<?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-5725946852594707719</id><updated>2011-09-08T12:18:44.101-07:00</updated><category term='Deviana (me) and Denish'/><category term='but chances were that he didn&apos;t show up in campus that day...'/><category term='I was frustated for having no any black formal trousers for the occasion in KAA'/><category term='but then I found this good clothes in my wardrobe haha'/><category term='this image is taken from: http://pinklemonadedesign.blogspot.com'/><category term='It&apos;s all Fred&apos;s own pictures. 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(only 9 people at class)  Roy was surrounded by his oh-so-nice students'/><title type='text'>Happy.Go.Lucky</title><subtitle type='html'>there's always something to smile at.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-6120033442429780833</id><published>2011-01-29T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T13:29:18.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Dare to be Great?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frighten us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are all meant to shine, as children do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Marrianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles," 1992 (commonly misattributed to Nelson Mandela 1994 inauguration speech)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is a very knock-out video to remind us that we are indeed capable to be powerful: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bJw_pHGLegY"&gt;Dare to be Great&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/5725946852594707719-6120033442429780833?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6120033442429780833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/dare-to-be-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/6120033442429780833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/6120033442429780833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/dare-to-be-great.html' title='Do You Dare to be Great?'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-8163720774100414173</id><published>2011-01-21T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:44:52.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why would you not like Justin Bieber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TTnFIp-K0LI/AAAAAAAAANc/z9jugpZaLvY/s1600/75701_475835668887_67253243887_5398171_3884123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TTnFIp-K0LI/AAAAAAAAANc/z9jugpZaLvY/s320/75701_475835668887_67253243887_5398171_3884123_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564695567089193138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I was once wondering why some people I know, they dislike Justin Bieber. Or perhaps "dislike" is an euphemism, they "hate" JB. I think he is just too innocent to be mocked at, I've heard some call him "gay" or "too young to be an idol because he's not reaching puberty yet", I find it funny and strange though. I would rather respect those who might not like him simply because it's-not-my-taste-of-music reasons, than just hear some because-he-is-lame kinds of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's not that I am his big fan but I mean, based on professional opinions, I think there is not enough reason to HATE him, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;He can definitely sing. He can play guitar. He can dance. His music is groovy too. Here is my favorite music video of his :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdDVtFvJwUc"&gt;&lt;b&gt; LOVE ME &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All these reasons were apart from the facts: that the way he became so famous was one of a kind - he was found by his current manager in Youtube, he never conducts any crimes or bad reputation, he is cute and humble in living his life, when he once said "I am just an ordinary boy who lives his dream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Or perhaps people in my age, they're just being too shy to acknowledge they fancy this sixteen-year-old boy? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;This is such silly question, but seriously... it has successfully made me wonder.&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/5725946852594707719-8163720774100414173?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8163720774100414173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-would-you-not-like-justin-bieber.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/8163720774100414173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/8163720774100414173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-would-you-not-like-justin-bieber.html' title='Why would you not like Justin Bieber?'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TTnFIp-K0LI/AAAAAAAAANc/z9jugpZaLvY/s72-c/75701_475835668887_67253243887_5398171_3884123_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-5109206880306261463</id><published>2011-01-20T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:06:30.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily favorite quote 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dinda: Is Brad Pitt the ex-husband of Jennifer Anniston?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me: WHAT? Yes he is! You don't know they were two married? It's been known sooo long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dinda: No.. I don't *innocently* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me: Geez... By the way Bruno Mars is coming to Indonesia, he's having concert here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dinda: Yes I know he's coming. It's been known sooo long ago though!&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/5725946852594707719-5109206880306261463?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5109206880306261463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/daily-favorite-quote1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5109206880306261463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5109206880306261463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/daily-favorite-quote1.html' title='Daily favorite quote 1'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-7340145392849058939</id><published>2011-01-20T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T03:56:19.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year’s Prayer 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;It’s one hour to go before 2011. Yes Lord, this time I spend New Year’s eve at my parents’ home without going out like I usually did on the previous New Year’s eves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;You know honestly and humbly said, I am scared facing 2011. It is going to be my phase of life because I will be graduating in the midyear after my four-year-study of International Relations at Parahyangan Catholic University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;I’ve been living in this very comfort zone for almost 3,5 years in Bandung. I’ve got great friends, great lecturers, great experiences and I thank You for giving me them all Lord! It was precisely like 3,5 years ago when I was twelve-grader and I was confused and not sure what the college life would be, but You were there to help me decide to jump in International Relations major at my current campus. It is only one semester left for me before I am entering new chapter in the book of my life, Lord. I have been wondering about post-graduation life. So many unanswered questions tangled up in my busy mind: Will I get a job as I want? What if I become unemployed? Will I get chance to chase my master degree abroad? Will my parents afford to support my master degree? Will I be able to get scholarship? Should I worry about this, Lord? I know You have been helping me through hard and good times for this 21 years of my living, and I should know that this case of post-grad life will be no exception for You to keep guiding me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;In terms of love stories, I am thankful because You have made me meet up some men in my life. From the ladies man, playboy, adventurer, to such smart ones. As You know Lord, one of my best friend just texted me 30 minutes ago “I wish you a happy New Year and that your list of boyfriends-to-be will be added up.” Isn’t it ironic that I know some men there but I am staying single until now, Lord? Am I a snob? Am I being too picky? Am I being playful? Is there anything wrong with me Lord? At some point I find it confusing, Lord, sometimes I’m not sure what I feel and who I want to be with. Perhaps I can be called as mean for being such heartbreaker, but I am a nice person, I just want to be with someone I feel sure of although it doesn’t necessarily mean that my boyfriend would surely end up being my husband because the idea of marriage itself is still long way to go. I believe that You would give me chances to meet several men just so in the end of the day I will be in the know of what I want in a man and what to expect from him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Dear Lord, I will never know what lies in the year ahead, that I am facing the unknown, and that problems are inevitable. It’s ok to be scared right? That means I still have something to lose, right? What is relieving is the fact that You will never leave me alone no matter how I might lose my way, if I let You to get involved in my life. I believe that You will not give me something I can’t handle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Great Lord, sometimes I wonder “What is the purpose of my life?” and perhaps it takes time for me to finally know what the answer is as I grow and I learn in this life. You know I am not a sacred person, I am just a lay person who still wants to enjoy worldly pleasure without violating my spiritual devotion too. So I can keep up the balance between these two areas of my life Lord. Among the very various ways of my life and the absolute freedom You gave me, please let me find the way You want my life to be according to Your plan. I have nothing but myself for You to use as Your “tool” in this world. I promise You that I will be better. That’s my mission and t will never end. