<?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-583942177947930074</id><updated>2011-09-03T13:49:10.651+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nita's Room</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-5755303266619396433</id><published>2008-12-20T20:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:40:43.027+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be A Good Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;* People are often unreasonable and self-centered...  Forgive them anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;* If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives...  Be kind anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you are honest, people may cheat you...  Be honest anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you find happiness, people may be jealous...  Be happy anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow...  Do good anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough...  Give your best anyway   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;For you see, in the end, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway&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/583942177947930074-5755303266619396433?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5755303266619396433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=5755303266619396433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/5755303266619396433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/5755303266619396433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2008/12/anyway.html' title='Be A Good Person'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-7857051197737685287</id><published>2008-12-17T22:31:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:43:09.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is an opportunity, benefit from it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is beauty, admire it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a dream, realize it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a challenge, meet it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a duty, complete it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a game, play it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a promise, fulfill it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is sorrow, overcome it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a song, sing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a struggle, accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is a tragedy, confront it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is an adventure, dare it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is luck, make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is too precious, do not destroy it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is life, fight for it&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/583942177947930074-7857051197737685287?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7857051197737685287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=7857051197737685287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7857051197737685287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7857051197737685287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is.html' title='Life Is...'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-2268031489223850212</id><published>2008-04-09T11:16:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:46:30.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Why people are mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;According to Martha Beck, because they're hurt. They were crushed. Maybe their parents or their lovers made them really hurt. And they're still afraid the pain will never stop or that it will happen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;The fact is that we've all been hurt, and we're all wounded, but not all of us are mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;And I think mean people end up ugly their whole lives (^_^)v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SBHpYqxyftI/AAAAAAAABSM/pf8cletuhuY/s1600-h/Mean+People.GIF" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SBHpYqxyftI/AAAAAAAABSM/pf8cletuhuY/s320/Mean+People.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193188455344144082" 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/583942177947930074-2268031489223850212?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2268031489223850212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=2268031489223850212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2268031489223850212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2268031489223850212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2008/04/mean-people.html' title='Mean People'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SBHpYqxyftI/AAAAAAAABSM/pf8cletuhuY/s72-c/Mean+People.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-7111316824488063549</id><published>2008-03-27T12:11:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:49:08.752+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kehilanganku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jalan setapak semakin panjang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lapang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tak berujung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanya daun-daun berjatuhan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rumput tak bergerak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Burungpun berhenti bernyanyi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suara angin terdengar pelan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seiring dengan hilangnya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satu sosok yang kupuja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dalam hati...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dalam jiwa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saat semua airmata jatuh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saat semua senyum menghilang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saat semua cerita usai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku berkata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Selamat jalan, Bapakku tersayang..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ditulis oleh Catra Anantya Paramita --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pada 7 hari wafatnya Bapak kami :(&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/583942177947930074-7111316824488063549?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-8292836817889176050</id><published>2008-02-21T11:50:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:50:55.561+07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A Lot To Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I've              learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life              does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned              that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles              these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas              tree lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that regardless of your              relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone              from your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that 'making a living' is not the              same thing as 'making a life'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that life sometimes              gives you a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't              go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be              able to throw some things back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that whenever              I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right              decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that even when I have pains, I              don't have to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that every day you              should reach out and touch someone.  People love a warm hug, or              just a friendly pat on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that I still              have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've learned that people              will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but              people will never forget how you made them feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Maya Angelou)&lt;/span&gt;&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/583942177947930074-8292836817889176050?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8292836817889176050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=8292836817889176050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8292836817889176050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8292836817889176050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-lot-to-learn.html' title='There&apos;s A Lot To Learn'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-1695248500316620231</id><published>2008-01-11T13:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:51:36.872+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Liar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Lie is something meant to deceive or give a wrong impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lie is to present false information with the intention of deceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes people lie to get what they want, or for their own sake. Or when they know they couldn't get something or someone they like, they will tell lies to other people so that other people can't have it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;What a shame. They don't think the consequences what if people find out that they already tell a lie. What do they think about that? How can people trust them anymore? Maybe people will see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am a liar"&lt;/span&gt; written on their forehead. That would be funny, actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/R4xXUbGk7HI/AAAAAAAABGA/63bJSXttJq8/s1600-h/Flower+smile.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/R4xXUbGk7HI/AAAAAAAABGA/63bJSXttJq8/s200/Flower+smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155591681816718450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/583942177947930074-1695248500316620231?