because I really don’t blame you for my situation. I know that You always have a rainbow after the storm; although I still have no clue when my storm would end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that one of my friend flew to the Netherlands a couple of days ago, receiving scholarship, has boiled my inner being. I am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving a message that another best friend has started her job and she found her job very enjoyable. I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more money.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were rich.&lt;br /&gt;Why were I born this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another ‘I wish’ and ‘why’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other issues that have made me gnash my teeth. Ah, I will utter another ‘I wish’ and ‘Why’. And I don’t want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it is a great pleasure to be a winner, to have or do something that nobody else has or does. But, I cannot always be in that situation all the time. There will be time when I am a spectator or listener or supporting-actress. It is not easy for me, because, this jealousy has consumed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because I underestimate myself too much?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I never see myself as a winner. I always think that I need to do something extra to be in a ‘certain’ position. Do I actually have to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, let not this jealousy consume me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-1346894785962361565?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/1346894785962361565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=1346894785962361565&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1346894785962361565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/1346894785962361565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/jealousy-its-consuming.html' title='Jealousy - it&apos;s consuming'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2179029985711056111</id><published>2007-09-25T17:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:54:24.871+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dita has tagged me. Thus, this is what I was supposed to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each blogger must post these rules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged and to read your blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake Up = open your eyes (wake up from you sleep) and close your eyes (to begin your day with a pray)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always have a water bottle (or plastic container) in my bag, except when I go to the office. I have my pinky water container ready in the office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I watch DVD on my laptop, I always turn on the English sub-title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I am stressed out, I overreact (singing out loud, talking to myself)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never order icy drink in the restaurant when I go for a meal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One cup of coffee a day keeps my sleepy away :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No day without fruit and veggies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best reading position: lay down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;People whom I want to tag are (sorry to give you sumtin to do!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tikus-ilang.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ulmz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iphien.blogs.friendster.com/"&gt;Iphien&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nastanesteus.multiply.com/"&gt;Nasta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://signified-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Putri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.byotenega.com/"&gt;Ega&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://si-cemplon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nesya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://modjo.multiply.com/"&gt;Modjo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fannileets.blogs.friendster.com/wanna_speak_my_mind/"&gt;Fanni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2179029985711056111?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2179029985711056111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2179029985711056111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2179029985711056111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2179029985711056111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-tagged.html' title='Being Tagged!'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-6034665062375672478</id><published>2007-09-22T18:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T18:36:34.731+07:00</updated><title type='text'>D2D = Dare to Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There will always be a time for you and your dreams to come true. But the problem is could you wait till your times comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream is a wish you heart makes, when you fall asleep, said Michael Buble. But, is that it? Does dream stop when you wake up? Does dream disappear when you open your eyes? Can you dream any longer than 8 hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is said in the statement above, the answer is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, dream doesn’t stop when you wake up and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, you can dream a little bit or much longer than 8 hours a day, it depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is would you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often dream to be something or to have something in our lives; but we never see it coming. Some of us wonder, have I just been fantasizing? Have I dreamed something unrealistic? The others would claim that God is cruel, or even worse, God does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us, who, thank God, think that they are not fantasizing, might sadly think that they are incapable to reach their dreams or to make their dreams come true. The others consider themselves unlucky, or in Indonesia, if you are unlucky for some times in a row, people would say that you are cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having your dream come true is more than being lucky, being free from any spells. It is not how you dream. It is not about choosing the right God, in fact there is only one God, and I know He is NOT at all cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is, first, what you dream. It is beyond realistic or not; but is it good or evil? If you dream to have lots of money by robbing a bank, I will guarantee you that you will never see it coming. If you do see it coming, you won’t be freed from punishment, both by law or yourself. However, if you dream to be a doctor or to study overseas, it is possible. It is just how you walk in your path to reach that dream. When there is a will, there is a way; and, in fact, everything is possible, in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, would you wait?&lt;br /&gt;Making your dream come true is a little bit longer than 8-hours sleep. You need to put some efforts to reach your dream. When you have put some efforts, you still need to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I wait?