<?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-16455821</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:40:44.917+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Path of My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-115933028470970051</id><published>2006-09-27T11:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T11:11:24.716+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MAMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard the song Mama by Il Divo recently and I want to post it here as a gift for my deceased mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama thank you for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the things I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the words unsaid&lt;br /&gt;And for the timesI forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama remember all my life&lt;br /&gt;You showed me love,you sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;Think of those young and early days&lt;br /&gt;How I've changedAlong the way (along the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you believed&lt;br /&gt;And I know you had dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry it took all this time to see&lt;br /&gt;That I am where I am because of your truth&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you , I miss you Mama forgive the times you cried&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not making right&lt;br /&gt;All of the storms I may have caused&lt;br /&gt;And I've been wrong&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes (dry your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama I hope this makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're happy with my life&lt;br /&gt;At peace with every choice I made&lt;br /&gt;How I've changedAlong the way (along the way)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you believed in all of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I owe it all to you, Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-115933028470970051?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/115933028470970051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=115933028470970051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115933028470970051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115933028470970051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/09/mama-i-just-heard-song-mama-by-il-divo.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-115864072605495306</id><published>2006-09-19T11:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:38:46.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope,&lt;br /&gt;The strength, the will to keep on;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And only you&lt;br /&gt;Can bring out all the best I can do;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you turn the tide&lt;br /&gt;And make me feel real good inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pushed me up&lt;br /&gt;When I'm about to give up;&lt;br /&gt;You're on my side when no one seems to listen&lt;br /&gt;And if you go,&lt;br /&gt;You know the tears can't help but show&lt;br /&gt;You'll break this heart and tear it apart;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the madness starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your face, your lips that I miss,&lt;br /&gt;Those sweet little eyes that stare at me&lt;br /&gt;And make me say,I'm with you through all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's you&lt;br /&gt;Who fills the emptiness in me;&lt;br /&gt;It changes ev'rything, you see,&lt;br /&gt;When I know I've got you with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-115864072605495306?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/115864072605495306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=115864072605495306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115864072605495306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115864072605495306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-you-give-me-hope-strength-will-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-115864044888661030</id><published>2006-09-19T11:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:34:08.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one is my theme song on September 16, 2006 ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Might Be You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, I’ve been passing time watching trains go by&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly&lt;br /&gt;Wishing there could be&lt;br /&gt;Someone waiting home for me&lt;br /&gt;Something’s telling me it might be you all of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back as lovers go walking past all of my life&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how they met and what makes it last&lt;br /&gt;If I found the place would I recognize the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something’s telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;It’s telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;So many quiet walks to take&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams to wake&lt;br /&gt;And there’s so much love to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we’re gonna need some time&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all we need is time&lt;br /&gt;And it’s telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been saving love songs and lullabies&lt;br /&gt;And there’s so much more&lt;br /&gt;No one’s ever heard before&lt;br /&gt;Something’s telling me it might be you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s telling me it must be you&lt;br /&gt;And I’m feeling it’ll just be you all of my life&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for all of my life&lt;br /&gt;It’s you, it’s you I’ve been waiting for all of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-115864044888661030?