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1695248500316620231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=1695248500316620231&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/1695248500316620231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/1695248500316620231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-liar.html' title='I Am A Liar'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/R4xXUbGk7HI/AAAAAAAABGA/63bJSXttJq8/s72-c/Flower+smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-4015552014953647215</id><published>2008-01-03T00:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:53:32.767+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman and A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; When a woman is quiet ... millions of things are running in her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; is not arguing ... she is thinking deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; looks at you with eyes full of questions ... she is wondering how long you will be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; answers "I'm fine" after a few seconds ... she is not at all fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; stares at you ... she is wondering why you are lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; lays on your chest ... she is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; wants to see you everyday... she wants to be pampered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; says "I love you" ... she means it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;When a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; says "I miss you" ... no one in this world can miss you more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Life only comes around once. Make sure you spend it with the right person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Find a man who calls you beautiful instead of hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Who calls you back when you hang up on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Wait for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt; who kisses your forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Who turns to his friends and says, "That's her!!"&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/583942177947930074-4015552014953647215?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4015552014953647215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=4015552014953647215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/4015552014953647215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/4015552014953647215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2008/01/woman-and-man.html' title='A Woman and A Man'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-2413459792289060454</id><published>2007-11-10T21:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:54:04.487+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titik Hitam Di Lembar Putih</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;..............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sejauh ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belum banyak kata-kata yang diucapkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belum banyak perasaan yang ditunjukkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tapi malam ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Begitu banyak kata-kata yang dilontarkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Begitu banyak emosi yang dikeluarkan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Akankah semua dapat kembali,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Seperti sediakala?&lt;/div&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/583942177947930074-2413459792289060454?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2413459792289060454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=2413459792289060454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2413459792289060454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2413459792289060454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='Titik Hitam Di Lembar Putih'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-881750984906153655</id><published>2007-10-16T15:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:59:18.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I just want to tell you that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you cos you are so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you cos you are very smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you cos you always make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you cos I'm happy when I'm around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you when you stroke my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love to see you working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you cos I can speak my mind freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you when you tell me funny stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you cos you always share with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you cos you always show that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you cos you always understand me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love you cos you accept me for who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hate you cos sometimes you not telling me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hate you cos sometimes you hide something for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hate you cos you are too nice (hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hate your lingroib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hate when you sleep while we watch movie (oops I hope I not make you bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hate when you tickle me and wont stop (kyaaa...!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hate when we fight and you scold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I hate for this uncertain thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Thanks so much for everything and to have you in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RxR-JTvt7II/AAAAAAAAA9A/w3TTr2sEKfA/s1600-h/Flower+smile.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RxR-JTvt7II/AAAAAAAAA9A/w3TTr2sEKfA/s200/Flower+smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121857374611434626" border="0" /&gt;&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/583942177947930074-881750984906153655?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/881750984906153655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=881750984906153655&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/881750984906153655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/881750984906153655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-3-u-poy.html' title='For Him'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RxR-JTvt7II/AAAAAAAAA9A/w3TTr2sEKfA/s72-c/Flower+smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-4453483389009608729</id><published>2007-09-22T01:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:00:38.990+07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Sides</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Some people say there are 2 sides to every story. But for me there are three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Their side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Your side, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/583942177947930074-4453483389009608729?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4453483389009608729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=4453483389009608729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/4453483389009608729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/4453483389009608729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-sides.html' title='3 Sides'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-7400803118465526528</id><published>2007-08-03T23:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:03:48.045+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrU6eBB-zZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Kwc4nsl0NP4/s1600-h/hAppY.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 209px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrU6eBB-zZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Kwc4nsl0NP4/s320/hAppY.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095042840786816402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Happiness is a consistent, moderate state of satisfaction or joy. True happiness with yourself and your life comes from having a strong, balanced, consistently positive approach to yourself and your world. If a person doesn't feel an overall sense of happiness with life, there must be something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;If happiness is a skill set, then you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;learn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt; to be happier. Some people seem to be born happy. Or perhaps these "happier" people have simply already learned these happiness skills through their interactions, through reading, or by having a keen perception into human nature. Their happiness is something you can learn from and achieve for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even happy people have down days. It's unrealistic to expect permanent, nonstop happiness. Such a thing doesn't exist in reality. However, you can learn to be more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; with your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; in yourself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; for what you have, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; to your personal growth, full of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; and good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. You can also learn to develop positive, supportive relationships with the people around you. In fact, by focusing yourself steadfastly on these seven areas, you can quite readily achieve them. Just remember that by enjoying yourself on your path to greater happiness, you're already a good way to achieving what you desire.&lt;/span&gt;&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/583942177947930074-7400803118465526528?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7400803118465526528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=7400803118465526528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7400803118465526528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7400803118465526528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/08/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness Is...'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrU6eBB-zZI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Kwc4nsl0NP4/s72-c/hAppY.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-1602906643020338504</id><published>2007-07-30T21:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:08:05.324+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dua Sisi Cinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;CINTA... hanyalah lima buah huruf tak berbentuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tapi dia bisa membuatmu bahagia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia bisa membuatmu berbunga-bunga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia bisa membuatmu selalu tersenyum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia bisa membuatmu bersemangat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia bisa membuatmu terbang melayang-layang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia bisa membuat hari-harimu indah penuh warna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tapi dia juga bisa membuatmu sedih,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia juga bisa membuatmu marah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia juga bisa membuatmu kecewa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia juga bisa membuatmu penuh curiga,&lt;br /&gt;Dia juga bisa membuatmu gila,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dia juga bisa membuatmu menangis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;CINTA... bahkan diapun punya sisi baik dan sisi buruk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jagalah cintamu yang sudah ada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Peliharalah cintamu yang sudah kau punya.&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/583942177947930074-1602906643020338504?