&lt;br /&gt;Hm,… maybe you are tested, are you serious with your dream? Let’s say you dream to study overseas. You wait for one year and it hasn’t yet come true. Don’t be disappointed. Maybe you are tested whether you really want to study overseas or it is just your pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is to make you realize that you are not the only actor in making your dream come true. You need other people and, in fact, you need God to handle your dreams. Maybe you dreamed to have your own company. But,, instead of asking some helps, you did everything by yourself. You ended up bankrupt or overloaded. Why don’t you try to ask some helps from some people in your surroundings? And of course, surrendering your burden to God will do good to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I believe that something worth having does not come easy. It takes time, but when you get it, you will be overjoyed and blessed. You won’t stop give thanks for what you have received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be happy to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A writer once wrote like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always imagine that God gave us a checkbook and we could write any numbers in it, without any limitation (Wow, I wish!). Unfortunately, there are always two mistakes occur: first, the amount of money written in the checkbook is too small; second, there are many who grew tired whet they queued in front of the teller, in the bank, and they walked away and forgot about the checkbook (what a pity). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thus, D2D, be patient, and let you dreams come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-6034665062375672478?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/6034665062375672478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=6034665062375672478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6034665062375672478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/6034665062375672478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/d2d-dare-to-dream.html' title='D2D = Dare to Dream'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4128537083131454025</id><published>2007-09-20T13:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:04:37.345+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Press Conference: Don’t judge me by my cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://britishexpats.com/images/stories/countries/microphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="138" alt="" src="http://britishexpats.com/images/stories/countries/microphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Forgiving is one case, but forgetting is another. It is always the case for me. I am a very forgiving person (sorry for acknowledging myself), I can easily say, “&lt;em&gt;it’s okay. I forgive you&lt;/em&gt;;” but I can’t fully accomplish the forgiving process, because I cannot complete the hardiest part – forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my forgetting supply scarce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for myself living in the limitation of forgiveness, but I always get upset when I remember certain things that happened in the past, that were caused by some people, whom accidentally I called ‘friends’. And, again, I fail to complete the forgiveness process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people judged me for being too ‘holy’ (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyhow, no one is holy but God, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). And I hate to be judged like that. They thought that I perceived them as the Gentiles and judged them for being too out-of-control. Anyway, are we now living in the ‘Paul and Barnabas’ era?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI only, I never see anyone that way. But, I think, I owe them an apology for making them felt that way. For those who feel that it is you whom I am talking about, I am sorry. I never see you as the ‘gentiles’ or the ‘bad guys’; I couldn’t get closed to you because I felt inferior. I felt there was nothing that I could do to become part of you. (it is up to you to believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue that I would like to clarify is I am not a perverted, naïve girl that wanders to flirt with any guys. I am sorry for being too kind, if it was how you perceived me. I have learned from my past experiences. I did wrong. I was, too, kind in someway, to some people and, in result, they took it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fewh, now, I think we are equal, 1 – 1. I will now stop nagging about you being cruel and stabbing my back; and please stop talking about me. Let us now walk in our own paths and stop fussing each other’s business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that my forgetting jug is empty; I just need to get this business straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please no more hatred between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4128537083131454025?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4128537083131454025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4128537083131454025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4128537083131454025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4128537083131454025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/press-conference-dont-judge-me-by-my.html' title='Press Conference: Don’t judge me by my cover'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2680075931439998175</id><published>2007-09-20T09:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:05:51.875+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love; but then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love; to be happy then is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy; therefore to be unhappy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(From the movie "Love and Death")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Conclusion: Love is so complicated!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2680075931439998175?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2680075931439998175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2680075931439998175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2680075931439998175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2680075931439998175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/todays-quote.html' title='Today&apos;s Quote'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-9075819193454251361</id><published>2007-09-17T08:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:05:43.708+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Vs Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I visited one radio station in Jakarta, the program director told me that their listeners are mostly young businessmen/business women aged 25 – 32 years old, whose motto is ‘&lt;em&gt;work hard, play hard&lt;/em&gt;.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program director added that it is essential for young people in Jakarta to have such motto, because if they don’t have balanced life, between work and play (read: having fun), they would be swallowed by the hectic lifestyle that will leave them with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, especially Indonesian, knows how terrible, yet amusing, living in Jakarta is. Work, work, and work. Traffic jam, traffic jam, and another traffic jam. Rain, flood, rain, flood. All in one. You have everything, from urban ‘till rural lifestyle; from natural disaster till skyscrapers; from jet set till homeless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not living in Jakarta (thank God), people here (Surabaya) have pretty much similar lifestyle: workaholic, shopaholic, food addict, corrupt, etc,.. you name it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I reckon, we, as Christian, should have a slightly different motto: work hard, pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, as well as Golda, have been nagging about being too tired, sometimes overloaded. Yes, I have felt that. I felt like some other people have 30 hours a day, yet I just have 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is my normal day like? Wake up early, rush to work, have lunch behind my computer, go home late, tired, quick dinner, quick bath, and then it is already 12 o’clock, go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, sad, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt so tired with that kind of lifestyle. I want to change. I want to be more relaxed. I want to have more time reading, cooking, or doing my other hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I discovered that I have passed so many quite times with God. I no longer had special time with my Creator more than 10 minutes a day. Terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded again that He, the living God, is the one and only source of my life. He is the centre of my joy, my working life, my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard, pray hard, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-9075819193454251361?