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725946852594707719-7340145392849058939?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7340145392849058939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-prayer-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7340145392849058939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7340145392849058939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-prayer-2011.html' title='New Year’s Prayer 2011'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-5939670395890530725</id><published>2010-12-11T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T11:13:17.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DETERMINATION matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have been learning lately about the urgency of DETERMINATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;According to the New Oxford American Dictionary, this word means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;1) Firmness of purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;2) The controlling or deciding of something's nature or outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Determination matters! Without it, you can easily loosen up and get distracted from what you earlier go for. With it, you can keep reminding yourself that you are up to something... that you cannot just give in in the middle of the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;What I am trying to say is.. Determination Helps You Make Through Some Failures and Focus on Your Goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Personal experience of mine, I have been feeling so proud of myself these two days because I was able to resist myself for not going to the annual Midnight Sale at Paris Van Java. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;(I've spent much money already at this early time of December due to some Christmas shopping, especially on cards and the international post fee to send Christmas present abroad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;This feeling of jealousy came when my girls at my dorm came back from that Midnight Sale at Paris Van Java with some bags in their hands, labeling from one brand to another... but deep down at my heart, I am telling myself again "It's OK Dev... You must save more money. You must be determined to save for your traveling plans next year in 2011."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&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/5725946852594707719-5939670395890530725?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5939670395890530725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/determination-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5939670395890530725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5939670395890530725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/determination-matters.html' title='DETERMINATION matters.'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-5882961407543572855</id><published>2010-10-16T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T04:41:22.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strategic Studies or Foreign Policy? DUH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;16th October 2010, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13.45 at Daboem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mas Banto: Your topic would be more on foreign policy analysis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No Mas! *insisting* I think it's more on strategic studies... military invention eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas Banto: Remember the title "US Foreign Policy towards Myanmar's Crisis 2007-2009 and the absence of humanitarian intervention" ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me: *loading....* Err... yeah you're right! *grinning* &lt;/span&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/5725946852594707719-5882961407543572855?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5882961407543572855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/strategic-studies-or-foreign-policy-duh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5882961407543572855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5882961407543572855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/10/strategic-studies-or-foreign-policy-duh.html' title='Strategic Studies or Foreign Policy? DUH!'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-6096703780031979463</id><published>2010-08-13T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:33:42.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The pic was courtesy to pinklemonadedesign.blogspot.com'/><title type='text'>Attach and Detach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TGVzgLgS83I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sXdNlhH7HWo/s1600/happy.monday.giraffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TGVzgLgS83I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sXdNlhH7HWo/s320/happy.monday.giraffe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504933116211557234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Once upon a time there's this saying ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;(Thanks to Dinda for bringing up this issue!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I wonder sometimes how to limit myself in doing anything. It can apply for work, education, daily routine, and even men... (sorry I don't use the word "boys" here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Let's say you've warned yourself to not involve much feeling with a person even though you two would spend much time together... It doesn't matter how you label it as "fun time", "temporary togetherness", "summer fling", or whatever you name it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;The thing is... how do you know when to hold back? Because most time, the next thing you know, you just get carried away... You've been overwhelmed temporarily for a particular time. You two have shared experiences and built memories. The worse part, you unconsciously let your feeling take part in it... or in other way, you're emotionally in it without you realizing in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;People say things like "Out of sight, out of mind", that when that person is gone, then he or she would be out of your mind too. I guess that could be right. But still, how to deal with memories? How to deal with those goddamn reminiscences popping up in your head suddenly, and let you flash back what was going on back then? For the answer, I believe that in order to deal with experiences, I guess we must see the bigger picture, that it's all coming to complete the whole puzzle of your life. I believe if people see the bigger picture of anything, there'll be less people on earth hate others and there'll be more people to make peace with themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Well I'm a person who believes in such spirituality ( having coherent believes about higher purpose, the meaning of life, and the meaning of universe) that beyond this concrete world, there's another powerful universe above there. Some call it "Goddess", "Karma", "Universal Law", "Spirit" and I call it "God".  I believe that everything happens for reasons. That God has set me up meeting some people and conditions because every people &amp;amp; conditions coming to my life must have special deep lessons for me to learn.... that makes me better, because life means developing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Perhaps, no matter you realize it or not, CHANGE IS THE ONLY CONSTANT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;People, things, even weather keep changing- whether you like it or not. We cannot force some people or things to remain the same as they used to be. Sometimes it's just us that need to adjust with the new conditions... therefore it is true that we once attach, and the next time we detach. That's how it goes. (Psst I am not talking about the marriage life here, it's not my capacity to write how it would be for husband and wife to keep the marriage-life all the way and remain the same person that each fall in love with. I believe in once-in-a-life-time-monogamous- marriage. Maybe they'd unite and be seen as one body, so it's them that facing the changing surroundings. Still, I guess I'm way way way too young to figure that out...  ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;So in the time being, I think it is best for me to enjoy and taste life! Life can somehow spoil you til you forget how to wake up and let go... That's the harsh part but if it was for me, since I am no a quitter, I would like to play the fields! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&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/5725946852594707719-6096703780031979463?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6096703780031979463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/attach-and-detach.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/6096703780031979463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/6096703780031979463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/08/attach-and-detach.html' title='Attach and Detach'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TGVzgLgS83I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sXdNlhH7HWo/s72-c/happy.monday.giraffe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-352867225860372787</id><published>2010-04-09T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:32:44.