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1602906643020338504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=1602906643020338504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/1602906643020338504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/1602906643020338504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/dua-sisi-cinta.html' title='Dua Sisi Cinta'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-8735461239356938200</id><published>2007-07-14T09:28:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:17:27.469+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;too short&lt;/span&gt; to wake up in the morning with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the people who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;treat&lt;/span&gt; you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget&lt;/span&gt; about the ones who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that everything happens for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you get a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;If it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changes&lt;/span&gt; your life, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nobody said that it would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They just promised it would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/583942177947930074-8735461239356938200?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8735461239356938200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=8735461239356938200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8735461239356938200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8735461239356938200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-too-short-to-wake-up-in-morning.html' title='Positive Thinking'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-950536420923842213</id><published>2007-07-11T08:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:10:11.861+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Much Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You will break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You will fight with your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You will blame a new love for things an old one did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You will cry because time is passing too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you will eventually lose someone you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So take too many pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Laugh too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And love like you've never been hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because every 60 seconds you spend upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is a minute of happiness you'll never get back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I hope today is bright, no cloudy, no rain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Nits&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Hope so. Life goes on, and I have to move on."&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/583942177947930074-950536420923842213?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/950536420923842213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=950536420923842213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/950536420923842213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/950536420923842213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/v.html' title='Feel Much Better'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-7136053643614105738</id><published>2007-07-10T23:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:10:41.859+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want A Guy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would move the hair away from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would hold my hand and make all the girls jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would sing to me at random moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would let me sleep on his chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would get mad if someone called me with bad names or was mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would call me if he went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would listen to my story, and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would laugh at me when I acted dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would make fun of me just to make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And then kiss me a million times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would give me big bear hugs all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would tell his friends about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would never be afraid to say "I Love You" in front of his friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would argue about silly things then make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would spend time with me on weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would watch movies together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would just sit together and read book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would tell me I'm beautiful but not too often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would make me laugh like no one else could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would be honest and share everything with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But mostly, I want someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who would always be my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And would never break my 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/583942177947930074-7136053643614105738?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7136053643614105738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=7136053643614105738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7136053643614105738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7136053643614105738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-guy.html' title='I Want A Guy...'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-5919202171581044601</id><published>2007-07-04T21:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:14:38.722+07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Love Someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tell her how you admire her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When she's upset, hold her tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pick her over all of the other girls you hang out with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hold her hand, let her fall asleep in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Get her mad at you, then kiss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Look into her eyes, smile, and kiss on her forehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tell her she looks beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When she's sad, stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dance with her even if there's no music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sing to her no matter how awful you sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Play with her hair, tell her jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And when you fall in love with her... tell her you love her at all times&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/583942177947930074-5919202171581044601?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5919202171581044601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=5919202171581044601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/5919202171581044601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/5919202171581044601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-you-love-someone.html' title='If You Love Someone...'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-8326122684543106931</id><published>2007-06-30T10:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:15:19.584+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknick's True Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/standard/cat_files.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;What's Your Cat's True Identity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h1&gt;                &lt;/h1&gt;       &lt;p&gt;                        &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Former Incarnation&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;!--EMODE_SCORE--&gt;&lt;span&gt;Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/EMODE_SCORE--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/tests/cat_files/pooh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; " class="emode"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliases&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span&gt;Snooky, Poohsticks, Woozel, Droopy, Munchie, Snugglebuns, Shoo-shoo, Furball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Description&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;: &lt;span&gt;Subject can be identified by its vulnerable and cuddly nature. Subject can generally be found on a lap or in any location that promises snuggling and adoration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it cannot find a human heating pad to sleep on, it can be spotted sprawled out in awarm, sunny spot. Subject can be needy and demanding. Subject is a member of the new twelve step program, Codependent Cats (CC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;It is loyal and will most likely add a light layer of fur to all of your clothes. Has a knack for knitting, kneading, and baking blueberry pies. Meows frequently and happily, and may be caught singing silly songs to itself. Prefers light reading and children's books. Dreams of moving to an amusement park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RoXROkmv6OI/AAAAAAAAATM/c-Z9mGwMHag/s1600-h/0111_195332.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RoXROkmv6OI/AAAAAAAAATM/c-Z9mGwMHag/s200/0111_195332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081697802832046306" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RoXROkmv6OI/AAAAAAAAATM/c-Z9mGwMHag/s1600-h/0111_195332.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nicku so cute :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/583942177947930074-8326122684543106931?