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/115864044888661030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=115864044888661030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115864044888661030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115864044888661030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-one-is-my-theme-song-on-september.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-115494074609042996</id><published>2006-08-07T14:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:52:26.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Precious Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sings with joy for You gave me a precious moment yesterday. Never thought and dreamt it could be like that. Thank you for the hugs, thank you for giving him to me yesterday. May be that's what You meant, I don't know. I just enjoy that precious moment a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-115494074609042996?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/115494074609042996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=115494074609042996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115494074609042996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115494074609042996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/08/precious-moment-my-heart-sings-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-115321381082533652</id><published>2006-07-18T16:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T15:53:46.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BUNDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 9 years my mother passed away. I really miss the warmth of her body, her smile, and her hugs. Thank you for making me like I am now, I've grown up to be the one you taught me to. I'm very proud of you and I know that from above, you smile to me. and you know what Mom, everybody really admires you, they said that you are great. Indeed, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always touched everytime I hear the following song. It's for you Mom, I miss you a lot, love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kubuka album biru&lt;br /&gt;Penuh debu dan usang&lt;br /&gt;Kupandangi semua gambar diri&lt;br /&gt;Kecil bersih belum ternoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikirku pun melayang&lt;br /&gt;Dahulu penuh kasih&lt;br /&gt;Teringat semua cerita orang&lt;br /&gt;Tentang riwayatku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata mereka diriku selalu di manja&lt;br /&gt;Kata mereka diriku selalu di timang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada-nada yang indah&lt;br /&gt;Selalu terurai darinya&lt;br /&gt;Tangisan nakal dari bibirku&lt;br /&gt;Tak kan jadi deritanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangan halus dan suci&lt;br /&gt;Telah mengangkat tubuh ini&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa raga dan seluruh hidup&lt;br /&gt;Rela dia berikan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bunda ada dan tiada&lt;br /&gt;Dirimu kan selalu ada di dalam hatiku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-115321381082533652?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/115321381082533652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=115321381082533652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115321381082533652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115321381082533652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/07/bunda-its-been-9-years-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-115010260065031292</id><published>2006-06-12T15:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:56:40.660+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT HE SAYS: "BE PATIENT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to God, "I'm so tired, I can't go on anymore." And He said, "BE PATIENT"&lt;br /&gt;Another day, I said to God, "It's too painfull, I can't go on anymore, I can't take it any longer, I don't know what to do, just ease my pain." What He said, "BE PATIENT, I will give you My strength, don't worry you can go through that."&lt;br /&gt;When I weep because it's too painfull, He said "It's OK, I know and I understand how you feel because I feel it, too. I am with you always and I'm hugging you right now. Don't worry, everything will be just fine. I never leave you because you are so precious to Me."&lt;br /&gt;He always by my side, always supports me and give me new strength so I can go on. Day by day passed by and it's been 1 month I can go through that, the one I used to think that I couldn't do it. It's really a miracle to me. He spoke through my friends and other people I met. I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I said to Him, "Thank you for never give up on me, thank you for being my best friend, thank you for never leave me alone."&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I said to Him, "I think I found the one, but I'm not so sure, it seems like impossible. What should I do?" And once again, He said to me, "BE PATIENT. Let Me work on it. I give him to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-115010260065031292?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/115010260065031292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=115010260065031292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115010260065031292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/115010260065031292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-he-says-be-patient-one-day-i-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-114068288125541383</id><published>2006-02-23T15:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:21:21.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God's Sense of Humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's indeed have a very strong sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;I've been avoiding and rejecting to listen to the song of My Heart Will Go on and Endless Love as they remind me of something I don't want to remember as it's so painfull. Then, after 8 years of avoiding them, I was "forced" to hear My Heart Will Go On twice.