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this image is taken from: http://pinklemonadedesign.blogspot.com'/><title type='text'>LOVE vs LUST ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/S79j3dtFcwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wqbpeI5s5y0/s1600/weekend.ny.missjade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/S79j3dtFcwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wqbpeI5s5y0/s320/weekend.ny.missjade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458191077914014466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can  we distinguish between LOVE and LUST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This question has been tangled in my head lately... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/5725946852594707719-352867225860372787?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/352867225860372787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-vs-lust.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/352867225860372787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/352867225860372787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-vs-lust.html' title='LOVE vs LUST ?!'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/S79j3dtFcwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/wqbpeI5s5y0/s72-c/weekend.ny.missjade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-8602245351450577206</id><published>2010-04-01T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:15:36.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to deal with memories?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was on the way to that place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I remembered the day when we met after some goddamn months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;There we were, two of us, sitting side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Silence was the whole loyal companion between us that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Though we didn't really talk much that day, I felt butterflies on my stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Though we didn't come to see each other so often, I felt like we'd known for a long time that I felt we were so connected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;That day, I prayed to God once, it was all that I ever wanted: to be secure, to be comfortable around him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;He could make me feel secure and his eyes seriously calmed me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I even selfishly asked God if he was the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now I am in that place again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;This time, alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;All memories cross my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Once, twice, three times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;This time, I cry and sometimes I thank God, he isn't there beside me to see me miserable like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's even harder to forget someone who seem just perfect, flawless. Like I can give ANYTHING for him. Like I never ever meet somebody like him before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;At times I wish I could find any one negative thing about him, so I could just let it all go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I ever got chance just to meet him and spend at least one bloody hour to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;But the other side of me, whispering "Memories are good to remember, but reality is waiting for you... that you must go on, Dev."&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/5725946852594707719-8602245351450577206?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8602245351450577206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-deal-with-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/8602245351450577206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/8602245351450577206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-deal-with-memories.html' title='How to deal with memories?!'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-7936119790486897417</id><published>2010-01-31T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:15:32.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STABILITY... I need you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Without intending to make it exaggerative, I think I've been in one of the most unstable moments in my life. I've been in such heavy situation where I must decide something important, about what to do next in my study. I've been changing my minds so many times like I change my clothes. Dilemma has been such a shadow for me lately, it always stalks me whenever I go. Sometimes it disappears but then it comes out of sudden to remind me that it is still there! I need stability. No matter what problem it is, I always adore stable people who can still stick what they decide, stable people who can always (seem) calm and yeah... stable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh God, You know I am not always strong, that there are times when I feel like dependent to anyone or even anything. Sometimes I wish You could talk to me and just tell me what to do! Sometimes I wish You wouldn't give me this absolute freedom to do whatever I'd like to, because there are times that I do not even know what I actually want! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know what to do this semester: whether I should take Seminar or not... the decision that has been always awaiting there, that would affect my next steps in the future, to define whether I'll graduate in February 2010 or July 2010. The fact that my parents have left all the decision to myself, even makes me harder to decide. Sometimes I still wish they would just tell me what to do this and that, just like when I was five. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People try to tell me to take Seminar so I could graduate earlier and save one semester than the normal term. They say I have capability to deal with the compact schedule and another events in university. I feel so loved having people who trust me. But then... what about me,myself and I ?! Frankly said, I do not have that many data to do the seminar and thesis and my topic (which I found on the very last day) still needs more data and research. There are some things I'd like to accomplish before I graduate: going for INU, learning French, teaching English. I always want to focus in doing something. So I think I would drop my Seminar, and unlike my smart friends who set goal to graduate in 3,5 years, I might do it in 4 years.. which will be in July 2011. I know sometimes people are expecting much of myself, but living the life with people's standards and expectations are no good at all, it's tiring.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/5725946852594707719-7936119790486897417?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7936119790486897417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/stability-i-need-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7936119790486897417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7936119790486897417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2010/01/stability-i-need-you.html' title='STABILITY... I need you!'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-4262092570305532315</id><published>2009-12-11T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:51:32.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO GODDAMN YEARS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you ever been in a fear that you might not be able to fall in love again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know that sounds crazy eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But chances are, after the break-up with your last ex, you do move on, you met different people, some might tell you about their feeling for you... but what if you do not have the same feeling back? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;then I go solo for a while until now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Looking back to my ex, the total of girlfriends he had since the break-up is around FIVE OR SO.. And me? Logically and sensibly, I didn't involve in any romantic relationship like a girlfriend-boyfriend do since... December 2007, two f*cking years ago. But I have to be thankful for I had these two years such a BLAST! Right after my break-up I could be so free to do anything 'til now. I almost have anything I want so far. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then when it comes for love life, if you were me, you might think "What's so wrong with me? Why couldn't I like those who'd love to be with me? or Why can't I just like those who like me?" Simple huh!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I cannot please everyone by doing something I do not like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learn that it is so OK to say NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then you might realize that if you were me, you would see that you currently have such LOUSY love life. Hahaha! Pathetic eh? At least we can still admit it and laugh it off. Or at least... you still have some single friends to share with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&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/5725946852594707719-4262092570305532315?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4262092570305532315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-years.