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8326122684543106931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=8326122684543106931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8326122684543106931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8326122684543106931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/06/nicknicks-true-identity.html' title='Nicknick&apos;s True Identity'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RoXROkmv6OI/AAAAAAAAATM/c-Z9mGwMHag/s72-c/0111_195332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-1775606893682489409</id><published>2007-06-23T12:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:16:38.139+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Diary, let me tell you 'bout my story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know it's rather sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But that's the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Diary, I don't know if this is right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Started thinking of leaving him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I'm afraid it might hurt him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All I want is for everything in the right place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And everyone is happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is it too much to ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Diary, strong is not exactly the right word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Started thinking of leaving him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I'm afraid it might hurt him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All I want is for everything in the right place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So everyone is happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is that too much to ask for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Diary, strong is not exactly the right word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know what to do now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Confusion is all over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- I knew someday I'm going to lose you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVHeBB-zjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Fn1A-5Sylbg/s1600-h/Flower+sad.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVHeBB-zjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Fn1A-5Sylbg/s200/Flower+sad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095057134437977650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/583942177947930074-1775606893682489409?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/1775606893682489409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=1775606893682489409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/1775606893682489409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/1775606893682489409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVHeBB-zjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Fn1A-5Sylbg/s72-c/Flower+sad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-6485903912963952372</id><published>2007-06-04T23:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:19:00.350+07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Is Like Moung Pichaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.plumeria888.com/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RmQ98EA94AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fFJFuW4nNtQ/s200/Moung+Pichaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072247182405263362" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Full of ideas, and knowing where you wanna go in life.... Yet delicate in not wanting to be forceful. Want man to know and pick you on his own without doing the things the other girls do to get attention."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;That is what he thinks about her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVH2RB-zkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/gHGW1ZYLUxA/s1600-h/Flower+smile.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVH2RB-zkI/AAAAAAAAAdc/gHGW1ZYLUxA/s200/Flower+smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095057551049805378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;* The pic was taken from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.plumeria888.com/index.php?topgroupid=1&amp;amp;subgroupid=7&amp;amp;groupid=16"&gt;&lt;span&gt;plumeria888&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/583942177947930074-6485903912963952372?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6485903912963952372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=6485903912963952372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/6485903912963952372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/6485903912963952372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/06/she-is-like-pichaya.html' title='She Is Like Moung Pichaya'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RmQ98EA94AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fFJFuW4nNtQ/s72-c/Moung+Pichaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-6532142781036838730</id><published>2007-04-19T01:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:19:50.955+07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;You are my friend, and you bring me another friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And here we are, a group of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Our circle of friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;We've met so many people in our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Even the strangers in your neighborhood,&lt;br /&gt;Or the strangers in other part of the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They all can be your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But they will leave you for a short time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And only very few will stay close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Someone who always be there for you when you have ups and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Someone who always listen to your problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Someone who always honest and tell the truth, even if it's bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Someone who always willing to give, not only take&lt;br /&gt;Someone who always back you up and never let you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Someone who is not taking advantage of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good friend is worth more than a dozen others&lt;br /&gt;Don't be the only one who doesn't know what's happening&lt;br /&gt;Just because you would not take the time to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends will always stay in your heart forever&lt;br /&gt;Then which one is more important, the quantity or quality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;~~* I dedicate this to my very best friend, P *~~&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/583942177947930074-6532142781036838730?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6532142781036838730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=6532142781036838730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/6532142781036838730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/6532142781036838730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/04/true-friends.html' title='True Friends'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-7611125880196272982</id><published>2007-04-06T00:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:22:25.061+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Kamu datang, aku menghampiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tapi kamu seperti hilang ditelan bumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Membuatku kacau, galau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dan kosong didalam sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kalau saja kamu tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Aku terus selalu disini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~*Welcome to Jkt, Naruto chan*~~&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/583942177947930074-7611125880196272982?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7611125880196272982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=7611125880196272982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7611125880196272982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7611125880196272982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/04/empty-inside.html' title='Empty Inside'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-594074352963566200</id><published>2007-02-22T23:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:22:54.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because no one has been fortunate enough to realize what a gold mine you are, doesn't mean you shine any less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because no one has been smart enough to figure out that you can't be topped, doesn't stop you from being the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because no one has come along to share your life, doesn't mean that day isn't coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because no one has made this race worthwhile, doesn't give you permission to stop running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because no one has realized how much of an awesome woman you are, doesn't mean they can affect your femininity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because no one has come to take the loneliness away, doesn't mean you have to settle for a lower quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because no one has shown up who can love you on your level, doesn't mean you have to sink to his or hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because you deserve the very best there is, doesn't mean that life is always fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because God is still preparing your king, doesn't mean that you're not already a Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Just because your situation doesn't seem to be progressing right now, doesn't mean you need to change a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Keep shining, keep running, keep hoping, keep praying, keep being exactly what you are already complete......&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/583942177947930074-594074352963566200?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/594074352963566200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=594074352963566200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/594074352963566200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/594074352963566200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/02/being-woman.html' title='Being A Woman'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-3680462725945482144</id><published>2007-02-19T23:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:24:24.574+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/ReCckPo2qGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qEseZGQ2T6k/s1600-h/Hug.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/ReCckPo2qGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qEseZGQ2T6k/s200/Hug.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035196529887324258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span&gt;  There's no such thing as a bad hug, only good ones and great ones. Because hugs are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;ul style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Non-fattening and they don't cause cancer or cavities..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;All natural with no preservatives, artificial ingredients or pesticide residue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Cholesterol-free, naturally sweet, 100% wholesome and they are a completely renewable resource...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Easy to care for, they don't require batteries, tune-ups, or x-rays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Non-taxable, fully returnable and energy efficient...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Safe in all kinds of weather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;In fact, especially good for cold and rainy days, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Exceptionally effective in treating problems like bad dreams or Monday blues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/ReCdTPo2qHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aIOy6XM4Tls/s1600-h/Big+Hug.