&lt;br /&gt;First, it's on a mass celebration last Saturday (Feb. 18) and it made almost cry. Secondly, I heard it in radio this Tuesday (Feb. 21) which was exactly 8 years since I last heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's kind of reminder that I have to let them go, free myself from this kind of circle and not mourning all the time any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to open my heart for the new one and let things happen naturally, let them flow. I know I can handle it with HIm by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-114068288125541383?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/114068288125541383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=114068288125541383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/114068288125541383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/114068288125541383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/02/gods-sense-of-humor-gods-indeed-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-113937126134844427</id><published>2006-02-08T10:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:01:01.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I say a little pray for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Before I put on my makeup&lt;br /&gt;I say a little pray for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While combing my hair now,&lt;br /&gt;And wondering what dress to wear now,&lt;br /&gt;I say a little prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and I will love you&lt;br /&gt;Forever, and ever, we never will part&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love you&lt;br /&gt;Together, forever, that's how it must be&lt;br /&gt;To live without you&lt;br /&gt;Would only meen heartbreak for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run for the bus, dear,&lt;br /&gt;While riding I think of us, dear,&lt;br /&gt;I say a little prayer for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work I just take time&lt;br /&gt;And all through my coffee break-time,&lt;br /&gt;I say a little prayer for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and I will love you&lt;br /&gt;Forever, and ever we never will part&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;Together, forever, that's how it must be&lt;br /&gt;To live without you&lt;br /&gt;Would only mean heartbreak for me.&lt;br /&gt;I say a little prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;I say a little prayer for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling believe me,&lt;br /&gt;For me there is no one but you!&lt;br /&gt;Please love me too (answer my pray)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in love with you (answer my pray)&lt;br /&gt;Answer my prayer now babe (answer my pray)&lt;br /&gt;Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and I will love you&lt;br /&gt;Forever, and ever we never will part&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;Together, forever, that's how it must be&lt;br /&gt;To live without you&lt;br /&gt;Would only mean heartbreak for me (oooooooooh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-113937126134844427?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/113937126134844427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=113937126134844427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/113937126134844427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/113937126134844427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-say-little-pray-for-you-moment-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-113929932968647503</id><published>2006-02-07T14:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:02:09.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Loving You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is easy&lt;br /&gt;’Cause you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Making love with you&lt;br /&gt;Is all I wanna to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is more than&lt;br /&gt;Just a dream comes ture&lt;br /&gt;’Cause everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Is out of loving you&lt;br /&gt;La la la.....&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can make me feel&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you bring&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me while we grow old&lt;br /&gt;And we will live each day in springtimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause loving you&lt;br /&gt;Has made my life so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;(Is easy cause you’re beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Is filled with loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you I see your soul&lt;br /&gt;Come shining thru&lt;br /&gt;Every time that we oh....&lt;br /&gt;I’m more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;La la la.....&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else can make me feel&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you bring&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me while we grow old&lt;br /&gt;And we will live each day in springtimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause loving you&lt;br /&gt;Has made my life so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;(Is easy cause you’re beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;Every day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Is filled with loving you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you I see your soul&lt;br /&gt;Come shining true&lt;br /&gt;Every time that we oh....&lt;br /&gt;I’m more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;La la la.....&lt;br /&gt;Doo doo doo......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-113929932968647503?