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/4262092570305532315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/4262092570305532315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-years.html' title='TWO GODDAMN YEARS.'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-1200457498479554833</id><published>2009-12-08T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:35:13.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s all Fred&apos;s own pictures. I got them from his FB just to make it more real.'/><title type='text'>LIFE: anything but ordinary,please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sx6cNpZnurI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Aud5G7pgl40/s1600-h/fiji1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sx6cNpZnurI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Aud5G7pgl40/s200/fiji1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412935560411462322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sx6cNDe9v5I/AAAAAAAAAII/sv493ZloFAI/s1600-h/fiji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sx6cNDe9v5I/AAAAAAAAAII/sv493ZloFAI/s200/fiji.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412935550233329554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sx6b6o80K1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/oGZ9bjF9Nb4/s1600-h/fiji3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sx6b6o80K1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/oGZ9bjF9Nb4/s200/fiji3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412935233873128274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sx6aqnMnYlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mKeNuvpldUg/s1600-h/fiji.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have you ever feel like you want such a real quick escapade from your daily routine and do something outside the box? You may think it's pretty impossible because you have stuck with these bloody assignment paper, campus occasion, or any other daily activities. I was that kind of person, until I happened to see my friend's Facebook page,Frederick, where he's been traveling alone from Canada (where he comes from) to Oceania. He takes a year off from university to travel. How easy is that,eh? Perhaps it is everyone's dream, and mine too! But, once more, it is the money that matters! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I am kind of both excited and envious to see his adventurous pictures in Fiji (the first destination in Oceania before he heads to New Zealand and Indonesia-hopefuly) and he did not even know where to go first at the airport but only relying on the Fiji map. After getting lost once, and walking along the way he happened to meet such local people in the unknown village in Fiji which turned out to be so welcome and gave him anything he needed for survival that time. I started to learn that it can be really great if you just face the unknown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sometimes people are playing it too safe. They do not take risks. They feel their best on their comfort zones. This what makes them less experienced in dealing with what more life can offer. It is such a reflection for me, how sometimes I overlook what the life is and I just get drenched by the ordinary daily routine, gossiping with friends, doing something fun, or even thinking about lousy love life I have been living recently. (HAHA!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So after seeing some of his pictures and reading each of the captions, I felt like I have traveled to Fiji without moving. I got carried away with the 'story' and when I managed myself back to this reality I started to even think "I want to be anything but ordinary!" I guess everyone should do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5725946852594707719-1200457498479554833?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1200457498479554833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-anything-but-ordinaryplease.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/1200457498479554833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/1200457498479554833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-anything-but-ordinaryplease.html' title='LIFE: anything but ordinary,please!'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sx6cNpZnurI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Aud5G7pgl40/s72-c/fiji1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-3183808478283864015</id><published>2009-11-29T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:38:09.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People cannot simply judge others by pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/SxKF3GlkvWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/khtk90cm55E/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/SxKF3GlkvWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/khtk90cm55E/s200/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409533284132896098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;So.. my older brother in Semarang, Central Java, suddenly called me. He, who has just become a member of Facebook-ers in a month, kinda surprised to see some pictures of me in the occasion of Table Manner in Savoy Hotel last night, taking pictures with different guys and striking such poses which he thinks those make me look "cheap". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;There are some points I make myself clear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;First, they are not just some kind of "random-different-guys", because they are all my friends. Yes my friends. The fact that I have got more male friends than the female ones since I was in high-school, makes me look tomboy or get used to be surrounded by guys, but still that does not mean I seem like "cheap", wow such a word my brother tried to tell me. Haha. I admit he might be still one of those conservatives people (but he has got Facebook now. Oh well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Second, there was no such pictures I hugged or did some kind of impolite poses...They are all normal pictures with normal people. Even my friends tell me the pictures are just FINE. Though there is one or two when I was the only girl around the guys, but hey, haven't I told you that they were all my friends?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Third, I start to think that I do not give a damn what people may think of me just because they see my pictures, any pictures of mine. People cannot simply judge someone by the pictures, they have to know and talk first intensely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Then here comes a question through my mind: why is it just so unfair, boy can take picture with many  different girls and their possibility to get the label of "cheap" or "gampangan" is much less than a girl taking picture with some different guys. Boooooo! If there's such word "Lady's man" then what should we call it for a girl... "Man's lady"? &lt;/span&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/5725946852594707719-3183808478283864015?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3183808478283864015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-cannot-simply-judge-others-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/3183808478283864015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/3183808478283864015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-cannot-simply-judge-others-by.html' title='People cannot simply judge others by pictures.'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/SxKF3GlkvWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/khtk90cm55E/s72-c/IMG_0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-889302313537630125</id><published>2009-11-19T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:34:39.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes Human Rights issue universal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.45pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;In this era of 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; century or particularly we can say the era of Post-Cold War, international communities are no longer facing merely traditional security matters, which mainly focus on state national security. There are more rising issues, such as gender equality, genocide, pandemic disease, food crisis, and even poverty (the classic problem that has come to the top of world’s major problem). Those global issues are more people-centered rather than state-centered, or as UNDP on its 1993 annual Human Development Report named it “human security” issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5725946852594707719&amp;amp;postID=889302313537630125#_ftn1" name="_ftnref" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; Since they directly relate to the people’s security as an individual, they cannot be separated from the term “human rights”, because any violation to human rights is considered as human security issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.45pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Since this sort of security is expected to cover safety “from chronic threats like hunger, disease, and political repression, as well as protection from sudden and hurtful disruptions in the patterns of daily life”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5725946852594707719&amp;amp;postID=889302313537630125#_ftn2" name="_ftnref" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;, it is harder and more complex for a nation state to deal with human security problems than traditional security ones. However, more countries have put concerns on human security , it is proved by the establishment of Human Security Network by the end of 1999. This kind of issue has been more universal than ever. For example, “by the year 2000, Canada also had made human security the foundation of its foreign policy, defining it as ‘safety for people from both violent and non-violent threats … characterized by freedom from pervasive threats to people’s rights, their safety, or even their lives. Canadian diplomatic effort and foreign aid soon began to back the new emphasis with significant national resources. Other countries, ranging from Austria to Switzerland, followed suit.