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/ReCdTPo2qHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aIOy6XM4Tls/s200/Big+Hug.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035197337341175922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never wait until tomorrow to hug someone you could hug today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Because when you give one, you get one right back your way! &lt;/span&gt;&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/583942177947930074-3680462725945482144?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3680462725945482144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=3680462725945482144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3680462725945482144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3680462725945482144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/02/truth-about-hugs.html' title='The Truth About Hugs'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/ReCckPo2qGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qEseZGQ2T6k/s72-c/Hug.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-3506457724823991402</id><published>2007-02-13T01:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:25:39.035+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Day Before Valentine's Day - Love Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Greetings/thankyouh007.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 220px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Greetings/thankyouh007.gif" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Greetings/lovecard5.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 220px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Greetings/lovecard5.gif" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Greetings/ldrh004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Greetings/ldrh004.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Hope you get well soon, Naruto-chan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq8BExB-zPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Pj1VyV2l-zU/s1600-h/Naruto+ok.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq8BExB-zPI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Pj1VyV2l-zU/s200/Naruto+ok.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093290884972072178" 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/583942177947930074-3506457724823991402?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3506457724823991402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=3506457724823991402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3506457724823991402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3506457724823991402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/02/1-day-before-valentines-day-love-cards.html' title='1 Day Before Valentine&apos;s Day - Love Cards'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Greetings/th_thankyouh007.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-8452615819891990531</id><published>2007-02-12T02:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:27:14.648+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days Before Val's Day - Love Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Small talk sometimes define as meaningless conversation to fill empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;silences. But it can be an opportunity to make a lasting impression with the person you are talking with. Here's to do to make small talks become more interesting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Avoid the typical conversation such as comments about the weather. Choose interesting topics to you and the person you're talking to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Make yourself confrontable. People will be more receptive to having a conversation with you if you approach them with a smile and an easy manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Be yourself. Reveal who you really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Talk about things you know. Don't ever act like you know about something that you don't. It's more embarrassing to be caught in a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Pick a topic based on a current event. But make yourself appear more interesting, not argumentative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ask people about their work and hobbies. People love to talk about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Having a partner not only that you have someone in your life and do fun things together. But when they're feeling down, or depressed, you have to be there for them too. The most important thing is to learn how to be a good listener.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When they want to talk, put everything else out of your mind and be there with them while they are talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Listen to what is actually being said and look at them when they are talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Very often, they won't say exactly what's on their mind straight away. By looking for their emotional tone, voice inflections etc., you will get indicator of what is bothering them and also how it is affecting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Remain calm when they are angry. They will lash out at you because you are there. If you get angry back, it will only make things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Affirm and agree with what they say or feeling, but try to avoid drawing comparisons like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've been there before."&lt;/span&gt; This will bring a break in communication, and also seem like you're invalidating what they're feeling. Try saying something like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That must be frustrating (or other emotion) for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Avoid general statements like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It will get better"&lt;/span&gt; or, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Everything will be okay". &lt;/span&gt;It can be taken the wrong way, like they can't find their own solution without your help. Ask them questions that will help them come to a positive conclusion. For example, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What are you going to do?"&lt;/span&gt; or, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What do you think will happen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Don't make assumptions like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're scared"&lt;/span&gt; or, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're worried."&lt;/span&gt; Even if they're feeling that way, it isn't your place to tell them so. They will take it as if you're telling them what to feel instead of offering your support. Try asking what they are feeling and why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Offer your help can make all the difference in the world to them. Just make sure to let them show or tell you how to help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Offer your support. Send a card or a letter letting them know you are there for them. Or allow yourself to be a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/583942177947930074-8452615819891990531?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8452615819891990531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=8452615819891990531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8452615819891990531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8452615819891990531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/02/2-days-before-vals-day-love-tips.html' title='2 Days Before Val&apos;s Day - Love Tips'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-2917745990796425288</id><published>2007-02-11T12:07:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:37:31.515+07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days Before Val's Day - Love Symbols</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s1600-h/BC+In+Love.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s200/BC+In+Love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093285310104521954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span &gt;CUPID&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cupid is the son of Venus, the goddess of love and beauty. He is known as a mischievous winged boy, carrying a bow and an arrow. The arrow signify desires and emotions of love. He aimed the arrows at human, causing them to fall in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s1600-h/BC+In+Love.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s200/BC+In+Love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093285310104521954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Heart is an important symbol. Because heart is the sacred place of emotions, it also signifies life. We always heard people say that they give their heart to someone they love. It means to give their whole being to their lover, cos heart is at the center of human body. Heart shaped is the perfect way to show their feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s1600-h/BC+In+Love.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s200/BC+In+Love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093285310104521954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span&gt;FLOWERS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It has been a messenger of love for ages, especially Roses. It symbolize peace and war, love and forgiveness. A great way to tell your lover how special they are and how much you love them. But choose the color carefully.&lt;br /&gt;Red rose stands for love and passion. Yellow rose stands for friendship. White rose stands for true love and purity of the mind. Pink Rose stands for sweetheart or appreciation. Black rose means farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s1600-h/BC+In+Love.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s200/BC+In+Love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093285310104521954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span&gt;RIBBONS, LACES, FRILLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are also symbol of romance. They have been used a long time ago when a knight wore them specially made by his lover before he went to the battlefield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s1600-h/BC+In+Love.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s200/BC+In+Love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093285310104521954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span&gt;LOVE KNOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Young Muslim women used to send love messages to their sweethearts to confess their feelings through the knots of a woven carpet in Arab tradition. It is a classic symbol of never ending true love. They are also used as means of proposing for marriage. This love knots can also be drawn on paper or using ribbon. This concept continues to this date and is quite popular&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s1600-h/BC+In+Love.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s200/BC+In+Love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093285310104521954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span&gt;LOVE BIRDS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are adorable little blue colored found in Africa and they always be spotted sitting together in pairs of two. These love birds can't live without their mates. This belief is still cherished by love struck people all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from love birds, there is also doves that signify purity and innocence. And swans are also popular symbol of an eternal relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/583942177947930074-2917745990796425288?