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/113929932968647503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=113929932968647503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/113929932968647503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/113929932968647503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/02/loving-you-loving-you-is-easy-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-113929821793357289</id><published>2006-02-07T14:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:51:24.073+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wishing On A Star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing on a star&lt;br /&gt;To find out where you are&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing on a dream&lt;br /&gt;To find out what it means&lt;br /&gt;And I wish on all the rainbows that I see&lt;br /&gt;I wish on all the people who really dream&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wishing on tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Praying it will come&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wishing on the love, the things we never done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wishin' on a star&lt;br /&gt;To find out where you are&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wishing on a dream.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-113929821793357289?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/113929821793357289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=113929821793357289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/113929821793357289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/113929821793357289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/02/wishing-on-star-im-wishing-on-star-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-113679969492019876</id><published>2006-01-09T16:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:41:35.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's  a New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR all, may we get what we dreams of in this new year.&lt;br /&gt;During the change of year, my cousin sent me an sms said "Happy New Year! It's your choice". Hmm what a message then I thought, it has a deep meaning. Being happy, being sad, being depressed, being optimist, etc is our choice. However, as we are still human, of course it's not  an easy thing to change what we feel from depress to optimist when things are going so unfortunate to us, espeially to me. It's really a difficult things to do, to keep my mind in poitive thinking instead of negative, mostly because of my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lots of people have some resolutions in this new year. Then, I'm thinking, what's mine? Hmmm here're are the list I can think about:&lt;br /&gt;1. For certain, it is to let someone's go, to free my self from this kind of bonds. Frankly speaking, it's a hard thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;2. Loose weight of course ^_^&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn to accept my self the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn to count my blessing each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Hmm I can't think about it now. I'll add some when I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-113679969492019876?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/113679969492019876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=113679969492019876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/113679969492019876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/113679969492019876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-new-year-happy-new-year-all-may-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-112806100730626595</id><published>2005-09-30T13:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:22:04.306+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bunga Berduri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra masuk ke dalam toko bunga dengan langkah berat. Ia sedang mengalami hal berat dalam kehidupannya. Ketika ia sedang hamil empat bulan pada kehamilannya yang kedua, sebuah kecelakaan mobil merengut nyawa janinnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada minggu "Thanksgiving" ini, ia mungkin akan melahirkan seorang putra jika kecelakaan itu tidak terjadi. Ia sangat sedih, benar-benar terpukul atas kejadian itu. Tetapi sepertinya, kejadian itu belum cukup, perusahaan di mana tempat suaminya bekerja, menugaskan suaminya untuk bekerja di bagian cabang. Kemudian, adik perempuannya, yang ketika masa liburan tiba selalu mengunjunginya, menghubunginya karena ia tidak dapat berkunjung pada liburan kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian teman Sandra menasehati Sandra dengan mengatakan bahwa segala kedukaan yang ia alami adalah jalan Tuhan untuk mendewasakannya sehingga ia dapat bersikap lebih tenggang rasa terhadap penderitaan orang lain. "Ia tidak tahu apa yang aku rasakan," pikir Sandra dengan lirih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving? Berterima kasih untuk apa? pikirnya. Untuk supir truk yang ceroboh, yang menyerempet mobilnya dengan sangat keras? Untuk kantong udara penyelamat mobil yang menyelamatkan hidupnya, tetapi mengambil hidup bayinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Selamat siang, bisa saya bantu?" secara tiba-tiba ia berhenti dari lamunannya.&lt;br /&gt;"Aku... aku membutuhkan persiapan untuk thanksgiving," jawab Sandra dengan gagap.&lt;br /&gt;"Untuk Thanksgiving? Apakah kamu ingin suatu hal yang indah, tetapi sederhana, ataukah kamu ingin menghadirkan situasi yang berbeda seperti pilihan pelanggan di sini, yang kusebut sebagai 'Thanksgiving istimewa?' tanya penjaga toko.&lt;br /&gt;"Aku yakin bunga-bunga itu menceritakan sesuatu dalam kehidupanmu," lanjutnya. "Apakah kamu mencari sesuatu yang bisa menyampaikan rasa terima kasihmu pada hari Thanksgiving ini?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak juga!" celetuk Sandra. "Dalam lima bulan terakhir ini, semuanya yang bisa menjadi buruk benar-benar menjadi buruk."