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5725946852594707719&amp;amp;postID=889302313537630125#_ftn3" name="_ftnref" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.45pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;This new shifting of priority from international actors to concern more on human rights, does rise a question: What makes this human rights become such international issue who attract more states’ attentions? Why should I care about a human right violation issue on a country that is miles away from my own country, since it has no any direct implication to my daily life? I would embark to find good reasons. I believe that human right is some kind of a bless for each individual to have by the time he or she was born to earth, this right is however a God’s gift for everyone to pursue his or her long term interest/purpose in this world. If I let any violation to human right happen anywhere, that would mean I someday might let anybody else to violate my own human right. In the sense of human right, we are no longer seen as Asian, Westerners, Arabian, etc, but we are one unity for the humanity values.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="mso-element:footnote-list"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr align="left" width="33%" size="1"&gt;    &lt;div id="ftn"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5725946852594707719&amp;amp;postID=889302313537630125#_ftnref" name="_ftn1" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; United Nations Development Program, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Human Development Report, 1993,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; http://hdr.undp.org/reports/global/1993/en/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ftn"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5725946852594707719&amp;amp;postID=889302313537630125#_ftnref" name="_ftn2" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; Dan Henk, “Human Security: Relevance and Implications,” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Parameters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;, Summer 2005, 94.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="mso-element:footnote" id="ftn"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFootnoteText"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=5725946852594707719&amp;amp;postID=889302313537630125#_ftnref" name="_ftn3" title=""&gt;&lt;span class="MsoFootnoteReference"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; Dan Henk, ““Human Security: Relevance and Implications,” 95.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725946852594707719-889302313537630125?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/889302313537630125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-rights-human-security.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/889302313537630125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/889302313537630125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/human-rights-human-security.html' title='What makes Human Rights issue universal?'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-7942110693836188389</id><published>2009-09-27T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:25:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A great QUOTE about HOPE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sr-tXCwKUdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xxmyUg1Hzgs/s1600-h/MAGIS%2BWYD+08+457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sr-tXCwKUdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xxmyUg1Hzgs/s320/MAGIS%2BWYD+08+457.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386214290745872850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A friend of mine, Ajie, he once told me a great quote from the movie The Shawshank Redemption. Simple but meaningful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To let us dare to never give up HOPE - as a light in the dark-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"HOPE IS A GOOD THING, MAYBE THE BEST OF THING. AND NO GOOD THING EVER DIES"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andy Dufresne (The Shawshank Redemption) &lt;/b&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/5725946852594707719-7942110693836188389?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7942110693836188389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-quote-about-hope.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7942110693836188389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7942110693836188389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-quote-about-hope.html' title='A great QUOTE about HOPE!'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/Sr-tXCwKUdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xxmyUg1Hzgs/s72-c/MAGIS%2BWYD+08+457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-4751615094638759380</id><published>2009-09-25T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T11:57:06.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Kinda Crush on Him! (there's no such empty hope right?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(49, 132, 155); font-weight: bold; font-family:Calibri, serif;"&gt;I once asked God to let me feel butterflies on my stomach again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, serif;color:#31849B;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, serif;color:#31849B;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss those butterflies on my stomach! I have been 'enjoying' my campus-life too much that sometimes I just forgot how it feels to fall for someone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;I asked Him to remind me to know how it feels when you like someone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;God is kind enough for He makes me feel this kind of feeling again: when you feel your heart beats so fast just to hear his name, when feel nervous just to say “Hi!” if you happen to meet him by accident, when you feel insecure how you look if he sees you, when you just want to have more and more conversation with him via Yahoo Messenger, when you regularly check his Facebook just to make sure if he is still available, when you feel your heart beat faster to see his beautiful eyes, when you insanely search excuses to exchange your phone numbers with his, when you are on the bleachers loyally watching him plays sport, and when you want to fold him into pieces and put him in your pocket just so he won’t go anywhere but near you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;Stupid isn’t it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;It is. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;Now it all leads to a question: Am I obsessed, infatuated or delirious? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;I sing all the crush-songs all the way, but I wonder if he would feel what I feel too. So cliché, but it does happen to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;Should I be thankful for God has let me feel this so-called-crush feeling or Should I blame God for giving me this feeling that cause me hard to focus, because every time I daydream, it’s him that I think about?! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;I wonder whether the Law Of Attraction truly exists, that if you strongly believe in something to happen to you, the universe would deliver it to you. If so, then will he possibly feel that in other part of his world there’s someone who madly think about him? Someone who would take care of him sincerely, if only he realizes that they perfectly suit together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;I think there is nothing to lose, just to believe the Law Of Attraction. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;God, please, if You allow me to even try to be with him, lead me to the ways closer to him. If You don’t think he’s good enough for me, then help me to kill this feeling please?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;What is the use of an empty hope? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;But I guess that is not a wise way to say a feeling as an empty hope, since there is no such empty hope. I think it is the mysterious bumpy process that makes it all worth to learn in the end, regardless you end up to get what you want or not. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;font-family:Calibri;color:#31849B;"&gt;One more time, it’s the lesson learnt that matters. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725946852594707719-4751615094638759380?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4751615094638759380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-kinda-crush-on-him-theres-no-such.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/4751615094638759380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/4751615094638759380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/crazy-kinda-crush-on-him-theres-no-such.html' title='Crazy Kinda Crush on Him! (there&apos;s no such empty hope right?)'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-2055440531380170036</id><published>2009-09-17T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:39:12.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong with DORA-look hair?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/SrIxkBe-o-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/j6M7kvG-_MM/s1600-h/Photo+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/SrIxkBe-o-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/j6M7kvG-_MM/s400/Photo+72.