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2917745990796425288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=2917745990796425288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2917745990796425288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2917745990796425288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/02/3-days-before-vals-day-love-pics.html' title='3 Days Before Val&apos;s Day - Love Symbols'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq78ARB-zOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ZLFPh3w6NSM/s72-c/BC+In+Love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-2443200063186108577</id><published>2007-02-10T01:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:37:10.479+07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days Before Val's Day - Love Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ladylony.com/imgxzz12/media20.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ladylony.com/imgxzz12/media20.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It doesn’t matter who you love, or how you love, but that you love – &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Rod McKuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Love isn’t here or there, it isn’t happy, sad, good or bad. Love is just love – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George Sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;If I am pressed to say why I loved him, I feel it can only be explained by replying: "Because it was he; because it was me" - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Montaigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We can not do great things. We can only do little things with great love - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Close together, or far apart, you will always be here in my heart – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kay Knudse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sometimes heart sees what eyes can not see - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H. Jackson Brown Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This is miracle. The more we share, the more we have - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonard Nimoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're alive - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orlando A. Battista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ladylony.com/imgxzz12/media20.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ladylony.com/imgxzz12/media20.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;"I love you because I know you're always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch me when I fall, to listen when I need you,&lt;br /&gt;when I feel alone, and to make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Love is a gift, and I give my love to you" -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Nits *big hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq75FRB-zMI/AAAAAAAAAac/4ffSFVjSHGM/s1600-h/Love+3.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq75FRB-zMI/AAAAAAAAAac/4ffSFVjSHGM/s200/Love+3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093282097468984514" 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/583942177947930074-2443200063186108577?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2443200063186108577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=2443200063186108577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2443200063186108577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2443200063186108577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/02/4-days-before-vals-day-love-words.html' title='4 Days Before Val&apos;s Day - Love Words'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq75FRB-zMI/AAAAAAAAAac/4ffSFVjSHGM/s72-c/Love+3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-8335696271798675701</id><published>2007-01-09T22:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:38:35.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku From Naruto-chan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%; "&gt;Eyes Enchanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Your eyes enchanting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;So deep and brown, an abyss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;In I’d gladly drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Raven Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Nit, my maiden fair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;More beautiful than Venus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;With the Raven hair…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;~~Thx a bunch Naru-chan *big hug*~~&lt;/span&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/583942177947930074-8335696271798675701?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8335696271798675701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=8335696271798675701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8335696271798675701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8335696271798675701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/01/haiku-from-naru-chan.html' title='Haiku From Naruto-chan'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-3587597841193899654</id><published>2007-01-05T22:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:39:36.439+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Beautiful Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;This morning, I woke up with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This morning, I was very happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thanx thanx thanx, for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The most beautiful morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That you've given me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e1/uKnoULuVme144/Tiny%20Icons/th_whiteandpinkheartsflashy.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 25px; height: 25px;" src="http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e1/uKnoULuVme144/Tiny%20Icons/th_whiteandpinkheartsflashy.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RZ57q5PkAJI/AAAAAAAAABA/GORA5wxuHVc/s1600-h/14602b.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RZ57q5PkAJI/AAAAAAAAABA/GORA5wxuHVc/s320/14602b.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016583011788128402" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RZ53r5PkAII/AAAAAAAAAA0/mYVJ8o6OTLQ/s1600-h/14602b.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/583942177947930074-3587597841193899654?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3587597841193899654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=3587597841193899654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3587597841193899654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3587597841193899654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/01/most-beautiful-morning.html' title='The Most Beautiful Morning'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.photobucket.com/albums/e1/uKnoULuVme144/Tiny%20Icons/th_whiteandpinkheartsflashy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-2338080582744205864</id><published>2007-01-04T15:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:40:25.249+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simba and Chipmunk's EFCs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RZzi2JdbbdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K6yKk2UHGao/s1600-h/Simba-Chipmunk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 110px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RZzi2JdbbdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K6yKk2UHGao/s200/Simba-Chipmunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016133504864054738" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;This is the story about Simba and Chipmunk. They've known each other nine months ago, but since then they become best buddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVFxhB-zgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/paeFBWy887A/s1600-h/Flower+smile.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVFxhB-zgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/paeFBWy887A/s200/Flower+smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095055270422171138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  They have a lot in common, so they decided to form some clubs. It only has 2 members. If you want to join, feel free to ask them *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here are Simba and Chipmunk's Executive Fun Clubs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;.JOMBLO CLUB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Simba and Chipmunk are single, they are still trying to find Mrs. and Mr. Right. What they want is simple actually. Someone who is honest and sincere, and must love them, and accept them for who they are (^.^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;.MOVIE CLUB.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They like to watch movies. Well, who doesn't? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; But they plan to watch Asia horror movies together, because they are scarrier than Hollywood movies (admit it, zombie and monsters are not scary at all. Hahaha...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVFxhB-zfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4Ucmkk7STr0/s1600-h/Flower+tongue.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVFxhB-zfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4Ucmkk7STr0/s200/Flower+tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095055270422171122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;.LIBRAREAM CLUB.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reading is one of their hobbies. And they like to smell pages of new book. Chipmunk has a dream that one day she wants to have a room full with books at her house, like a personal library. So does Simba (he just following her, I guess. Heehee...). That's why they call it Libraream (library dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So far, that's all I can remember. I will add it as soon as it cross my head  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVFxhB-zfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4Ucmkk7STr0/s1600-h/Flower+tongue.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVFxhB-zfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4Ucmkk7STr0/s200/Flower+tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095055270422171122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Update 9 July 2007:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Their clubs are officially closed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVFxhB-zhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/uE3iN0g8ZdU/s1600-h/Flower+sad.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RrVFxhB-zhI/AAAAAAAAAdE/uE3iN0g8ZdU/s200/Flower+sad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095055270422171154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/583942177947930074-2338080582744205864?