&lt;br /&gt;Sandra menyesali ucapannya tadi, dan sangat terkejut ketika penjaga toko itu berkata, "Aku telah mempersiapkan sesuatu untukmu di hari Thanksgiving ini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat itu, bel pintu toko berbunyi, dan penjaga toko menyalami seorang pelanggan yang baru saja masuk. "Hai, Barbara... tunggu sebentar yah, aku ambilkan pesananmu." Penjaga toko itu masuk ke dalam, menuju ruang kerjanya, kemudian muncul kembali sambil membawa berbagai macam persiapan untuk Thanksgiving, seperti tanaman hijau, pita-pita, dan tangkai bunga mawar duri yang panjang. Anehnya, hanya tangkainya saja, tidak ada bunganya.&lt;br /&gt;"Mau dimasukkan ke dalam kotak?" tanya penjaga toko.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra mengamati reaksi pelanggan itu. Apakah ini hanya lelucon? Siapa yang mau tangkai mawar tanpa bunganya! Ia menunggu seseorang tertawa, tetapi wanita itu tidak tertawa.&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, Tolong yah," jawab Barbara dengan tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;"Aku kira setelah tiga tahun mengalami Thanksgiving yang istimewa, aku tidak akan tersentuh dengan nilai dari Thanksgiving ini, tetapi aku bisa merasakannya di sini," ia berkata sambil menyentuh dadanya. Dan ia pergi dengan pesanannya.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh," gumam Sandra, "wanita itu telah pergi dengan, uh... ia telah pergi tanpa bunga!"&lt;br /&gt;"Baiklah," kata penjaga toko, "Aku akan memotong bunga itu. Itulah Thanksgiving istimewa. Aku menyebutnya sebagai 'Karangan Bunga Berduri Thanksgiving'."&lt;br /&gt;"Ayolah, kau tidak bisa menyebutkan siapa yang bersedia membayar untuk tangkai bunga seperti itu!" seru Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;"Barbara datang ke toko ini tiga tahun yang lalu dengan perasaan sama seperti yang kau alami sekarang ini," si penjaga toko menjelaskan. "Ia berpikir tidak perlu banyak berterima kasih kepada Tuhan. Ia telah kehilangan ayahnya karena penyakit kanker, bisnis keluarganya juga sedang buruk, putranya terlibat dalam masalah obat-obatan, dan ia tengah menghadapi operasi pembedahan yang sangat serius."&lt;br /&gt;"Pada tahun yang sama, aku kehilangan suamiku," lanjut si penjaga toko, "dan untuk pertama kalinya dalam kehidupanku, aku menghabiskan liburan sendirian. Aku tidak memiliki anak, suami, kerabat dekat, dan memiliki banyak utang."&lt;br /&gt;"Jadi apa yang kau lakukan?" tanya Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aku belajar untuk berterima kasih atas segala penderitaanku," jawab penjaga toko itu dengan pelan. "Dulu aku selalu bersyukur kepada TUHAN atas segala hal yang baik dalam kehidupanku dan tidak pernah mempertanyakan mengapa hal yang terbaik terjadi kepadaku. Tetapi, ketika hal yang buruk menimpaku, aku mempertanyakan berbagai pertanyaan kepada TUHAN, aku menyalahkan TUHAN, aku marah kepada TUHAN! Aku membutuhkan waktu lama untuk mengerti dan mempelajari bahwa saat-saat sulit dan menderita sangatlah penting. Saat kitan menderita itulah, kita memperoleh kekuatan. Aku selalu terlena dengan 'bunga' kehidupanku, tetapi ternyata duri kehidupankulah yang memperlihatkan kepadaku keindahan dari kerahiman TUHAN. Kau tahu, dalam alkitab tertulis bahwa Tuhan selalu menghibur kita ketika kita menderita, TUHAN memberikan kepada kita kekuatan, dan dari penghiburan-NYA lah kita belajar untuk menghibur orang lain."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sandra mulai berpikir tentang perkataan temannya yang mencoba untuk memberitahukan kepadanya. "Aku rasa yang benar adalah aku tidak perlu dihibur. Aku telah kehilangan bayiku dan aku marah terhadap TUHAN."&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat itu juga seseorang masuk ke dalam toko. "Hey, Phil!" teriak penjaga toko kepada seorang pria botak bertubuh gemuk.&lt;br /&gt;"Istriku memintaku untuk mengambil pesanan Thanksgiving istimewa... dua belas tangkai duri!" canda Phil ketika si penjaga toko menyerahkan sebuah bungkusan persiapan Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;"Semuanya itu adalah untuk istrimu?" tanya Sandra ragu. "Apakah kau keberatan jika aku bertanya mengapa ia menginginkan sesuatu seperti itu pada hari Thanksgiving?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak... bahkan aku sangat senang kau bertanya," jawab Phil. "Empat tahun lalu, aku dan istriku hampir bercerai. Setelah empat puluh tahun, kami berada dalam keadaan yang kacau, tetapi dengan kasih TUHAN dan bimbingan-NYA, kami berhasil mengatasi masalah demi masalah. TUHAN telah menyelamatkan pernikahan kami. Jenny di sinilah (sang penjaga toko) yang mengatakan kepadaku bahwa ia menyimpan vas bunga yang berisikan tangkai bunga mawar untuk mengingatkan kepadanya apa yang ia pelajari dari saat-saat 'berduri' dalam kehidupannya, dan itu sangatlah menjelaskanku. Aku membawa beberapa tangkai bunga mawar ke rumah. Lalu aku dan istriku memutuskan untuk menamai setiap tangkai bunga dengan masalah yang kami hadapi, kami berusaha untuk mengerti maksud dari masalah itu, dan ternyata duri-duri yang kami alami itu benar-benar memberikan kekuatan kepada kami, kami berterima kasih kepada TUHAN atas pelajaran dari masalah itu."&lt;br /&gt;Setelah Phil membayar penjaga toko itu, ia berkata kepada Sandra, "Aku sangat menyarankan agar kau mengambil yang 'istimewa' "&lt;br /&gt;"Aku tidak mengetahui apakah aku bisa bersyukur atas duri kehidupanku,"&lt;br /&gt;kata Sandra. "Semua duri itu masih sangatlah.... baru."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baiklah," jawab penjaga toko itu dengan hati-hati, &lt;strong&gt;"pengalamanku telah menunjukkan kepadaku bahwa duri dalam kehidupan kita telah membuat bunga-bunga kehidupan kita lebih berharga. Kita menyimpan anugerah TUHAN lebih baik selama kita berada dalam masalah dibandingkan dengan saat-saat lain. Ingat, karena mahkota duri yang Yesus kenakanlah sehingga kita dapat mengalami kasih-NYA. Jangan menyesali duri-duri kehidupanmu. Duri-duri kehidupanmu itulah yang membentukmu dan memberimu kekuatan."