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382418999604585442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;I've got my hair-cut last Sunday. I hadn't planned it before. SO I was just having creambath-treatment when my parents also got foot-massage in that salon and I thought it would be a good idea to have a hair cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;SO far so good, til the barber cut my long bangs and he kept cutting it over and over again! Hah, and it used to be one-side bangs til he cut it too short so now ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;TA DA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;the bangs I have is the one like Dora The Explorer does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;Actually I felt it was still all OK til I got to campus the next day and the bangs did attract attentions *sigh* Some liked it and some don't, frankly said, most of my friends do not like it.. BUT WHO CARES? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;But there is one thing I hate with this bangs, when it doesn't cover my forehead, it would just look like a piano (the black &amp;amp; white tuts) on my forehead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;Does anyone know if there's any hair extension for bangs only? :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, Arial, sans-serif;color:#A9501B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:small;"&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/5725946852594707719-2055440531380170036?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2055440531380170036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-wrong-with-dora-look-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/2055440531380170036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/2055440531380170036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-wrong-with-dora-look-hair.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with DORA-look hair?!'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/SrIxkBe-o-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/j6M7kvG-_MM/s72-c/Photo+72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-5471124470023552582</id><published>2009-09-12T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:17:56.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how much does FASTING matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;I was in a public transportation (angkot) when I heard the driver shouting to another angkot driver, expressing his anger. It was quiet irritating however, for me as the passenger who had enough such hectic day and I must hear this kind of ‘public anger’. That time, I thought to myself, “Isn’t it Ramadhan month,and particularly he’s on the fasting season, right? Isn’t he supposed to handle his anger better?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well I am not a Muslim, but I’ve been growing in a surrounding that most of the neighbors are Muslim. All I know about this fasting season is that beside the physical resistance to food during the day, each must take control and hold back his or her most-likely-to-do bad habit. For example, high-tempered people try to deal with their anger-management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;The other day, I was having a dinner with a Muslim friend of mine when I saw him smoking. Then I asked him “Why are you still smoking? Isn’t it still in the fasting season?” He relaxingly answered “But it’s at night right? I am not currently doing the fasting”.  That was the point when we started to have a little debate about what to do and what to not do during fasting. I personally think that fasting season should be the best moment to train our patience and positive-attitudes and also to resist from our bad habit, not just from morning to dusk but in every second the whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;One day my friend telling me that her laptop was robbed in her house. I was so shocked that time and I asked her “But it’s Ramadhan month right? Aren’t people supposed to be good in order to prepare Lebaran?” And she just gave me simple answer… “Devils never sleep.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5725946852594707719-5471124470023552582?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5471124470023552582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-much-does-fasting-matter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5471124470023552582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5471124470023552582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-much-does-fasting-matter.html' title='how much does FASTING matter?'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-4041171805072842731</id><published>2009-09-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:54:45.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5th Semester &amp; Tom Cruise Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Cambria, -webkit-fantasy;color:#CC0000;"&gt;WELCOME FIFTH SEMESTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;It's been 3 weeks since the new semester started. The courses has been more interesting than the previous ones, at least so far. There would be more English classes available and this semester, Unpar is lucky enough to have two foreign professors teaching here: an Australian and an American.I haven't met the latter, but his name is quiet famous among us who just started to question where he was.. Bradley Simpson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Hukum International&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Politik Bisnis Internasional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Teori Hubungan Internasional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;US Global Politics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;International Relations in Asia Pacific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;International Politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Foreign Policy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;NGO and Civil Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Those are my courses for this semester. I once questioned "Am I capable enough in handling those 8 subjects, with Protocol of PRAKDIP to handle, plus External duties?" (Talking about External, I have got this awesome members to be in the team. I love'em! Haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Yes I was once being doubtful, then I saw the other students take also 24 credits (8 subjects) and I remember what Tom Cruise said that if you only do what you think you can do,you'll never do very much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;OHH... YEAH, I think Mr.Cruise got the point! &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/5725946852594707719-4041171805072842731?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4041171805072842731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/fifth-semester-and-tom-cruise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/4041171805072842731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/4041171805072842731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/fifth-semester-and-tom-cruise.html' title='The 5th Semester &amp; Tom Cruise Inspiration'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-7646620311039863518</id><published>2009-05-26T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:18:11.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jai Ho" song &amp; Excursion Study 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.incredible-india.org/gifs/red-fort-delhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.incredible-india.org/gifs/red-fort-delhi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.incredible-india.org/gifs/tajmahal-agra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.incredible-india.org/gifs/tajmahal-agra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;OK this is such stupid argument, but by listening to "Jai Ho" song (the OST of Slumdog Millionaire, performed by The Pussycat Dolls) recently kind of making me more often think of India, as an idea to be destination for the next Excursion Study in 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Well as the head of External Division for Association of I.R. Students of Parahyangan Catholic University for 2009-2010, I need to think and decide with my members (which I haven't fixed them yet) any destination for Excursion Study as one of the main program of External Division. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;But WHY INDIA???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; By the time I am writing it, the External Division 2008-2009 are on the way to Turkey for Excursion Study this year-except me, who do not go this year due to the money reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I would love to pick any country that seems unique and any destination that people would less likely to visit for a holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;-unlike European countries where people seem to easily visit there for even no specific reason. India is still in Asia too,this would make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;the flight fare a bit more affordable. India also has several Catholic Universities,that we can compare with the ones in Indonesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;As the second largest populated country after China, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;India sure has got its own typical culture in social aspect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;, I feel curious about its culture and its distinctive type of people (we can easily distinguish the Indian people from other right?!) The ethnic and classic building also available there,in India: the modern futuristic buildings and the classic ones seem to gather together there,especially in Delhi and of course, in Agra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;there lays one of the seven wonders in the world : Taj Mahal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The good news is that my Dad has approved my plan for India in 2010! I talked to him at dinner and I asked his opinion between India and Egypt, but he supported me more on India. (Oh God,thanks for giving me such understanding parents! I hope You do support me on this plan too.) Well at least, he has approved me to go abroad (again!!! Yess!