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2338080582744205864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=2338080582744205864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2338080582744205864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2338080582744205864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2007/01/simba-and-chipmunks-efcs.html' title='Simba and Chipmunk&apos;s EFCs'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RZzi2JdbbdI/AAAAAAAAAAo/K6yKk2UHGao/s72-c/Simba-Chipmunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-4551539241978823854</id><published>2006-12-26T09:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:42:06.968+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;You are not an outcast. You are not an outsider. You are not nothing of value. You are not an arctic wasteland. You are not unwelcome. You did not abandon her. And you are not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So stop feeling that way. Because you are smart. You are funny. You are honest. You are sweet. You are a kind-hearted person. You are gentle. You are a loving person. You care about people. You are nice. You are sincere. You are a great person. You have friends who always count on you. And you will have family who loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So please do not be sad. Because YOU ARE SOMETHING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq7x_RB-zJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_uHMkV2_Oh4/s1600-h/Angel+2.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq7x_RB-zJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_uHMkV2_Oh4/s200/Angel+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093274297808374930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Smile, though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by if you&lt;br /&gt;Smile, through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile, and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worth-while if you just smile&lt;br /&gt;Keep on smiling and&lt;br /&gt;Never, never, never stop smile --- r.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/" title="Myspace Graphics"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 205px; height: 212px;" src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/24/24894f1ax16upro.gif" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" border="0" /&gt;&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/583942177947930074-4551539241978823854?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/4551539241978823854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=4551539241978823854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/4551539241978823854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/4551539241978823854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2006/12/smile.html' title='Smile :-)'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/Rq7x_RB-zJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/_uHMkV2_Oh4/s72-c/Angel+2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-2954894565260201275</id><published>2006-12-22T14:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:43:22.010+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A Mother's love is something that no one can explain&lt;br /&gt;It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain,&lt;br /&gt;It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may,&lt;br /&gt;For nothing can destroy it or take that love away. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is patient and forgiving when all others are forsaking,&lt;br /&gt;And it never fails or falters even though the heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;It believes beyond believing when the world around condemns,&lt;br /&gt;And it glows with all the beauty of the rarest, brightest gems. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is far beyond defining, it defies all explanation,&lt;br /&gt;And it still remains a secret like the mysteries of creation&lt;br /&gt;A many splendor miracle man cannot understand&lt;br /&gt;And another wondrous evidence of God's tender guiding hand. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span  &gt;(written by Helen Steiner Rice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sassycats.com/mompaws1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.sassycats.com/mompaws1.jpg" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/583942177947930074-2954894565260201275?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2954894565260201275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=2954894565260201275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2954894565260201275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/2954894565260201275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-3599589441322310122</id><published>2006-10-07T03:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:44:28.477+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls = Apples On Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Cute%20Image/BestTree.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 410px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Cute%20Image/BestTree.png" alt="" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/583942177947930074-3599589441322310122?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3599589441322310122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=3599589441322310122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3599589441322310122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3599589441322310122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2006/10/girls-trees.html' title='Girls = Apples On Tree'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a43/Yuanita/Cute%20Image/th_BestTree.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-5454829697964788284</id><published>2006-09-24T01:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:45:16.569+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black and Colored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Today is the 1st day of Ramadan :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;My friend sent me e-mail about a month ago. I don't like poetry but when I read it, I found that it was a good one. Very true, very straight forward, and also funny. And it made me think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes we feel that we are better than the others. Sometimes we feel that we are richer than our neighbors, that we are prettier, smarter, etc. But we never realize that there must be someone who is more better, richer, prettier and smarter than us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There is no need for being a snob. We are not the best, because there is always someone who has more than we have :-)&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the poem said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;When I born, I Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I grow up, I Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I cold, I Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I go in sun, I Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I scared, I Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I sick, I Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And when I die, I still Black...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you, white fella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you born, you Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you grow up, you White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you go in sun, you Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you cold, you Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you scared, you Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you sick, you Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And when you die, you Gray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you calling me Colored ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(This was nominated for the Best Poem 2005, written by an African kid, Aly El Sahly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"HAPPY RAMADAN to all of Muslims around the world"&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/583942177947930074-5454829697964788284?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5454829697964788284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=5454829697964788284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/5454829697964788284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/5454829697964788284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2006/09/black-vs-colored.html' title='Black and Colored'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-6619265721005386075</id><published>2006-09-07T03:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:46:13.209+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOP When You DROP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I once read in the magazine, there were some tips about "How To Beat Boredom". And as far as I can remember (because it was a long time ago hahaha), here are the tips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Write journal  &lt;em&gt;(almost everyday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Write email to friends you haven't been in contact with for ages  &lt;em&gt;(maybe I will)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Invite your friends around or go with them and talk about guys  &lt;em&gt;(that's fun, I'm sure)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Clean your bedroom and reorganize your wardrobe  &lt;em&gt;(hmmm maybe later. I'm too lazy for that :-p)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Makes some tapes of your favorite music  &lt;em&gt;(y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;up, always do that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Treat yourself to a beauty treatment  &lt;em&gt;(yessss, why not?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Go shopping  &lt;em&gt;(I agree 100%!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, actually that was what I did this weekend :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was so stressed and depressed, I have tons of problems in my head - some of them have not been solved yet - so I really really need to do one of those tips, and I choose number 7 :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So I went to the mall, forget about my problems for a while, enjoyed myself and I bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;X Limited eau de toilette from Etienne Aigner, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Blue Paradiso Inferno Body Spray from Benetton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;The next day, I bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 pairs of slippers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Body Shop's All In One Face Base Refill #4,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 The Body Shop's lipsticks (Pink Ginger and Beechnut), and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Body Shop's Leave In Conditioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And yesterday, I bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;another 2 pairs of slippers (I nearly bought 4 pairs but better save it for next month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;4 Cds of Ape On The Roof, Electronic Groove, Homogenic, and Overload Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Btw, they had sale... I love sale, it's one of my weakness &lt;em&gt;*wink wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I have my own tips to beat boredom, and it always works for me. All I have to do is lie down, relax, turn on my iPod and listen to these songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ordinary Life - Liquido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pizza Cutter - Letters To Cleo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Electric - Melody Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Talk To Me Dance With Me - Hot Hot Heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;We're All To Blame - Sum 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stockholm Syndrome - Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;A Modern Way Of Letting Go - Idlewild, and other 'hiphip' musics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And voila!! They all gone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;(trust me, slow musics will make you feel more bete and bete)&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/583942177947930074-6619265721005386075?