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Air mata mengalir deras di pipi Sandra. Untuk pertama kalinya sejak kecelakaan itu, ia menghilangkan duka dan penyesalannya. "Aku akan mengambil dua belas tangkai bunga berduri, tolong yah...." ia berkata sambil terisak-isak.&lt;br /&gt;"Baiklah, aku akan menyiapkan mereka dalam beberapa menit," jawab penjaga toko itu dengan ramah.&lt;br /&gt;"Terima kasih. Berapa semua biayanya?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak ada. Tidak ada, yang ada hanya suatu janji bahwa kau akan mengijinkan TUHAN untuk menyembuhkan hatimu. Biarkan aku membelikanmu barang persiapan untuk Thanksgiving tahun pertamamu." penjaga toko itu tersenyum dan menyerahkan sebuah kartu kepada Sandra. "Aku selipkan kartu ini dalam barang-barang persiapan Thanksgiving, tetapi mungkin kau ingin membacanya terlebih dahulu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam kartu itu tertulis :&lt;br /&gt;"TUHAN-ku, aku belum pernah bersyukur kepada-MU untuk semua duriku. Aku berterima kasih kepada-MU atas segala bunga kehidupan yang kuterima, tetapi belum pernah sekalipun aku berterima kasih untuk penderitaanku.&lt;br /&gt;Ajarilah aku untuk menanggung beban salibku dengan tabah, ajarilah aku untuk menghargai nilai yang terkandung dari setiap penderitaan atau duri yang kuhadapi.&lt;br /&gt;Tunjukkanlah kepadaku, bahwa lewat jalan yang sulit, menderita, dan jalan yang penuh dengan kerikil, setiap hari aku semakin bertambah dekat dengan-MU.&lt;br /&gt;Tunjukkanlah kepadaku, ya TUHAN, lewat air mataku, warna pelangi-Mu yang sangat indah."&lt;br /&gt;Pujilah nama-NYA untuk segala bunga kehidupanmu, berterima kasihlah kepada-NYA untuk semua duri yang kau peroleh! (SA)&lt;br /&gt;GOD Bless Us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-112806100730626595?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/112806100730626595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=112806100730626595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/112806100730626595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/112806100730626595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2005/09/bunga-berduri-sandra-masuk-ke-dalam.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-112781519358347809</id><published>2005-09-27T16:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T15:36:02.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4617/1562/1600/home_laguna05b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4617/1562/320/home_laguna05b.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I learnt.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that even though for some people I'm nothing but I'm very precious for my parents and God.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that there's no "happily ever after"&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that no matter what I've been through I still can continue my life with Him as my strength.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that being alive is something I should be gratefull for.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that everything happened for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that no matter what happened, don't loose your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that what I want is not always the best thing for me, therefore sometimes God says no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-112781519358347809?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/112781519358347809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=112781519358347809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/112781519358347809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/112781519358347809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-learnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16455821.post-112712324007141505</id><published>2005-09-19T14:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T16:41:32.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4617/1562/1600/fh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4617/1562/1600/fh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 548px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4617/1562/320/fh1.jpg" width="427" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished watching "Full House", a Korean serial drama and I really love it. Actually my friend already gave it to me since a few months ago but I was not in the mood to watch it though she said that it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite scene is in the last episode, when Young Jae and Ji Eun hang out together and suddenly Young Jae gave a rose to his wife, sooo sweet ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;However, loving someone is not an easy thing. Even though we do own our own heart, our own feeling, but sometimes we can't control it when it goes to a thing called "love". Sometimes, we don't realize that loving someone doesn't mean we have to loose ourselves. Loving someone, doesn't mean that we have to sacrifice all the time just to make the person we love happy. It's not the real love, because no matter how we love that person, still we have to appreciate ourselves. That's what I learnt from this film and also from what I've been through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16455821-112712324007141505?l=kembanggoela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/feeds/112712324007141505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16455821&amp;postID=112712324007141505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/112712324007141505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16455821/posts/default/112712324007141505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kembanggoela.blogspot.com/2005/09/full-house-ive-just-finished-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10365652721227169011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