-considering the fact that this year of 2009, I do not notice myself just yet to go abroad) next year with our own money for Excursion Study. Let's see then if India is still be the main candidate for destination of Excursion Study in 2010, oh I need like FIXED MEMBERS already for External Division as soon as possible,so I could have people to discuss with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;related picture sources: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;http://www.incredible-india.org/#cities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5725946852594707719-7646620311039863518?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7646620311039863518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/jai-ho-song-excursion-study-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7646620311039863518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7646620311039863518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/jai-ho-song-excursion-study-2010.html' title='&quot;Jai Ho&quot; song &amp; Excursion Study 2010'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-4191770631887202540</id><published>2009-05-25T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:08:44.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I was frustated for having no any black formal trousers for the occasion in KAA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but then I found this good clothes in my wardrobe haha'/><title type='text'>I need particularly patience, trust and money..and love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShpRsZPD_eI/AAAAAAAAABw/5xAJru0UJjU/s1600-h/DSCN5785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShpRsZPD_eI/AAAAAAAAABw/5xAJru0UJjU/s320/DSCN5785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339670131331300834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-size:medium;"&gt;It is 2.22pm, in the gloomy Monday,of May 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I am sitting in front of my MacBook,just being alone in my lovely blue room,with the high-volume Britney Spears' songs. Tired after attending a diplomacy practice held by UNPAD in Gedung Merdeka with Nayana, I feel like want to rest my head on my pillow, but somehow I feel deprived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I wonder what it is that I miss,it's not the usual me,I can enjoy my me-time and this time I feel like totally alone... Most of people I know,they have gone to their original cities and I am left here,still in Bandung. First,because I need to manage some stuff with External division, and some so-called-sudden occasion (like today! HAHA). Second, I think I need to figure out what I am going to do in June... whether it is I am going to my hometown to improve my driving skill,taking up a German course, or taking up a TOEFL class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Actually, what do I really need now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATIENCE!&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah! I can't wait to have the permanent members of my External team, I still need to figure out 2 more people again. But it will be next week I will have this certainty, I hope this 2008 student would be one of my team members though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST!&lt;/span&gt; I need to gain trust from some 2007 members just to make sure that my decision to choose them is right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONEY!&lt;/span&gt; Hell yeah! I have been so wasted this month..HAHAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I bought many stuff this month: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;two pairs of SALE crocs&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a gorgeous white bag @ BTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a cute yellow blouse @ BTC&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a GOGIRL magazine (because there was an article about my smart friend,Raisa,and there was enclosed a pic of me and her!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;second-hand clothes @ Gede Bage: a white blazer and a shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;I do not know,I am surrounded by loving friends...I think that's so cool though sometimes I gotta admit that I want someone I can call my own and the worse part is I miss to feel those kinds of butterflies in my stomach whenever I see someone, something I rarely find myself to happen. The two previous posts about the two different boys that I kinda liked, but now I wonder whether it was just a fling or just my imagination... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&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/5725946852594707719-4191770631887202540?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4191770631887202540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-particularly-patience-trust-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/4191770631887202540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/4191770631887202540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-particularly-patience-trust-and.html' title='I need particularly patience, trust and money..and love?'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShpRsZPD_eI/AAAAAAAAABw/5xAJru0UJjU/s72-c/DSCN5785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-5976703081157741960</id><published>2009-05-23T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:02:34.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but chances were that he didn&apos;t show up in campus that day...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting for our &quot;cokiber&quot; passing by'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviana (me) and Happy'/><title type='text'>'Coz we both heart you, "cokiber"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShhVqkw41wI/AAAAAAAAABI/LJHCPVg9Czs/s1600-h/Image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShhVqkw41wI/AAAAAAAAABI/LJHCPVg9Czs/s400/Image0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339111548159317762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Dev Dev,sini deh ada rahasia..." begitu Happy memanggilku setelah foto session Himpunan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;..... (pembicaraan,kan td dibilangin rahasia,jadi ya gak bisa dipublish disni) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bbrp menit berikutnya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Hah seriusan lo Hep?" tanyaku tak percaya, "Gue juga Hep!" dan kita pun tertawa bersama serta saling memberikan alasan kenapa tuh cowo kita jadikan 'cokiber' a.k.a cowo kita bersama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ganteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ganteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ganteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lucu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Baik hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tidak sombong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tajirrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AHH,stiap pembicaraan rapat yg judulnya "Hasil Screening" slalu adaaa aja yg diomongin ttg tu orang! Ohhh! Sampe barusan aja,lihat2 foto2 tu orang d Facebook nya sambil saling berkomentar satu sama lain (antara aku dan Happy,dimana kita berdua sepakat,sgla sesuatu yg ada minus dalam diri tu cwo bakal kita maafkan! Haha.) dimana ada foto dya diapit oleh tiga cewe yang kami sebut "genit dan centil"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Penasaran, gua lihat2 nih wall2 di FB tuh cwo,hahaha ternyata dia baru wall2an sama temen baik nya yg berjenis kelamin perempuan dan ohh I WISH I WAS HER! ARghh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ahh,,,ada2 aja yha! Tapi seru loh ternyata kalo lo ngecengin seseorang bareng temen lo sendiri,bisa saling update kabar ttg si cwo itu dan sama2 membenci cewe manapun yang dekat2 dgn nya! Hidup our "cokiber" !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5725946852594707719-5976703081157741960?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5976703081157741960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/coz-we-both-heart-you-cokiber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5976703081157741960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/5976703081157741960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/coz-we-both-heart-you-cokiber.html' title='&apos;Coz we both heart you, &quot;cokiber&quot;!'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShhVqkw41wI/AAAAAAAAABI/LJHCPVg9Czs/s72-c/Image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-1926095478759439652</id><published>2009-05-20T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:24:20.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Beautiful Eyes Smiled..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShQgk20Wa_I/AAAAAAAAABA/mKBBxVeogHE/s1600-h/Gambar(1075).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShQgk20Wa_I/AAAAAAAAABA/mKBBxVeogHE/s200/Gambar(1075).