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/9075819193454251361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=9075819193454251361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/9075819193454251361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/9075819193454251361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/work-vs-play.html' title='Work Vs Play'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-7694266254184817632</id><published>2007-09-14T21:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:08:30.225+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes another earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bengkulu September 2007 - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;feel sorry for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.boston.com/resize/bonzai-fba/Reuters_Photo/2007/09/13/1189658573_0420/410w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cache.boston.com/resize/bonzai-fba/Reuters_Photo/2007/09/13/1189658573_0420/410w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.boston.com/resize/bonzai-fba/Reuters_Photo/2007/09/13/1189739531_8649/410w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://cache.boston.com/resize/bonzai-fba/Reuters_Photo/2007/09/13/1189739531_8649/410w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-7694266254184817632?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/7694266254184817632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=7694266254184817632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7694266254184817632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/7694266254184817632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-goes-another-earthquake.html' title='Here goes another earthquake'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-4319531581198622119</id><published>2007-09-12T19:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:46:56.151+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My untold story, unposted letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dear Mrs X,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am very sorry that I have been avoiding you these last few days. I will assure you that I don’t hate you at all. I still care about you, but I am just speechless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Knowing that you are getting a divorced has shed my heart. I am really brokenhearted. Imagining you walking away from that door, holding your daughter’s hands and waved to your hubby, I cried a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don’t know whether I should be happy for you or be grieved, because I really am speechless. One hand, I know that you have been burdened by lots of problems in your marriage; on the other hand, I adore your family. I have learned a lot from you. I ever dreamed to have such a happy family, like yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thus, I really am brokenhearted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But, you have chosen your way. And, I cannot support what you have done, because I think it ain’t right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where is your idealism? Where is your vow to love him no matter what, for better, for worse? Where is your vow in front of God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And now you are with another guy? Should I trust you that you actually have a problem in your marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am not judging your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am just grieving, looking for someone to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am sorry, but I will still avoid you for the next couple of days, or weeks, because I really don’t know what to say or do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All the best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-4319531581198622119?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/4319531581198622119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=4319531581198622119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4319531581198622119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/4319531581198622119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-untold-story-unposted-letter.html' title='My untold story, unposted letter'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7756582.post-2393485961264161791</id><published>2007-09-10T15:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T19:10:25.677+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one should I choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Java Jazz 7-9 March 2008 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;International Artists 2008 - Wishlist&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basia, Bill Evan, Bobby Caldwell, Candy Dulfer, Chico &amp; The Gipsies, Chris Botti, Chucho Valdes, Corinne Bailey Ray, Dave Koz, David Sanborn, Ed Motta, Erykah Badu, Everette Harp with Michael Paulo Band, George Duke Band, Harvey Mason, Herbie Hancock, Ivan Lins, Jeff Kashiwa &amp;amp; Greg Karukas, Jeff Lorber, Jocelyn Brown with Bluey Maulnick (Incognito), Joe Sample &amp; Randy Crawford, Johnny Thompson Singers (Gospel), John Legend, Josh Stone, Joyce &amp;amp; Ivan Lynne, Kiki Ebsen &amp; Brian Simpson, Kirk Whalum &amp;amp; Family, Lalo Shefrin, Marcus Miller, Matt Bianco, Maysa, Najee, Noryn Aziz, Omar Sosa, Paul Jackson, Raoul Midon, Ray Parker, Richard Bona, Roberta Flack, Sara Gasrek, Step Ahead, The Manhattan Transfer, Tony Monaco, Vaughn Suponatime - Tribute to the Music of Frank Sinatra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jakarta Jazz 23 - 25 November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;International Artist - Wishlist &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matt Bianco, Gypsy King, Swing Out Sisters, Casiopea Reunion, Manhattan Transfer, Sade - Al Jarreau, Norah Jones, Chris Botti, Michael Frank, Michael Bubble, Joss Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reguler shows: Kyoto Jazz Massive, Pet Metheny, Bobby Caldwell, M-Pact, Poncho Sanchez, Mezzoforte, Incognito feat. MAYSA!!, Eldissa, SMOMA, Billy Cobham, Kyrsztof Scieranski, The New York Voices, Yellow Jackets, Drum Jungle, Akira Jimbo All Stars, T-Square, Igor Brill, Brooklyn Funk Essentials, Sheila E, Mindi Abair, Jack De Johnette, David Benoit, The Music of Marvin Gaye &amp;amp; Motown, and all-star jam featuring DJ Logic, Jason Miles, Ledisi, Greg Adams, Nick Colionne and very special guest Candy Dulfer! [tick!]The Bad Boys [Don Grusin, Bill Sharpe, Kazumi Watanabe, Tetsuro Sakurai, Masato Honda] [tick!]Soul Express-Jody Watley, Jeff Lorber, Chris Standring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7756582-2393485961264161791?l=nlimz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/feeds/2393485961264161791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7756582&amp;postID=2393485961264161791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2393485961264161791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7756582/posts/default/2393485961264161791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nlimz.blogspot.com/2007/09/which-one-should-i-choose.html' title='Which one should I choose?'/><author><name>Oma Nia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630531897163989852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2grhXTvkdVQ/SFdBOnJDLiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RH--JdugdgA/S220/06.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