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6619265721005386075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=6619265721005386075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/6619265721005386075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/6619265721005386075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2006/09/shop-when-you-drop.html' title='SHOP When You DROP'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-3959103893615528998</id><published>2006-09-02T16:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:47:10.515+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best BEAUTY Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Buy a Brown Eyebrow Pencil and use it to shape your brows, line your eyes, and define your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "  &gt;Lightly, dust your lips with pressed powder before applying lipstick. It helps make the lipstick last longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;To make your eyelash curler works better, heat it with blow-dryer for a couple of seconds ~ but no more than five ~ before using it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Use paintbrushes from an art supply store instead of makeup brushes. They're usually of good quality and cheaper. But the brushes must be very soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;For extra shiny hair, mix two eggs with some mayonnaise, then apply the mixture to wet hair and cover it with plastic wrap. Wait for ten minutes, then rinse and wash as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;To help cover a zit, dab the spot with a matte white eyeshadow, then dust it with a finishing powder. It will take away some of the rednes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RXKsl2qa_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eYVPMdYJnWE/s1600-h/blOOm+Wink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004251902290624258" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 105px; height: 130px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RXKsl2qa_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eYVPMdYJnWE/s200/blOOm+Wink.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RXKsl2qa_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eYVPMdYJnWE/s1600-h/blOOm+Wink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now You Are Ready To Go ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/583942177947930074-3959103893615528998?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3959103893615528998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=3959103893615528998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3959103893615528998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/3959103893615528998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-beauty-secrets.html' title='Best BEAUTY Secrets'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/RXKsl2qa_wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eYVPMdYJnWE/s72-c/blOOm+Wink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-7790514421383538954</id><published>2006-08-25T04:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:48:00.739+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This One or That One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I was just thinking... why are we never satisfied with what we have? Me for example. If I can choose, maybe I will choose a perfect one, the best one. But nothing is perfect, no one is perfect. Every person is different, and that what makes them special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I sometimes heard my friends talked about it when they had to choose which one is best for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"This guy is so nice, he can understand me, always think about me, cares about me and my family, always asks how are they doing, always be by my side every time I need someone to talk to, I can count on him, etc. But......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"While that guy, he is also nice, always fun to be with, he has great character, he always brighten my day, he always makes me laugh, no one ever see me like he does, he makes me feel safe, etc. But......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;There's always a 'but'. Why can't they see This One and That One as a different person, who has different personalities, who has different good and bad side? Why can't they accept someone they care about for who they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I try not to compare one person with the other. Because I don't want being compared with other person either. That is not right, that is not fair. But the bad thing is, I will be very 'bete' when I find out he does/say something that makes me 'bete'. And when I start to like a guy, I tend to be 'parno' (hahaha...). And my head is full of 'what if'. I'm just afraid I will 'ilfeel' for him :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;At least it always good to know that there is someone who cares about you so much :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cause every day and every night,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold him tight&lt;br /&gt;And make sure that everything's stays right&lt;br /&gt;And every day and every night,&lt;br /&gt;to dream of him is my delight&lt;br /&gt;And know that he'll stay with me all the way -- Mocca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Wew, what's wrong with me tonight??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/583942177947930074-7790514421383538954?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7790514421383538954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=7790514421383538954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7790514421383538954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/7790514421383538954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-one-or-that-one.html' title='This One or That One?'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-7380306147752309542</id><published>2006-08-19T11:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:48:24.827+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere My Baby Waits For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;My life is lonely now but I have no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Someday I'll meet that someone I dreamed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He may live around the block or far across the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Somewhere my baby waits for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The moment that I see him my heart will know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then I won't wait to tell him I love him so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;He'll be mine to have and hold for whole eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Somewhere my baby waits for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I see lovers passing I don't feel blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know the things they're feeling I'll be feeling too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know where I'll meet him, I don't know when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I only know that someday my search will end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;One fine day I'll turn around and there he will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Somewhere my baby waits for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;~~* Kyaaa... that is so me... :) *~~&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/583942177947930074-7380306147752309542?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-583942177947930074.post-8053863582846449788</id><published>2006-07-15T07:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T18:49:08.723+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU vs I HATE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because we used to talk for hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you always mad at me every time we talk, but you forgive me every time I say "I'm sorry" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you sent me lots of flowers even though you know that I don't like flowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you always there for me every time I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you always encourage me when I'm sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you prayed for mom everyday when she was sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you sent me cards 3 days before my birthday... but you missed my birthday cause you had to work :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you always mad every time I tease you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you always listen to my complaint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you always trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I miss you because you always tell me a story when I'm in a bad mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I hate you because you always try to change me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I hate you because every time we argue about something, you always ended the conversation by saying "As you like" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I hate you because you don't care about yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I hate you because you're so sensitive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I hate you because you always feel that you're unlucky. Just listen to the song "Lucky Man" and you will feel better :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I hate you because you work too hard, forget to eat, and get sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I hate you because you're a workaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I miss you more than I hate you... Happy Birthday, Semsem...&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/583942177947930074-8053863582846449788?l=nitasroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/feeds/8053863582846449788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=583942177947930074&amp;postID=8053863582846449788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8053863582846449788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/583942177947930074/posts/default/8053863582846449788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitasroom.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-you-vs-i-hate-you.html' title='I MISS YOU vs I HATE YOU'/><author><name>Nita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sqimu1qFl2Y/SUZw4SY9QZI/AAAAAAAACAI/e6IxYjZPq5Q/S220/Angel.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