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337927275903347698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Those beautiful eyes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so real,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;... as if they smiled =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;How could not I realize that those beautiful eyes were there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Was it because the hair took over the whole face scheme? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oh, such a refreshment for meeting those beautiful eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;particularly after having such creepy sleepless night because of exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Can I meet those beautiful eyes more often in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Or is it just me who overreact? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ahh! Here it comes again... uncertainty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;such my loyal companion when it comes to Mars creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Should I carry on and hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;or should I just let it go,as the wind blows...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I just want to see those smiling beautiful eyes, again. &lt;/span&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/5725946852594707719-1926095478759439652?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1926095478759439652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-beautiful-eyes-smiled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/1926095478759439652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/1926095478759439652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-beautiful-eyes-smiled.html' title='Those Beautiful Eyes Smiled..'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShQgk20Wa_I/AAAAAAAAABA/mKBBxVeogHE/s72-c/Gambar(1075).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-7330222894547045732</id><published>2009-05-18T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:39:04.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The GMNS classmates and the lecturer. (only 9 people at class)  Roy was surrounded by his oh-so-nice students'/><title type='text'>79? I am not satisfied. I want an A!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShFj7Q76G3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ulAe3hZQ1p4/s1600-h/4447_87086342281_692067281_2236550_2898011_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShFj7Q76G3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ulAe3hZQ1p4/s200/4447_87086342281_692067281_2236550_2898011_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337156903220419442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just hours ago,Diandra and Andit told me that the scores for Global Modernity and Nation-Sates subject has came out, that our beloved Dutch teacher,Roy Voragen, has sent us email containing each of our scores. I was so hurried to see the email, and TA DA...2007330013 (which is my student number) enlisted to get 79 for final score! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not know whether I should be happy for I have increasing my score compared to the score before mid-semester, or I should be upset because it is SEVENTY NINE,which is hello... so-damn-almost A! Why on earth didn't he just give me an A?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess I have improved my performance on this subject:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never skipped any classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I always did my homework, but I once submitted it late because I just forgot to hand it to the lecturer, but in this case I meant I ALWAYS TRIED TO MAKE IT ON TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I participated actively during the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did well on my presentation, that was when I made this "revolutionary way" in presenting my essay by using this media of large paper where all the key words of my essay written, and it turned out after that, the others got inspired and use the overhead projection (which is better and more efficient that what I did! Haha!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tried to come on time for this class. Ok then I need to admit, I once in a while made it to class on straight at 16.30, which Roy thought we should have been at class before 16.30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling I deserve more than 79 (OH GOSH, why is it just so hard to get additional 1 point for making it 80?), I sent my lecturer an email, saying: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hi Roy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;First I'd like to say thank you for you have done such quick process in managing our UAS and scores. Frankly said, I am not satisfied with the score I got, even though I think I made such progress compared to what I did before UTS. OR can you suggest me what should I improve for the sake of my self-actualization? So I can learn from it and do better for next classes. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and some minutes after, here an email from him, replying mine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hi Devi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I agree that you made good progress, but it started just a little late to justify an 'A' (to compare: last year 79 was the highest end score). It is good to be unsatisfied with the grade I gave you, but I can only suggest you to keep up the hard work, i.e. read more, so you learn from other authors' writing styles and ways of making an elaborate argument (you have to learn to elaborate, do not make a shortcut to a conclusion, but spell out all assumptions and pros and contras without using informal language, e.g. 'stuff').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"HAHAHA ok then! I got it. " I said, after done reading it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well at least I've tried to tell him what bothered me in mind and I am happy that he got it all explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Deviana, the best damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family:verdana;"&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/5725946852594707719-7330222894547045732?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7330222894547045732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/79-i-am-not-satisfied-i-want-a.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7330222894547045732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/7330222894547045732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/79-i-am-not-satisfied-i-want-a.html' title='79? 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I want an A!'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShFj7Q76G3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ulAe3hZQ1p4/s72-c/4447_87086342281_692067281_2236550_2898011_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5725946852594707719.post-6592225824550860253</id><published>2009-05-18T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:58:00.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviana (me) and Denish'/><title type='text'>I N T R O D U C T I O N</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShFbIWEVVLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH9zytZ7v3I/s1600-h/4447_87092377281_692067281_2236618_2966803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShFbIWEVVLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH9zytZ7v3I/s400/4447_87092377281_692067281_2236618_2966803_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337147232331584690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the middle of "don't-know-what-to-do" time, I am making this blog.. It is not the first time I have a blog,in fact I once made one in 2006 but oh well that was such a past and I lost it ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well actually I should have been studying for tomorrow's final exam on Middle East and North Africa subject,but I just do not have this spirit within first to study, or is it because there was no any classes for that subject for two months (since the teacher had got to go to Europe for master-degree stuff) or is it just me who is being lazy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway I am encouraged by my lecturer, Roy Voragen, and my friends Ria Deniska, Fajar Ajie Setiawan who have already owned blogs, you guys inspire me though to write more on blogs, and hell yeah I do think that we all should convey our desire in writing than just Facebook-ing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deviana, the best damn thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&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/5725946852594707719-6592225824550860253?l=deviana-smiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6592225824550860253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-n-t-r-o-d-u-c-t-i-o-n.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/6592225824550860253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5725946852594707719/posts/default/6592225824550860253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deviana-smiles.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-n-t-r-o-d-u-c-t-i-o-n.html' title='I N T R O D U C T I O N'/><author><name>deviana89</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06127149426050160179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/TThZp59A7DI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B720DDT49Ko/S220/IMG_1086.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T3Uj7p56Pso/ShFbIWEVVLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nH9zytZ7v3I/s72-c/4447_87092377281_692067281_2236618_2966803_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
